"O.K., let's go!" Marty exclaimed. The Doc shook his head.
"I don't know about this, Marty," Doc said apprehensively. Marty looked back at him
impatiently. It had been almost a month since that dreadful day when Marty turned up on
Doc Brown's doorstep. To Marty's complete surprise, the Doc had found the original flux
capacitor on the train tracks after it was destroyed. He swore to Marty that he had gone
looking for it and taken it as a precaution against it falling into the wrong hands, but Marty
suspected he still had the explorative drive in him to time travel. Luckily, a few adjustments
to the Doc's old station wagon had done the trick, and the flux capacitor fit in perfectly. At
home, however, things were not good at all. The funeral was unbearable for Marty. He
had never seen his father cry so much, and his mother just stood there with a blank,
damaged expression on her face. From then on, Marty spent most of this time at Doc's
house, desperately trying not to think about the loss of his brother. He would change what
happened. He just had to.
"Marty?" the Doc called out. Marty jumped back into reality. He found himself
standing next to the station wagon in the Doc's driveway.
"Doc, I can't wait any longer," Marty said, climbing into the car. The Doc leaned
down to see him.
"Maybe I should do a test drive first. It should be able to work, but there is a strong
possibility that something will malfunction. The flux capacitor is so old and worn." Marty
gave him a determined stare that told the Doc his young friend would not be talked out of
this. Doc let out a long sigh and gazed out at the open pastures around his house. He immediately walked to the other side of the car and climbed in the passenger's seat.
"Wait, Doc! What are you doing?" Marty asked, confused. Doc looked at him adamantly.
"I'm coming with you. If something goes wrong, you'll need me there." Marty went to
complain, but the Doc gave him the same determined look Marty have given him previously.
Doc set the clock for May 4, 1985, at 6:00pm, exactly an hour before Dave was stabbed.
Marty clutched the gear shift and took a deep breath.
"Ok," he said. "Let's see what this baby can do." The car in drive, he sped off down the
long, straight road past Doc's house. 45mph, 50mph, 55mph. Doc held onto the sides of his
seat, thinking how he was too old for this. 65mph, 72mph, 80mph. Marty pushed the
accelerator button hard, praying the old car would reach 88mph. Doc's face suddenly
turned concerned as he looked at the clock.
"Wait, something's wrong," Doc exclaimed. The clock was changing times and dates
rapidly. 1885, 1985, 2055, 1955... "Marty, stop!" Marty looked down at the mph reader.
He gasped loudly as he saw the gear reading 88mph.
"It's too late! Hang on..." Electricity surrounded the car as it shot through a light wave. The
country scene before them changed into a newly paved street in a small development. Marty
slammed on the brakes, spotting a car right in front of him. The sudden stop made the car
skid off the road, crashing to a stop into a large boulder. Doc and Marty both caught their
breaths.
"What the hell happened!" Marty screamed. He glanced down at the clock. His eyes
widened in horror. "Oh, no! No, it can't be!" The clock read November 12, 1955.