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'Well, here we are,' said Doc, as he landed the Delorean into an empty park. 'I normally would not be doing this in broad daylight, but we may as well get this done and over with. We must be sure to run into our younger selves, or Marty.'
'Yeah, right,' agreed Sabrina. 'We can just perform the last part of the spell here. It's within a one mile proximity of your home, so it will work.'
'Good,' replied Doc, smiling.
Then Doc watched Sabrina, as she set the pentacle onto the picnic table, placed a thing of incense in the middle, and surrounded it with 20 crystals of four different colors: orange, pink, purple, and turqouise - then she put a green crystal on each side of her.. Sabrina then did another encantation, once again invoking the goddesses of Diana and Hecate. The the crystals began to glow. Then rainbow swirls began to surround Doc and Sabrina. Doc then got out his futuristic binoculars, and watched Clara materialize in front of Doc's garage.
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Clara stood in front of this small building, confused. She had just been about to be thrown off her horse into the ravine, when she suddenly landed into this strange world. There were horseless carriages everywhere, and there was a restaurant called Burger King beside her. At least she assumed it was a restaurant, since she could smell food coming from it. She was unfamiliar with the smell, but it smelled like something edible. In front of her was this older man dressed up in strange clothing.
'Great Scott!' gasped the man. 'Who are you?'
'Uh, my name is... is Clara,' Clara stammered. 'Clara Clayton. I landed here when I just about fell of my horse, into the ravine. This doesn't look like heaven, though.'
Just then a young boy about nine stepped out of the building, and asked, 'Who is it, Doc?'
'I'm not sure,' replied Doc. 'It looks like she doesn't have a home, though. We maybe we can let her stay here.'
Clara then stretched out her hand to the young boy, and said, 'Hi, my name is Clara Clayton.'
'Hi, Miss Clayton,' replied the boy, smiling. 'I'm Marty. Marty McFly.'
'Pleased to meet you, Marty,' Clara said, shaking Marty's hand. 'Marty is a nice name.'
'Thanks,' Marty replied, smiling. 'My real name is Martin, but everyone calls me Marty. I only get called Martin when I'm in trouble.'
'He very rarely ever gets in trouble,' Doc said, smiling. 'He's a good boy.'
'I see, that, uh..' Clara started to say, 'I don't think you've said your name.'
'My name is Dr. Emmett Brown,' replied Doc, 'but you can call me Emmett.'
'Pleased to meet you, Emmett,' Clara said, shaking Doc's hand. 'You can call me Clara.'
'Clara is such a nice name,' Doc said, smiling. 'So, where did you come from?'
'Well, I grew up in New Jersey,' Clara replied. 'I was heading over to Hill Valley to take on a teaching job, then I landed here.'
'Well, this is Hill Valley,' Marty said, smiling.
'Marty, why don't you head back into the garage,' suggested Doc. 'Clara and I need to talk privately.'
'Sure, Doc,' replied Marty, as he headed back into the garage.
'I don't recognize this place at all,' said Clara. 'I mean, these carriages out there don't have horses.'
Then Doc grabbed Clara's hands and asked, 'So, Clara, what year is this?'
'Uh, it's 1885, of course,' Clara replied.
'Great Scott!' exclaimed Doc. 'Actually, it's 1977, now.'
'Uh, 1977?' asked Clara, confused. 'No way, that's impossible.'
'Let me explain something to you,' Doc said, gently. 'You see, 22 years ago, on November 5 of 1955, I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, the porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink. And when I came to, I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this.' Then Doc pulled out a slip of paper that he outlined the flux capacitor on, and showed it to Clara. 'This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.'
'That sounds so astounding,' remarked Clara, 'but there is no way I can believe here.'
'Come with me,' said Clara. 'I can prove to you that it's 1977.'
Then Doc showed Clara into the garage, showed her all of the electronics, showed her the calendar on the wall, and showed her some newspapers.
'I can't believe this,' Clara said, stunned. 'So this really is 1977? It's not 1885? I'm actually in the future? That means... everyone I have ever loved... is now.. dead.' Then Clara sat down on the bed, buried her face into a handkerchief, and began to cry. 'Oh, Emmett, I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go...'
Doc then did the same thing he did whenever Marty was crying. He wrapped his arms around Clara, put her head on his shoulder, and gently rocked her back and forth. 'Shhhhh, everything will be alright, Clara,' Doc said, soothingly. 'I hope to finish the time machine in a few years, then I can send you back home.'
'A few years?' sobbed Clara. 'I don't want to wait a few years. I want to go home, now.'
'Clara, I'm only human,' Doc said, gently. 'I'm the only one here who can help you. You have to trust me on this. The time machine will be built by 1985. I know that, because Marty visited me in 1955 and told me.'
'That's eight years,' Clara said, sniffing. 'Eight years is too long for me to wait.'
'We'll help you get used to this era,' Doc said, gently. 'As soon as the time machine is finished, I'll send you back to 1885. I promise.'
Clara then wiped her eyes, realizing that she had no other choice but to trust Doc.
'Okay, Emmett, I guess I trust you,' Clara said, sighing. 'Maybe I could try to get used to this time period. I will really miss home, though.'
Then, almost instinctively, Doc and Clara began to kiss each other.