I still do not own "Back to the Future". Only the DVD and a model Delorean.

CHAPTER TWO

October 27 1985
12:45am
Hill Valley, California

Doc had seen George McFly and his son pull into the parking lot, and had of course followed. He was eager to talk to his friend again without his family being there. He loved his new family, more than he had ever loved anyone else before, but his friendship with Marty was still very important to him. He thought of him and loved him as a son. That was why he needed to come with him now.

Spotting Marty at a table with his family and a man he didn't recognise, he walked over briskly, wondering what on earth he was going to say to his friend. When after what seemed an eternity he reached Marty's table, he coughed. The congregation looked up, startled.

"Doc?!" Marty gasped incredulously. How can Doc be here? Marty wondered. I thought he was staying in the old west with Clara and his kids!

"Mr and Mrs McFly, would you mind terribly if I borrowed Marty for a few minutes? There is something quite urgent I need to discuss with him." After eyeing Doc somewhat sceptically, George and Lorraine allowed Marty to go with him.

Leading them outside the restaurant, Doc pulled Marty behind a tree. Checking that nobody was watching, Doc pulled out what Marty recognised as the sleep inducing alpha rhythm generator from 2015. What's Doc gonna do with THAT? Marty thought. "Doc?" he inquired. "Relax, Marty, it's just a precaution. I'm sure that Biff's truck was following me on my way here. Can't hurt to be prepared."

Marty had a flood of questions for Doc. Where had he been? Why did he need Marty? What had happened in the 19th Century? How was Doc's new family? The last question upset Marty slightly, as he remembered that he was no longer the only person in his friend's life. He didn't like that at all.

"Doc," Marty started. "Where..." Doc cut him off. "Come on, Marty. We must get to the train immediately." "Wait a minute – Doc! Doc!!" Marty almost yelled. He immediately felt quite guilty for shouting at his best friend, who threw him a rather intimidated look. But then a fresh wave of anger took him. "What the hell has been going on with you? I disappear into the future, watching you and Clara soar away on my hoverboard. Next thing I know – the Delorean is destroyed and you come back less than half an hour later in some weird train with two kids and Einstein! How the heck do you think my head was supposed to get around that?" "Marty..." Doc began. "I..." "No, Doc! Not this time. I need to know what the hell is going on in your life and where I stand – or else I probably won't be a part of it any..."

But Marty couldn't finish. He crumpled to a heap on the floor in front of Doc. Grimacing slightly; Doc folded away his sleep inducer. Marty was obviously delirious. Doc hadn't come back to 1985 at all before this time. He had only just finished his new time machine, not an easy achievement in the Old West, where all the technology he had was in the hoverboard and the sleep inducer. He certainly felt relieved that he had had those items with him, or he and his family would have been stranded in the past for ever, at serious risk to the space time continuum.

A wave of sadness suddenly washed over him as he realised what else Marty had said. The Delorean, destroyed. His life achievement, the thing he had been aiming for for 30 years, ever since that fateful day in 1955. Gone. He wondered how it had happened. How his wonderful creation had been so easily wiped out. But he was being stupid. Hadn't he himself been prepared to dismantle the Delorean in Hell Valley, before he realised that he and Marty needed it to save the Universe by pursuing Biff to 1955 to destroy the almanac?

With a heavy sigh, he picked up Marty's limp body and lugged it over to a nearby wood where the train was discretely hidden. It took him a while to find it. Before he had come to 1985 to ask for Marty's help, he had made a fairly brief visit to 2020. Whilst there, he found that a new kind of vehicle security had been invented: A holographic projector. According to the box, it "projects and protects." Fairly impressed with this, he was startled to see his own face plastered on the front of the instructions booklet. Apparently, it was he that had invented this splendid invention. He had also bought a new hoverboard for Marty and a new sleep inducer. It was more powerful than Doc's previous one, Doc was pleased to see.

Suddenly remembering the button he had installed onto a key ring whilst in the future, Doc pressed it and watched the train flicker slowly into sight about 6 paces to his left. He heaved Marty inside, put him gently down on one of the plush, brightly coloured, comfortable chairs in the back (yet another futuristic addition) and did up his seatbelt, before walking briskly up to the front of the train and setting the destination time.

June 13 1892
12:45am

But, without Doc noticing anything, the sleep inducer slipped out of his top pocket and landed on the keypad used for entering the destination time, changing the date to:

February 20 1888
7:55am

As the train flew up into the air, the time vehicle accelerated to 88 miles per hour, and arrived at it's new destination in time. Verne's Birthday.

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