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'Home sweet home!' called out Doc. 'Clara and Marty, help me hide the DeLorean, alright? I'll try to get the fuel line fixed within the next week.'
After the DeLorean was hidden, Marty asked, 'So where do we go, now?'
'I suppose we should head over to my garage,' suggested Doc. Turning to Clara, he said, 'That's where I live. It's not a very big place - but I'll try to find us a house, later.'
'How about just renting an apartment?' Marty asked.
'Well, no, that would be impractical,' replied Doc. 'I wouldn't be able to do my scientific experiments in an apartment - and there would be no place to hide the DeLorean. It's better to find a house. I have plenty of money.'
'Well, in a way,' mused Marty, 'it will be strange to think of you no longer living in your garage. Still, now that Clara is with us, I guess you two will need a bigger place to live.'
Clara was looking around, taking in the surrounding of this futuristic era. 'So, Emmett, this is the future?'
'That is correct,' replied Doc. 'How do you feel about it so far?'
'Well, it's, uh, interesting,' stammered Clara. 'This world is definitely advanced, even beyond what Jules Verne could have predicted. I suppose I could get used to living here, though.'
Then the trio finally passed the Burger King, heading into Doc's garage.
Doc looked around, and gasped, 'What the hell happened here? Marty, I thought I told you not to hook up to the amplifier - that there might be a slight possibility of overload!'
'Yeah, I know you told me that,' Marty said, blinking back tears, 'and I'm sorry. But I already hooked up the amplifier before you called me.'
'It's okay, Marty,' said Doc, gently placing his hand on Marty's shoulder. 'I guess I should have warned you earlier.'
'Yeah, and you also forgot to turn off your equipment,' Marty reminded Doc. Marty looked at the bowl of dog food, and started gagging.
'Sorry about that, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'I'm only human, too. I'm sorry for getting a little careless. I suppose we should clean up this mess, now.'
'I am not touching the dog food,' Marty insisted.
'It's okay,' said Doc. 'I'll take care of that.'
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It took Doc, Marty, and Clara about three hours to clean up Doc's lab.
'I am so pooped, now,' Marty said, breathlessly. 'I'm also hungry.'
'Yeah, let's go to Burger King, now,' Doc suggested.
'I suppose I'll try a hamburger sandwich,' said Clara. 'I mean, I've never had one of them before.'
'Yeah, it's amazing how much things have changed in the last century,' mused Marty. 'I must say, it feels good to be back here in good ol' 1985. I think I want to take a little break from time travelling. Besides, I haven't even been able to ride my Toyota truck, yet. Oh, that reminds me, I'd better go check up on Jennifer - and see if she's doing okay.'
'Okay, see you again soon,' Doc called out, after Marty.
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After Marty ran over to Jennifer's house, she saw that Jennifer was still sleeping in the swinger.
'Jennifer,' called out Marty. 'Jen. Jennifer.'
Jennifer didn't move any. Marty sat down next to her, and kissed her. That woke her up, and then Jennifer smiled at him.
'Marty. Marty!' said Jennifer, as she sat up to hug Marty. 'I had the worst nightmare.'
'Well, I promised Doc that I would meet him at Burger King,' Marty told Jennifer. 'Do you want to come along?'
'Yeah, sure, why not?' asked Jennifer. 'Dr. Brown is a pretty cool guy, in an eccentric sort of way - if you know what I mean.'
'Right, of course,' replied Marty.
Then the couple headed off to Burger King.
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As soon as Marty and Jennifer met Doc and Clara and Burger King, Jennifer turned to Doc, and asked, 'So Dr. Brown, if you don't mind me asking, who's that lady you're with?'
'Oh, Jennifer, meet Clara,' said Doc. Then turning to Clara, he said, 'Clara, meet Jennifer.'
Jennifer and Clara then shook hands.
'Clara is my, uh, girlfriend,' Doc told Jennifer.
'Girlfriend?' asked Jennifer. 'Where did you meet her?'
'I'll explain everything after we order something and head back to my garage,' said Doc.
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'So, Dr. Brown, I really was in the future?' asked Jennifer astonished.
'First, Jennifer, please, just call me Doc. That's Marty's affectionate nickname for me. Second of all, yeah, you were in the future.'
Jennifer then pulled out the Cusco fax sheet, that had the words 'You're Fired' on it. 'Wow, I guess you weren't kidding, Doctor - uh, Doc!'
'Hey! Hey! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!' exclaimed Marty. 'What is this all about?'
'In the future, you let Needles illegally scan your card,' Jennifer explained. 'When you refused, he called you chicken - so then you finally gave in. Your future boss watched everything, and he fired you.'
'Oh, good grief!' gasped Marty. 'Am I really that bad?'
'Well, you see, Marty,' Doc explained, gently. 'By racing Needles on a dare, that event starts a chain reaction that eventually leads to your miserable future.'
'Oh, man, this is heavy,' groaned Marty. 'So is the event going to happen today?'
'Tomorrow,' replied Doc. 'To Marty, please, if Douglas Needles asks you to race him - tell him, no, you are not interested.'
'Got it, Doc,' replied Marty.
'So, Marty,' Jennifer asked, 'Do you remember anything about this timeline?'
'Yeah, I have two sets of memories,' replied Marty. 'Oh, man, this is going to get so damn confusing.'
'I'm sure you'll get used to it,' replied Doc.
'Come to think of it, Doc,' said Marty, 'I don't even remember having problems with being called 'chicken' in the original timeline.'
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc. 'Well, yeah, of course, since the new you had somewhat of a different lifestyle from the old you - the you from the different timelines probably do have slightly different personalities, and slightly different issues. Now that this timeline has overruled the old timeline, the two yous are starting to merge.'
'Oh, man, that is heavy,' Marty replied, breathlessly. 'So, I'm not going to lose my memories of the original timeline, am I?'
'I don't think so,' replied Doc. 'Since the timeline change was dependant on you travelling to the past, you now have two sets of memories.'
'In a way, I don't want to lose my memories of my old life,' commented Marty.
'I understand,' Doc said, softly.