The man even got half way towards Jen before a station wagon pulled violently into the carpark, its high beam headlights flooded the killer. He hissed, squatted then took off into the air, landing on a neighboring roof, and then he was gone.
"Jennifer!" A voice cried from the brown station wagon. Mr. Parker flipped the door opened and jumped out, he bolted over to his daughter and threw his arms around her; she hugged tightly back.
"Are you ok sweetheart?"
"Yeah Daddy, now that you're here. It was the killer!" Jennifer said teary eyed.
"I know. I was worried about you, so I came to make sure you got to your car safely."
"Thanks Dad," she kissed his cheek.
Mr. Parker took his daughter to the Police Station, they filed a report, luckily it didn't take too long and before Jen knew it she was in her bed, calling Marty on the phone.
She told him about her terrifying encounter with the Hill Valley serial killer. Marty explained his fears that it might be Spring-Heeled Jack.
They planned to meet at the Doc's house tomorrow before school.
It was a sunny morning at Doc's house, as the morning cars drove by, on their way to work, and the Burger King next door opened for business.
The smell of fresh whoppers filled the morning air.
Clara welcomed Marty and Jennifer inside, and they found the Doc sitting at a table with a radio, listening to a news report.
The reporter stated, " . . and over night the Leaping Serial murderer was spotted at least 4 times, luckily, no one was injured this time, in other news, the Libyan T. . . "
Doc switched off the radio with a flick,
"Confound it! Why don't they note the similarities with Spring-heeled Jack?"
Marty was almost ecstatic that Doc had considered the similarities, "Doc, I know what you mean, look at this book."
Marty handed the Urban Legend book to Doc. Doc flipped through the book very curiously, he came to the blank pages,
"You have been ripped off. A whole chapter was skipped by the printer."
He tossed the book away, Marty kept the paperback in motion by picking it up and handed it back to him,
"no no Doc, this was the section that used to be about Spring-Heeled Jack."
Doc looked at the blank pages again and noticed the page numbers, "Great Scott!"
He stood and started pacing as he flipped through the empty pages,
"These pages have been erased. All trace of Spring-heeled Jack has gone, that's why the news doesn't mention the similarities. I need to think about this." The Doc sat back down and frowned his brow.
"Oh Marty, your cup of tea is ready," Clara beckoned from the kitchen.
Marty walked confusingly over to her, "I didn't want any teeaaa . . ." Suddenly he was dragged into the kitchen by Clara's strong hands, reminiscent of his fall in the time train.
"Shhhhh . . . I have to tell you something, Marty," Clara admitted.
"What is it?" Marty asked, looking back at the Doc, feeling this was bout him.
"Last night, I woke up just in time to see Emmett sneaking out the window. He was wearing his Sherlock Holmes jacket. I waited and waited for him to come back, he finally returned at midnight. I pretended to be asleep, I heard he was out of breath, he took off his jacket and went to sleep." Clara looked back at Doc and Jennifer to make sure she was out of hearing range. "Marty, when I heard this morning about the sightings of the killer, only one conclusion came to my mind. My Emmett is Spring-heeled Jack!"