The following school day helped Marty drift back from speculation and into reality. Goldie Wilson had been killed almost 30 years ago, it was a long time ago, and Marty forced the distance in time to put some distance in his possible responsibility.

This helped until Marty caught sight of him. Standing at the end of the crowded locker hall. A dark skinned man, looking towards Marty.

No, he wasn't looking, he was walking towards him.

Marty recognized him straight away; it was Goldie Wilson, brushing past the students.
Marty wanted to yell and run away, but he was being held by his sanity.

He knew this was not a ghost because as the apparition came within a few feet of Marty, he realized he wasn't walking towards him. The tall, non blinking man walked straight past Marty and into a class room.

Marty gave out a breath of relief, but then the questions started rolling again.

Who was he?

Why did he look just like Goldie?

Marty was in an adjacent class room across the hall. He paid little attention in his Home Ec class, instead, he kept glancing out the door and into Goldie's classroom. He could not see Goldie, only a couple of students in the back row. Marty knew most of the teachers at Hill Valley high, but not this one.

Marty's class ended and he was the first one out the door. But his sudden rush soon turned into stalling as if pretended to look through his back pack, but his eyes never left the faces of the outgoing students of the other classroom.

He saw him again, slightly shorter this time. Or was it Marty's fear that had shrunken? Either way, he walked up to the mysterious teacher.

"Hey," was all Marty could muster.

"Hello," the man replied in a very deep voice, "Can I help you?"

Just then, a girl walked in between the two, "See you tomorrow Mr. Wilson!"

Marty watched the girl waddle away, then he returned a slightly narrowed gaze to the ever revealing stranger.

"Wilson? You're Goldie Wilson." Marty busked in the light of the illuminating situation.

"Yes, Goldie Wilson the second." Marty almost smiled at this announcement.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have a student to tutor," he started to walk away.

"Wait a minute," Marty stopped him, "uh, how did your father die?"

Goldie the 2nd's strong eyes melted down with tears as he looked up at the hall light. Marty suddenly felt horrible for asking.

"I suppose you read about him being found yesterday. He . . . . um. . he went for a walk up to the lake, 29 years ago. Before I was born, I don't know anything else," his gaze left the light and returned to Marty's eye line.

"Oh . . . I'm sorry. Do you have any idea how he died?" Marty asked, not wanting to say the word murderer.

"Only my mother would know who killed him. Now, what concern is it of yours?"

Marty took an embarrassed step back, "Uh, I was the one who found him yesterday."

"I see. Well, in case you got it in your head to go visit my mother, forget it. She is a very ill woman and is under psychiatric care at Happy Dale sanatarium."

As Goldie walked away he regained his height in Marty's eyes.

Marty didn't know what made him drive out to Happy Dale, he was only going to pick Jennifer up, but now he found himself parking in front of the high, rusty gates that contained the old Happy Dale "rest home".

Jennifer had said very little as they drifted off course from the mall and had arrived out there.
Marty's topic of conversation was enough to go by; he had told her about his encounter with Goldie Wilson's son.

Marty and Jennifer were directed to a room on the east wing of the hospital after they claimed they were family of Goldie Wilson's widow.

The two entered the sun bleached room, and it took a moment for their eyes to adjust from the transition from the dark corridors into the bright room.

She sat in a rocking chair and stared blankly out the stain glassed window.
Hair as white as clouds and dressed in old fashioned clothes. The receptionist had told the couple that Mrs. Wilson was brought there shortly after Goldie's disappearance, and she had said very little since.

Jennifer felt the goose bumps on her neck, she realized that they didn't belong there, "Marty lets go."

"In a second, Jen," Marty also felt they were intruding. But he needed answers.
"Hello Mrs. Wilson, I'm Marty. We came to ask you about your husband."

She acted as if they were not there, the rocking never wavered and her blank expression drifted more distantly off to oblivion.
Marty glanced back at Jennifer who was taping her foot with folded arms in a 'let's get out of here' look.

Marty turned back to Mrs. Wilson to find her standing up and looking straight at him!

"Mrs. Wilson!" Marty was scared, to say the least.
The old lady extended her arm out, then twisted her wrist and opened her palm. Revealing a gold necklace she held.

Jennifer's feet were still and her arms were now folded less in frustration and more in coldness.

"Take it," commended the widow, in an ancient voice.

"Ah, we should be going," Marty stepped back towards Jennifer, trying not to stumble over.

"Take it!" she almost shouted the order.

"Just take it, Marty, and we'll go." Jennifer added, heading for the doorway.
Marty took a deep breath and walked back towards the old lady; he reached out and pulled the necklace off her motionless hand as if it was a hat rack.
He walked backwards and softly bumped into Jennifer. The two then walked out into the corridor and closed the door.

They wasted no time getting out of the building and Marty took them back to his house.

Biff Tannan was washing the BMW in the McFly driveway as Marty and Jen pulled into the garage.
'How clean do they want their car?' Marty thought, puzzled that Biff was always washing one of his family's cars.

George McFly swept out of the house, passed Marty and Jen with a "Hi guys," and walked up to Biff.
"Nice job Biff."

"Thank you Mr. McFly" Biff replied, continuing to rub the hood with a rag, which proceeded to take the silver colour off, leaving a grey metal look.

George was horrified as he saw the same colour pealing in spots all over the car.

"Biff, what have you done!?" George dramatically raised his arms.

Biff took out a pen and notepad, "the usual high quality service. Now, all up, it's going to come to just 150, including tax."

"Biff!" George said as he moved around the car, inspecting the damage, "You've rubbed the paint right off!"

Biff continued looking down at the pad, "Did I say $150? I meant 50 bucks. Friends special rates." He seemed to harp on the word 'friends'.

"I'm not paying for this; you've ruined the paint job! What did you use?"

Biff looked up, "Well, I run out of turtle wax, so I borrowed some bleach from the wives' laundry bottles," Biff explained. Marty and Jen let out a giggle and ventured inside, away from the commotion.

"You have wrecked my car, you know that don't you?" George was annoyed.

"Mr. McFly. Relax. This was all part of my work plan," Biff calmly answered.

"Your work plan is to come to people's houses and anti-paint their cars, leaving a metal shell?"

"Yes, well, sometimes you have to kill the snake by chopping off the head."

"What does that mean?" George was finding it hard to keep his cool.

Meanwhile, Marty and Jen sat in his bedroom and thought of their strange experience at Happy Dale.

"Why would she give me her necklace?" Marty asked as he studied it. Not noticing the bottle of bleach that flew past his window, followed by a yell for help.

Jennifer grabbed the necklace off him; she felt it was time for her own inspection.

"Well, it's a man's necklace, and very pretty," she said as she untied it and lifted it around her neck to try it on; she clipped it at the back and then turned to Marty, "What do you think?"

Marty barely had time to look up before she vanished. Jennifer simply faded out like evaporating smoke.

"Jennifer!" Marty cried out. He jumped up and looked around his room. Nothing. She was gone.

Marty had no idea what had happened, he was the most confused he had been in his life, and that was saying a lot after all the confusing things that had happened to him over the past weeks.

Suddenly, he saw her. Very slightly fade back in. Jennifer appeared in the same place she left then ran to Marty while still slightly transparent, Marty grabbed her, hoping she wouldn't fall through him, and they hugged.

"Marty, I went away," Jennifer said, teary eyed.

"I know, you vanished as soon as you put the necklace on," Marty noted, still embracing her.

"The necklace!" Jennifer opened the palm of her hand to reveal the gold chain, "As soon as I took it off I came back here."

"Where did you go?"

"I'm not sure, I was someone else. I think I was someone else, in a restaurant . . . maybe. Oh Marty, it all happened so fast."

"It's ok, give me the necklace," Marty took the necklace and walked over to the window, he then started to clip it around his neck.

"Marty, don't do it!" Jennifer pleaded.

"Sorry Jen, somehow, this necklace is connected to Goldie Wilson's murder. And If I don't find out what happened, I'll have to live with a guilty conscience all of my life. And I can't do that." Marty joined the chain together behind his neck.

"I love you!" Jennifer hurriedly told him right before he started ghostly fading away.
"I love you too," his words filtered out as a huge echo until they and Marty were gone.