1"Marty!" a voice bellowed behind Marty, who was walking out of the town of Hill

Valley, completely exhausted. Marty turned around to find the Doc driving the station

wagon towards him, the front end still damaged.

"Doc!" Marty screamed, happily running to the car.

"Thank God you're here," Marty said as Doc stopped the car on the side of the road

and climbed out.

"Where have you been?" Doc asked. "Some guy stopped on the side of the road hours ago

and helped me fix the tire. I've been driving around looking for you."

Marty threw his hands up in the air. "How is it you get a Good Samaritan and I've been

walking for over an hour trying to hitchhike!" Doc gently touched his shoulder, guiding

him into the car.

"C'mon, let's go," Doc said. Doc ran to the driver's seat, pushing Marty into the passenger

side.

"Alright," Marty said gleefully, clapping his hands together. "Are we set now?" Doc's

fearful face didn't sit too well with Marty.

"I'm afraid the flux capacitor is still damaged." Marty exhaled loudly.

"Alright, keep your fingers crossed," Doc swerved the car in the opposite direction and

sped down the road, praying cars wouldn't be driving by anytime soon. Marty kept

his eyes planted on the clock, which still read May 4, 1985. Doc sped up to 88 mph.

A familiar light wave and the car dashed down a city street. Marty and the Doc screamed

simultaneously as the car crashed into a homeless man's shopping cart. The car spun

out of control, crashing head first into a park bench. The homeless man shook his head,

muttering 'Crazy Drunk Driver' to himself as he swayed through the streets.

"Ah," Doc said painfully, clutching his arm. "Marty, are you alright?" Marty nodded his

head, startled by the crash. How would they ever fix the car now? His dismay turned into

happiness, however, when he eyed the clock.

"Doc, look!" Marty exclaimed, pointing to the clock, which read May 4, 1985. "We've

made it! We're home! C'mon, let's go!" Marty jumped out of the car, running down the

street. Doc stared at the station wagon longingly, surveying the damage.

"Doc, c'mon!" Marty called from a distance. Doc left the car with the keys in his hand and

ran after Marty, huffing loudly as he tried to catch up with him. Doc turned the corner that

Marty passed and ran up along side Marty, who had stopped suddenly in the middle of the

street.

"What is it?" he asked Marty, who had a look of horror and shock across his face.

Doc's eyes followed the large sign Marty was staring at.

'The Largest Casino Establishment in Hill Valley. Owned by the infamous Biff

Tanner. Come on down!'

"It can't be," Marty huffed. Doc looked at him, equally confused. Marty dashed off into

town, following a bunch of noise coming from beyond the sign. He came to a large

majestic casino building, decorated with flashy neon lights. It looked like a building made

in Reno rather than the slums of California.

"I'm going in there," Marty said firmly.

"Marty ,wait," Doc said, grasping Marty's arm. "Be careful. You remember what

happened last time." Marty looked back at him worridly.

"You don't think we're back then. You know, my mom married to Biff, my father..."

Marty looked down at his feet.

"I don't know, Marty. Did you interact with anyone when you were back in 1955?"

Marty fidgeted a little. "Well, yeah, I ran into my father for a second, but that was it."

Doc shook his head. "That can change a lot, Marty. You know that." Marty looked

away. Doc took a deep breath. "Alright, you check out the casino. I'll see what I can find

out about your parents and fix the car. We'll meet in an hour. You know where to find

me." Doc and him shook hands and they parted.