November 12, 1955. The day the clock tower was struck by lightening as well as the day

of the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Marty shook his head frantically.

"What is it with this time period! Why am I always brought back here?" Marty exclaimed.

Doc shook his head in confusion.

"I don't understand. The flux capacitor must have automatically programmed itself to refer

back to old travel dates. It seems to have chosen this time." Marty roughly opened the

car door and huffed in frustration as he eyed the damage. The whole front side of the car

was bent in and there was a flat tire. Doc got out and surveyed the car.

"Don't worry, Marty. It's not that bad. All we need is a spare tire." Marty looked around.

There probably wasn't a gas station for miles. Why hadn't they taken a spare?

"Alright, I'll hitchhike into town and get us a tow truck. Do they have those in 1955?"

Marty asked. Doc shrugged. Marty went to walk down the street.

"Wait, Marty," Doc yelled, grabbing his arm. "Make sure you stay out of Hill Valley. You

don't want to run into your old self from 1985 that is taking your mother out. Or the other

self of yours that is coming back to get the sports magazine from Biff. Or the other other

self of yours that comes to get me, the one in 1955, after the other me gets sent back to

1885..." Marty put up his hand to stop a rambling Doc.

"I got it. Don't worry."

Three hours later, Marty was repeatedly hitting his head with his palm,

flabbergasted at the events that had taken place that day. It had taken him over forty-five

minutes to get a car to stop for him. Then, to his dismay, the driver would only take him to his final destination,

which was in (you guessed it) Hill Valley. By the time he got there, it

was evening and the gas stations were closed. Marty walked around the streets, not

knowing what to do. This had been one of the worst days ever. He looked up to find

himself standing in front of Principal Strickland's office. Marty quickly looked at his watch.

"Wait, aren't I in his office right about..."

"Hey, you!" a voice bellowed behind him. Marty turned to find a young Biff racing

towards him.

"Oh, crap!" Marty screamed out, breaking out into a run. This can't be happening, he

kept telling himself.