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Doc and Marty drove over to a two-storey yellow house that had three bedrooms, two full-baths, a kitchen, and some living rooms. It also had a nice basement, complete with pool tables and foosball tables. The house also had a garage seperate from the house. The best thing about the house was, it was only a block away from where Marty and his family lived.
'So, do you think you'll be buying this house, Doc?' Marty asked.
'So far, this house looks to appeal to me the best,' answered Doc. 'I could, of course, do my scientific experiments in the garage - and keep the time machines there. We'll have to keep visitors out of the garage. The house is also big enough that Jules and Verne can each have separate bedrooms.'
'Well, yeah, of course,' agreed Marty, nodding.
'Tomorrow, Marty,' explained Doc, 'can you come over and help me move, by the time you get out of school. I'm going to stop by St. Vincent's, and see what furniture they have on sale.'
'Sounds awesome,' replied Marty. 'Maybe I could talk to Jennifer, and see if she would like to help us set up your new house.'
'Well, yeah, if she wants to - that would be nice,' Doc agreed.
'So, anyway, this is a really nice house!' remarked Marty, as he and Doc began to sit down in the kitchen of their new home, and pour themselves some iced tea. 'As I've said before, though, I really will miss the garage. Still, this house is a lot more spacious - and nice for you, Clara, and the kids.'
'You know, Marty,' said Doc, 'I was thinking of creating a second time machine. That way, if anything ever happens to one of the time machines, we'll have back-up. Besides, if you and Jennifer were to ever take a trip together with our family, the DeLorean would not be big enough for all of us. For the matter, the DeLorean is not even big enough for our family. We'll have to different vehicle for that.'
'What about the train, though?' Marty asked.
'Well, it would be rather impractical to keep the train in our lab,' replied Doc, 'as it's really too big and awkwards. Once we get back to 1985, I was planning on just taking the train apart. Also, another thing that we could keep in mind is, we'll have to not take any more time travel trips during storms. I mean, that's what our problem was before, when I ended up being stranded in 1885.'
'So you do plan to take more time travel adventures in the future?' asked Marty.
'Well, this is something that I was a little torn on,' admitted Doc. 'On one hand, the time machine did create a lot of trouble for us, like when Biff from 2015 stole the time machine to give the sports almanac to his younger self, creating this corrupt reality. Then there was the time where the time machine stranded me in 1855, stranding you in 1955. Still, with all things considered, I did put 30 years of work into creating the time machine - so I would hate to give up time travel so soon. It's just that, in the future, we'll have to be very careful.'
'I understand, Doc,' said Marty, quietly. 'So, have you thought of any particular time periods that you would like to visit - maybe even taking some more trips into the future?'
Then Sabrina stepped into a kitchen, went to the refridgerator, and poured herself a glass of iced tea.
'I'm sure that Clara and the kids will quickly become adjusted to this time period,' remarked Sabrina, 'I mean, cooking meals well certainly be much easier for Clara. We also have a refridgerator to keep the food cool, and even a freezer to keep some foods frozen. Having a washer and a dryer will also make doing laundry much easier. I'm sure they'll have no problems adjusting to the time period. There are probably certain things that Clara will miss about the 19th century, though.'
'Well, I'm sure I would have a rougher time adjusting to life in the 19th century,' Marty put in. 'I mean, it's travelling to time periods like the 19th century that makes you realize just how much of modern living we tend to take for granted. One thing I would probably have the most difficult time adjusting with, is no rock and roll music. I mean, I grew up on that kind of music, and it's tough to imagine life without it.'
'So there's no music from the 19th century that you like?' asked Clara.
'Well, I thought Double Back wasn't half-bad,' offered Marty. 'I could swear, though, that the musicians playing at the festival looked a bit like ZZ Top. Ancestors, perhaps? Even though, it is rather difficult to imagine several generations of musicians sticking together.'
'It could maybe be just a co-incidence,' suggested Doc. 'Another possibility could be, you were just missing your rock and roll music, that you've just imagined that the musicians playing at the festival were one of your favourite rock bands.'
'Then I must have one hell of a good imagination!' declared Marty. 'I could swear though, that the musicians really did look a lot like ZZ Top - almost like the members of ZZ Top also had a time machine, and came back to the 19th century with us.'
'I highly doubt it, Marty,' said Doc, laughing.
'Well, Doc, how do you know that you're the only person in the world with a time machine?' asked Marty. 'There may have been others who have discovered different means of time travel.'
'Well, as we've already mentioned, Sabrina here has told us about ways to astrally time travel,' explained Doc. 'I suppose it is possible that someone else in this world may have also created a way to physically time travel, but the possibility of that does seem to be rather unlikely.'
'Well, it could still be possible, Doc,' Marty insisted. 'I mean, who knows, there may be other ways to physically time travel through time?'
'Well, yeah, I guess you're right,' said Doc. 'I guess I shouldn't be so quick to rule anything out.'
'So, Doc and Marty,' Sabrina called out, cheerfully. 'I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry, now. Shall I go cook some dinner, now?'
'Oh, that would be so nice,' exclaimed Doc. 'Yeah, I am getting pretty hungry.'
'You're such a good cook, Sabrina,' commented Marty. 'So what's on the menu for tonight?'
'Oh, how about some stuffed shells and garlic bread?' suggested Sabrina. 'I am a huge fan of Italian pasta dishes.'
'Oh, yes, my mouth is watering, now,' replied Marty.
'That sounds perfectly fine with me,' added Doc. 'The other thing I've just learned about this house, is that nobody has lived here in ten years. The last person to reside in this house was an older woman who had died of a heart attack. All of her family had lived outside of Hill Valley, so nobody wanted to claim this house. I guess people tend to be rather leary of purchasing a house that the last owner had died in. I guess they worry that the house might be haunted, or something like that.'
'But this is such a nice house,' exclaimed Marty.
'Yeah, I would have had no problem moving here,' added Sabrina.
'I think a lot of people just tend to be real supersticious,' suggested Doc. 'Anyway, though, this works out for us - because we can continue to alter my family history of the last eight years, without affecting the previous owner of this house.'
'Good thinking, Doc,' Marty said, smiling.
'Well, I am still searching through my spell books,' explained Sabrina. 'I promise, though, that I'll do anything I can do to help.'
'Thanks, Sabrina,' said Doc, hugging Sabrina. 'You've always been a wonderful friend to me.' Then, turning to Marty, Doc added, 'So have you, Marty. You both have really touched my lives deeply.'
Then Marty and Doc embraced.