4:00 AM PST
As soon as Marty headed home from the Browns' home, he went to his room, and hid the bag of lemon drops in his desk drawer. He planned savour each lemon drop, and share some with Jennifer - since those tasted better than any lemon drops he had sucked on. He then turned on his radio, flopped down on his bed, and started to search for any new memories - especially of his trip back to the Old West.
He noticed that only two minor details have changed. Instead of Maggie telling her that William was the 'first McFly born in America', he was the 'first McFly boy born in America'. Also, during the lecture of Seamus' brother, Seamus had informed Marty that Martin used to be a lot like him - but that, fortunately, he had learned to value life. Seamus had also mentioned something about a guardian angel being responsible to Martin's change of attitude - and Marty had been curious about who the guardian angel was. Now I know, Marty thought with a smile.
Then there was a knock on a door, jolting Marty out of his thoughts.
'Who is it?' called out Marty.
'It's your mom,' Lorraine called out, cheerfully. 'I was wondering if you would like to look at some photo albums with us.'
'Hey, sure, why not?' replied Marty, as he followed Lorraine to the living room.
Lorraine smiled, as he showed Marty a page in the photo album. 'This is your great-great-granduncle, Martin Douglas McFly,' Lorraine said, cheerfully. 'He looks so much like you, doesn't he? I mean, he even has your smile.'
'You're right,' replied Marty, smiling. 'He does look a lot like me.' Then, looking at the date on one of the pictures, Marty exclaimed, 'This picture was taken in July of 1880.'
'Yeap,' replied Lorraine, 'that was over a century ago. I'll have to go frame this picture. He looks just like you. He's a real cutie - and so are you.'
'Aw, thank you, Mom,' gushed Marty, blushing. 'Our resemblances are rather uncanny, aren't they. It's like I'm looking at a picture of me.'
'It's too bad that the photos back then didn't come in colour,' Lorraine said, with a sigh. 'He'd probably look even cuter, in colour.'
'You can always just look at a picture of me,' teased Marty.
Lorraine laughed, then she turned a page, and gasped. 'Oh, my stars!' gasped Lorraine. 'This picture looks just like you and Jennifer. My goodness! It says here that her name is Juniper Parker. This is even more freaky.'
'It looks like our families did cross paths, over a century ago,' Marty said, smiling.
'I suppose I should go frame that picture, too,' Lorraine said, smiling. 'I must say, this is almost as uncanny as looking at photos of Maggie McFly, your great-great-grandmother.'
'It's surreal,' Marty said, smiling. Marty then glanced at the clock, and said, 'Oh, Mom, I'd better get going. I'm suppose to practice with The Pinheads tonight.'
'Oh, have fun, Marty,' Lorraine said, as she hugged Marty.
'Thanks, Mom!' replied Marty, smiling. 'I will!'
oooooooooo
That night, Marty McFly had a very memorable dream. He was sitting at a picnic table near the swimming hole with Jennifer, drinking raspberry cordial and sucking on lemon drops. It was a warm, breezy day out - and Marty and Jennifer were staring intentively into each other's eyes. Then they saw Martin and Juniper walking up towards them, both of them smiling.
Martin sat right next to Marty, and he whispered, 'Thank you, Marty, for helping me to live a long prosperous life.'
'Oh, you're very welcome,' Marty replied, smiling. Then, realizing something, he whispered, 'You called me Marty.'
'That's your name, isn't it?' Martin asked, smiling. 'How are you enjoying your lemon drops?'
'Oh, they are delicious, Martin,' Marty breathed. 'They don't make lemon drops like that anymore. They can be so addictive.'
'Aye, tell me about it,' replied Martin, smiling. 'One day, Marty, you will be discovered. You will become a famous rock and roll star. Whatever you do, do not give up hope. Your future is very promising. Just make it a good one, both you and Jennifer.'
'Thank you, Martin,' whispered Marty.
'Come follow me,' urged Martin. 'There is something I need to show you.'
Smiling, Marty had followed Martin into a room that smelled of incense, and had walls decorated with psychedelic swirls. As the Martins flopped down into the beanbag chair, they saw three lava lamps bubbling in front of them.
'This is so, uh, groovy,' Marty said, smiling.
'I figured this should put you into a tranquil and serene mood,' Martin said, smiling.
Then, another Martin McFly walked up to them.
'Who, who are you?' stammered Marty.
'I'm Marty Junior,' replied the third Martin, smiling. 'I'm your son.'
Marty stood up to embrace his son.
Then Marty Jr had walked over to the pantry, and pulled out a plate of warm brownies. Marty and Martin each grabbed one. Then Marty Jr walked over to the stereo, and put on some psychedelic rock music.
Marty Jr then smiled at Marty, and said, 'One day, you will make a great father. You really have matured a lot in the last few months. I will look so forward to being your son. You and Jennifer will make great parents. I just know it.
Then Marty Jr flopped down into the bean bag chair with Marty and Martin. The three Martin McFlys chewed on brownies - and they all enjoyed the aroma and the music. After about an hour, Seamus joined the trio of Martins.
Seamus threw his arms around Marty, and whispered, 'Thanks again for saving my brother's life.'
'You're welcome, Seamus,' whispered Marty, giving Seamus a tight squeeze.
'How would you fine gentlemen like my famous pancakes and maple syrup?' Seamus asked the three Martins.
'We would love that, Seamus,' the three Martins responded, simultaneously.
Then Seamus went to the kitchen, to make his special pancakes - as Martin handed a lemon drop to Marty Jr and Marty, which they immediately popped into their mouths.