Marty's fingers turned white as he clutched the steering wheel tightly. His foot pressed heavily on the accelerator of the DeLorean, approaching 88 miles per hour. Suddenly, and without warning, the car started slowing down. Marty pushed the pedal harder but the speed only decreased. 60 mph, 55 mph, 48mph… Marty's eyes widened in horror as he looked up to see a large post office building feet from him. There was no time left! The car was going to crash! Marty screamed in terror as the post office door crashed through the car. AAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Marty awoke with a startle, breathing heavily. Sweat poured from his forehead. He looked around frantically. He was in his bedroom, still in jeans and a t-shirt. The alarm clock read 4:50am. Marty caught his breath, thankfully realizing it had all been a dream. What had made him think of that? It had been over six months since the DeLorean was destroyed and his time traveling days with the Doc were over. The Doc had moved to a small town in Southern California about two hours from Hill Valley with his wife Clara and two sons, Jules and Vern. Marty didn't get a chance to see him or talk to him very much. Fortunately, things at home were going great. His sister had moved out to attend college in New York, but his brother was there and surprisingly, him and Marty spent a lot of time together. Marty's parents were as happy as ever and his relationship with Jennifer was going great. He loved her so much and felt like the luckiest guy on earth when he was with her. She was on vacation with her parents during summer break, but he took every chance he got to call her.

Despite all the goodness in his life, however, he still missed those days of time travel and adventure. He missed hanging out with the Doc, helping him out with his crazy inventions, and living on the edge. What he wouldn't give to do that again! Marty lay his head back down on the pillow, slipping off into a dream that involved traveling back to medieval times.

"We're going to miss the previews," Marty said, tapping the car door impatiently. Dave smirked.

"Don't worry so much, we'll make it." Dave drove cautiously through the city streets, his eyes wide open in order to keep from falling asleep.

"Did we have to go see the midnight showing? I hate driving this late through the city. This isn't the best of neighborhoods," Dave remarked. Marty shrugged.

"This is the closest movie theater playing it. Besides, we never…" A loud bang interrupted Marty. Dave swerved violently on the road, grasping the steering wheel tightly as he pulled off to the side of the road.

"Dammit, I think we got a flat tire," Dave exclaimed. Marty huffed loudly as the car came to a halt.

"Just our luck."

An hour later, Dave and Marty were walking towards the nearest gas station, shivering due to the coldness of the night air. The streets were abandoned, minus a few shady looking characters.

"So much for the movies," Marty complained. Dave playfully nudged Marty's shoulder with his elbow.

"I'll take you tomorrow after work."

"Thanks Dave." Marty stopped walking to gaze at his brother. He shook his head in awe.

"What?" Dave asked, stopping. Marty smiled.

"Nothing, it's just…I still can't believe you're the vice president of an advertising firm."

"Why? I've been working there since high school," Dave asked, confused. Marty shrugged.

"Well, let's just say I remember another side of you. I like this one a lot." Dave went to say something but was interrupted by a lady screaming in the background.

"What was that?" Dave asked, looking around. Marty looked too. He spotted a man accosting a young lady in an alleyway across the street from them. He couldn't see what she looked like but recognized her desperate screams for help. The man pushed her out of view, one hand firmly on her neck, the other tugging at her pants.

"Marty, go get the police!" Dave ordered, starting to run across the street towards the assailant.

"Wait, Dave…" Marty screamed out.

"Just go!" Dave yelled, running faster. Marty swore to himself as he ran the other way, searching for a phone. He found a pay phone at the far end of the corner. He picked it up and began to dial but stopped when he spotted a police car outside a Starbucks. Marty broke out in a run towards the coffee place. He ran inside and spotted four officers sitting at a booth.

"Officers, some woman is being attacked down the street!" Marty hollered. The officers, after a beat, stood up and reached for their radios. Marty followed them down the street.

"Sir, you need to stay here," one of the officers said as he stopped near to the place where Marty and Dave were when they heard the screams.

"My brother went over there to help," Marty said, going to follow the other three officers, who had already reached the alleyway.

"It's safer if you stay here, son," the officer said forcefully, keeping a firm hand on Marty's shoulder to keep him from moving. Marty looked impatiently over the officer's shoulder. He saw the back of the young girl walk out with one of the officers. He sat her down on the curb and talked to her. Another one of the officers came out.

"Harry, I need you!" the officer called out to the officer with Marty. Harry let Marty go and ran towards the alley. It didn't take Marty more than two seconds to follow him. What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. Lying in the middle of the alleyway was Dave. He was on his back, blood dripping from his mouth. In the middle of his chest stuck a large knife. Blood surrounded it and covered his shirt. Marty's mouth dropped in shock.

"Oh, God," Harry muttered, stepping in front of Marty. Marty jumped back from the shock.

"Is he O.K.? Get an ambulance!" Marty tried to run over, but Harry held him back. Marty fought him, staring at Dave's body. The other officer approached Marty.

"Son, I'm sorry. He's been stabbed. He's dead," the officer said firmly, looking into Marty's eyes. Marty shook his head in disbelief.

"No, no that's not true! He's fine, he's going to be fine!" Harry and the other officer just looked at him with pity. Marty backed up. He heard sirens in the background.

"Son," Harry started to say, going to touch Marty's shoulder. Marty immediately ran off, ignoring their calls. He ran as fast as he could, blocking out everything that just had happened, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

"Dave is not dead! He can't be dead! He just can't be! This can't be happening!" Marty kept saying to himself, tears running down his face. His legs burned as he continuously ran down the city streets. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go home. How in the world would he tell his parents? Marty spotted the night bus pulling up to a bus stop. Marty, without thinking, dashed towards the bus and jumped on it right before it pulled away. The bus was small and dirty. Three sleepy looking people were seated in the front. Marty curled up in the back seat, breathing heavily, a million thoughts running through his mind. What should I do? What should I do? Marty asked himself frantically. He laid his head in his hands. There was only one thing he could do right now.

He had to find the Doc.

To be continued…