6:00 AM PST
'Marty! Marty!' Doc called, shaking Marty a little. 'It's time to wake up!'
'What time is it, Doc?' asked Marty, still half-sleep.
'It's 6:00. We only have two hours before we have to catch the train,' replied Doc.
'How much stuff are we taking back with us?' asked Marty. 'The DeLorean isn't big enough to carry everything.'
'Well, I just have to get rid of all the time travel evidence,' explained Doc. 'The rest of the stuff, though, we'll just have to leave here.'
Then there was a knock on the door.
'Emmett, are you in there? It's me, Clara!'
'Come right on in, Clara,' replied Doc. 'We have to catch the train at eight. So we have less than two hours to get ready.'
'I guess we won't have enough room to fit everything in the, uh, car - right?'
'Unfortunately, no,' said Doc, shaking his head.
'Say, Doc,' suggested Marty. 'After we go back to the future, and fix the fuel line, we could come back and get some of Clara's stuff.'
'Uh, no, that's okay,' said Clara. 'Emmett has already told me everything about the space-time continuum, time paradoxes, and all that. I don't mind.'
'I was planning on destroying the time machine, when we returned to 1985,' replied Doc. 'However, I'm now starting to reconsider. I mean, we could maybe make occassional visits back here to this time - but we'll have to be careful to interact with as few people as possible.'
'So what should we do for breakfast?' asked Marty.
'I think we should wait until we return to 1985 before eating anything,' replied Doc.
'Okay, sure, I guess, Doc,' stammered Marty. 'I guess I'm not that hungry right now, anyway. I mean, I'm not using to getting up this early. Say, Doc, when do we plan to return to 1985. I mean, what day and time in 1985?'
'I think we should return at 9:00 PM on October 26,' pondered Doc. 'I mean, we really shouldn't be time travelling when it's broad daylight out. The reason why we have to leave this morning, is because we really have no other choice. It was, however, wrong of me to come to your house in broad daylight - just the morning after you had returned from 1955. Perhaps, Biff saw us in the DeLorean - and that we were flying - and that may have been part of what had eventually led Biff of 2015 to suspect that we were time travellers. I guess I just got too excited with trying to fix the future.'
'Oh, yeah, about the future - I've been meaning to ask,' Marty said, 'why do you find it so important to change my future? I mean, you seemed so deparate.'
'Marty,' answered Doc, 'I must admit, it was poor judgement on my part. I guess I should just tell you what happened to your life in the future. When I said that you and Jennifer both turned out fine - well, that doesn't exactly, true.'
'Woah, wait a minute, Doc!' interjected Marty. 'What are you talking about? What happens to me in the future? Do I become an asshole, afterall?'
'Marty, I suppose it's time for me to return the favour, and save you from a devastating future - so I'll just tell you straight out,' explained Doc. 'On the day after we return to the future, some guy called Needles is going to challenge you in a drag race. Whatever he says, whatever happens - say no, you're not interested.'
'Oh, thanks, Doc,' gasped Marty. 'Why didn't you tell me this before?'
'Actually, I was going to tell you as soon as we returned to 1985,' replied Doc, 'but then we had this whole deal with the almanac, and with me being stranded in 1885.'
'Well, thanks for telling me, Doc,' said Marty, as he threw his arms around Doc.
'You two are certainly very affectionate,' remarked Clara. 'Are you two related in any way?'
'Naa, we're just best friends,' explained Doc. 'I first met him when he was seven, and he has immediately taking a liking to me. He has looked up to me as being sort of like an uncle. So, yeah, he has always been affectionate.'
'He's such a sweet young man,' commented Clara. 'I can see why you like him so much. Well, anyway, the possession that I'm really close to anyway is my telescope. I really would like to bring my telescope along.'
'Sure, you can do that,' replied Doc. 'Afterall, once we go back to 1985, we'll have to buy you some new clothes, so that you can blend in with the other ladies of the time period.'
'Sure, I guess that's fine,' said Clara, shrugging. 'Clothes are just clothes, anyway.'
Marty then started laughing.
'What do you find so amusing?' Clara asked Marty, confused.
'Not too many females of our era would share your sentiments,' explained Marty. 'Many females, especially those of the teenage variety, care a lot of their clothes - and shopping for clothes is actually their idea of fun. I know Jennifer does not care much for shopping - but she's the exception, not the rule.'
'We'd better start heading over to the train, now,' Doc told Marty and Clara.
However, as the trio were riding their horses over to the train tracks, they were accosted by Buford and his gang.
'Hey, runt,' sneered Buford, let's settle this once and for all - or ain't you got the guts?'
Marty swallowed, then said, 'Listen. I'm not really feeling up to this today. So I'm gonna have to forfeit!
'Forfeit? Forfeit!' Buford turned to his gang, confused. 'What's that mean?'
'Uh, it means that you win without a fight,' replied one of the gang members.
'Without shooting? Hey, he can't do that!' exclaimed Buford. Then he turned to Marty, and said, 'You can't do that! You know what I think? I think you're a gutless yella turd. And I'm giving ya to the count of 10 to come out here and prove I'm wrong. 1!'
'Quick, let's run to the saloon,' Marty shouted to Doc and Clara. The trio then hopped onto thier horses and gallopped off to the saloon.
'Run after them!' Buford told his gang. Then - to Marty, Doc, and Clara - he shouted, 'You guys are not going to get rid of us at fast!'
Fortunately, the horses that Doc, Clara, and Marty were riding were more energetic - and out ran Buford and his gang. Marty saw a stove that he could use as a bullet-proof vest - and was prepared to fight Buford and his gang.
'Smart boy,' Doc complimented Marty.
'I've gotten the idea from A Fistful of Dollars,' Marty whispered back.
Then, Buford and his gang ran into the saloon.