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'Whew!' breathed Marty, as he was adjusting to being back in his body. 'That was such a surreal experience. I'm already missing the freedom of being outside of my body. I like being able to float around.'
'Well, it's time to get down to business,' Sabrina insisted, as she streched.. 'Now that we know where the DeLorean is, we can now do the teleportation spell.'
'Actually, we should wait until it gets dark out,' suggested Doc, 'so that no prying eyes can see the DeLorean materialize out of thin air.
'Oh, don't worry, Doc,' said Nicole. 'We'll materialize the DeLorean into the garage. Then maybe we can all work together to put the finishing touches on the time machine.'
'So, how do we power the time machine?' asked Marty.
'Well, we need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity that I need,' explained Doc, 'so maybe if we could somehow get our hands on some plutoneum. The only question would be, where?'
'I wouldn't recommend it,' Sabrina said, quietly. 'You don't want to mess with anything nuclear. I can create a potion that can generate 1.21 gigawatts of electricity. It's not as hard as you might think.'
'Well, you are a witch,' Doc said, smiling. 'I'd be more than happy to look into alternatives. Come to think of it, that may be how my counterpart got shot by terrorists. I do remember watching the video that Marty brought to 1955, and my older self saying something about making a deal with Libyan Nationalists.'
'Yeah, please don't, Doc,' Marty pleaded. 'I don't want you to get shot. You really mean a lot to me.'
'Yeah, making deals with terrorists is not very smart,' Sabrina agreed. 'I'll just have to look in my book of potions, and see if I can come up with a potion that can generate so much electricity. If nothing else, I can always consult my spirit guide.'
'Uh, spirit guide?' Marty asked, confused. 'What the hell is a spirit guide?'
'I must admit that this whole spiritualism is lost on me, too,' added Doc. 'I mean, physicism is more my thing.'
'Spirit guides are just like guardian angels,' explained Sabrina. 'They're benevolent spirits that watch over you and guide you.'
'Oh, I see,' mumbled Marty. 'What about me? Do I have a spirit guide?'
'Yeah, we all have a spirit guide,' Sabrina said, gently. 'God appoints one to each of us, as we're born.'
'I don't get why my life is so terrible, then,' Marty said, sadly. 'Sometimes, I even question the existence of God. I mean, I don't understand why He would allow my father to be murdered, or for Biff to become so rich and powerful. On the other hand, though, I often find it comforting to talk to God. I can also take a walk in the countryside, and feel God's presence. Othertimes, though, I question if God really does care about me. I mean, why would my life suck so much?'
'I understand, Marty,' Sabrina said, softly, as she placed a hand on Marty's shoulder. 'You have to look on the positive side, though. Now you're here with us, and we have a way to fix things, so that Biff is not so rich and powerful. So, Marty, there is hope.'
'You're right, Sabrina,' Marty said, with a small smile. 'I guess I should stop feeling sorry for myself, and think of how we can improve things.'
Then Sabrina hugged Marty, and said, 'Atta boy, Marty! Now Nicole and I are going to work on the teleportation spell. We should do it out in the garage, and then we should be able to see the DeLorean materialize.'
'I hate to be a pessimist here,' said Doc, 'but if we don't get the time machine built soon, we might see an apocalypse, soon. I mean, Marty was supposed to go back to 1955 at around 1:30 AM on October 26.'
'I was?' Marty asked, confused. 'What do you mean?'
'That was when your counterpart went to 1955,' explained Doc. 'I know, because I was the one to help him return home.'
'Don't worry, Doc,' said Sabrina. 'I just talked to my spirit guide, and she said that things will be fine - and I fully trust her.'
'Thanks, Sabrina,' replied Doc. 'Well, we should still find a way to finish the time machine, and then head back to November 12, 1955. Then we should be able to return to a happier future.'
'So what happens to the rest of the people in this world?' asked Nicole.
'They become the people in the new timeline,' replied Doc, 'and they will have no memory of this world. Only we, the time travellers, will remember.'
'I don't get it, Doc,' Marty said, confused. 'You mean that this reality is just going to cease to exist?'
'Precisely,' replied Doc. 'Tell me, Marty, do you know anything about computers?'
'Well, yeah,' replied Marty, 'I've used computers when I was in boarding schools, so I have some idea of how they work.'
'Okay, well,' explained Doc, 'let's say that you save a computer file as Marty Brown. Now you open that file back up, you remove some content, and add some new content - then you save the file again, as Marty Brown. Now the new file has completely overwrote the old file - and the old file no longer exists.'
Marty thought for a minute, then replied, 'Oh, okay, now I get it, Doc. So that would pretty much be same concept, if we went back to 1955 to remove the almanac from Biff, then returned to this time?'
'Exactly,' replied Doc. 'Once Sabrina and Nicole teleport the time machine over here, I'm going to head outside and see what all needs to be done, yet.'
'I really do miss my daddy,' Marty said, sadly. 'Maybe my daddy will be alive again, once we take the almanac away from young Biff.'
'It could very well be possible,' replied Doc, hugging Marty. 'I'm sure Biff will not be so corrupt, if he's not rich.'
'Nicole and I are going to head out to the garage, now,' announced Sabrina.
Then Sabrina and Nicole headed outside, to do their teleportation spell.