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As soon as Marty had arrived at the Toronto Pearson International Airport, he was a little nervous about who he was supposed to meet. He had no idea who Nicole Derringer was. However, as soon as he stepped into the airport, he had recognized two people he have not seen since he was five.
'Marty! Marty! There you are!' cried out Doc, as he threw his arms around Marty.
'How nice to see you again, Dr. Brown!' exclaimed Marty. 'It's been such a long time.'
'I've really missed you,' Doc said, softly. 'Please, call me Doc.' Then turning to Sabrina, he said, 'I'm sure you remember Sabrina...' Then, turning to the lady beside her, he added, '... and this is Nicole. She offered to let us stay at her home.'
'Please to meet you, Nicole,' said Marty, staking out his right hand. Nicole shook it. Then, smiling, he added, 'I missed you, Sabrina.' Then Sabrina and Marty hugged.
'I missed you, too, Marty,' Sabrina whispered. 'You will never have to worry about Biff, again. He needn't know that you're staying with us.'
'What about Mom, though?' Marty asked, concerned. 'Mom, at least, loves me.'
'Don't worry, Marty,' Doc said, softly. 'We'll do something. As soon as we get to Nicole's house, there is something that I would like to explain to you.'
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When they arrived at Nicole's home, Doc went to search through his luggage, until he finally found the letter that Marty wrote him in 1955, warning him of being shot by terrorists. He went to show it to Marty.
'Hey, Marty,' Doc asked, softly, 'do you recognize this handwriting?'
'It's my handwriting,' Marty gasped, astonished. 'But I don't get it. I mean, I never wrote that letter. What's this about being shot by terrorists, and why?'
'There is something that I need to explain to you,' Doc said, gently. Then then pulled out a copy of the Hill Valley Telegraph, which was headlined 'Hill Valley Man Wins Big At Races'. Next to it was a picture of Biff. 'Look at this, Marty,' Doc said, as he pulled out a magnifying glass. 'It says, right here, that Biff won his first million betting on a horse race in 1958. He wasn't just lucky, he knew because he had all the race results in the sports almanac. That's how he made his entire fortune! Look in his pocket with a magnifying glass.'
Marty looked into the pocket with a magnifying glass. In there was a book that said 'Grey's Sports Almanac 1950-2000'. 'How could that be, though?' Marty asked, confused. 'It's only 1985. That couldn't be possible, unless he had a time machine.'
'Precisely!' Doc exclaimed. 'He did have a time machine! Well, it wasn't actually his - but, somehow, someone travelled through time to bring him the almanac. Perhaps it was his older self from sometime after the year 2000.'
'But time travel isn't possible,' protested Marty. 'It's only something to you see on TV or read about it books.'
'Actually, I came up with the idea of time travel in 1955,' Doc explained. 'You see, I purchased a DeLorean in 1981, and I have been working on building a time machine for two years, before I got committed. I have it buried somewhere, though. It should still be there. We'll figure out some way to bring the DeLorean here, so that I can finish working on it.'
'Does this have something to do with the letter you showed me?' Marty asked, confused.
'Actually, yeah, it does,' explained Doc. 'You see, on November 5, 1955... Well, that was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. 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 showed Marty the picture of a y-shaped device. 'This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.'
'The flux capacitor?' Marty asked, confused.
'That was also the same day that you came to visit me,' continued Doc, 'at around the same age as you are now. Apparently, from the timeline that he came from, he had used plutonium to fuel the time machine. However, in 1955, plutonium was barely unheard of. I figured that the only thing that could generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity that I needed, was a bolt of lightening. Fortunately, you had thought to bring the Save the Clock Tower flyer along, so then I knew when lightening would strike the clock tower. So then I was able to find a way to harness the bolt of lightening, to send you back to 1985.'
'I suppose that was the me that wrote you the letter,' asked Marty, 'warning you of terrorists?'
'Precisely,' replied Doc. 'Initially, I tore up the letter, because I thought that knowing about future events could disrupt the space-time continuum. Then, a few days after you left, I figured, 'what the hell?' So I then taped the letter back together. I was glad that I did. That was the the reminder I really had of your visit in 1955. You really have touched my life during that one week in 1955.'
'Awww, that's so sweet,' gushed Marty. 'Well, ordinarily, I would not believe something like this - but I can't think of any other way that Biff could have gotton so rich, that he has such a huge influence over the US government. Everyone at the boarding school I came from hates him, and sympathized with me for having the misfortune of being his stepson.'
'So you liked going to boarding school?' asked Doc, gently.
'Hell, yeah,' replied Marty. 'Boarding school was a haven for me, where I wasn't getting abused by Biff and his thugs. I once got kicked out of a boarding school, and Biff and his thugs had beat me up for it. Even Mom was mad at me about it.'
'Why did you get kicked out?' asked Doc. 'You don't strike me as being a troublemaker.''
'I had pulled too many pranks,' Marty said, sadly. 'People would call me 'chicken', and I had a real problem with that. I didn't want people to call me a 'chicken', so I ended up doing the pranks, and getting in trouble. When someone had dared me to set off the fire alarm, that was the last straw - so I got kicked out.'
'Are you okay, Marty?' Doc asked, when he saw that Marty had tears in his eyes. He held Marty close, and Marty began to cry. Doc then rocked Marty back and forth. After about 15 minutes, Marty finally stopped crying.
'I'm sorry, Doc,' Marty apologized. 'I didn't mean to get all emotional.'
'There's no need to apologize,' Doc said, gently. 'You've obviously been through a lot, Marty.'
'Yeah, I really miss my dad,' Marty said, sadly, 'and I miss having a family. I want nothing more than to have a family.'
'We'll be your family,' Doc said, gently. 'You'll be okay, Marty. You're safe here, with us.'
'Thanks, Doc,' Marty said, with a small smile.
Then Doc hugged Marty one more time. This may not be the same Marty that he knew in 1955, but he definitely had the same personality. He definitely loved this Marty the same way that he loved the other Marty. Marty was Marty.