6:00 AM PST
As soon as the DeLorean had broken the time barrier, Haven had driven the car into the park, and parked it. She then decided to sleep for awhile, knowing that people her age would be expected to be in school until three in the afternoon. This afternoon, she would then visit her father's home.
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After school, Marty McFly had skateboarded and car surfed over to the Brown's home. He was a little concerned about Clara. Clara was expected to go into labour real soon, and she had been rather sick lately. Doc had been outside, picking apples, when Marty arrived.
'Marty!' Doc exclaimed. 'How good to see you! I was just busy picking apples, so that I can make some applesause.'
'That sounds delicious,' replied Marty, as he ran up to hug Doc. 'Say, how's Clara doing? Is she still feeling sick?'
'Well, she's been sleeping for most of today,' explained Doc. 'The baby might be born on the 12th. Clara says it's going to be a girl. How does that sound, Marty?'
'It sounds like she might be one very special baby,' Marty replied, with a smile. 'Do you guys have a name picked out for her, yet?'
'Yeah, Clara wants her to be called Haven,' explained Doc. 'I decided that her middle name should be Martina. So it looks like our baby will be called Haven Martina Brown.'
'Hmmm, Haven?' Marty asked, a little baffled. 'Well, that sounds like a rather, uh, interesting name. Any particular reason why Clara picked that name?'
'It's one of her favourite words,' explained Doc, 'and she thought that might make a nice girl's name. Of course, I had you in mind, when I picked Martina for the middle name.'
'Oh, Doc, that's so sweet,' Marty gushed. 'I suppose Haven does kinda sound like a nice name for a girl. It's just that I, uh, well, I never met anyone called Haven before. But then, again, I also never met anyone named Jules before I met your son. I have known a few Verns, though - usually spelled without the 'e' at the end.'
'Well, Marty, I have to run a few errands,' said Doc, standing up. 'Can you watch the boys for a little while? I should be back no later than half an hour.'
'Sure, Doc,' Marty replied, cheerfully. 'That's no problem. How are the kids coping with the idea of having a baby sister? I'm sure Verne especially might have some difficulties adjusting.'
'Actually, Verne has been handling the idea pretty well,' replied Doc. 'He likes the idea of no longer being the youngest in the family.'
Marty, himself being the youngest kid in his family, could sympathize a bit with Verne. Even though he was 18, his parents still tended to treat him like a child. He couldn't really blame them, though. In a way, he kind of welcomed the idea of being a child, again - as adulthood wasn't always all that it was cracked up to be. Watching the news always depressed Marty, and he hated thinking about politics. Of course, he did also enjoy the freedoms that came with adulthood - but it was also a big step in his life. He know that, one day, he and Jennifer were predestined to get married. He just wasn't sure when. Apparently, some time before 1997, since that was when Marlene was to be born, followed by Marty Jr a year later.
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Haven started to wake up, and sleepily stared at the Present Time of the LED display panel. The clock read 3:15 PM. That meant school was over, now - and she decided to head over to her father's home. She sent the DeLorean a week into the future. Then she headed over to her home. She knew that her family lived in the same place in 1986, as they did in 2004. For a long time, she had dreamed of seeing herself as a baby - and, in a week, her wish would come true. She wondered what it would feel like to hold herself as a baby. As soon as she had arrived at her home, she knocked on the door. Even though this was technically home, she wasn't really home, as she didn't belong in this time at her age - so she could be accused of trespassing. Marty opened the door. Even though Marty looked decidedly younger in this time, he was still very recognizable. In 2004, she looked pretty young for 36.
'Who, who are you?' stammered Marty. Something about the girl struck her as familiar.
'Uh, my name is Haven,' replied Haven. 'I'm Haven Martina Brown. I came here from the year 2004.'
Marty then gasped. 'You kinda do look like a younger Clara,' commented Marty. 'I'm not sure how Doc would take to your being here. He might send you back to 2004.'
'He can't,' Haven insisted. 'I sent the DeLorean a week into the future. I wanted to witness the birth of myself. I also wanted to see you, when you were my age.'
Marty sighed. This incident reminded him of some visitors from the future that they had earlier in the year - Marty Jr and Harmony. Of course, he mustn't say anything about then to Haven, since Haven had arrived from an earlier future than Marty Jr and Harmony did. He began to wonder what other visitors from the future he might encounter. The possibilities were endless.
'I suppose we have no choice than to let you stay here,' Marty said, with a sigh. 'At least you thought to come here first, instead of wondering around town.'
Marty was also grateful that Haven didn't come back with someone who looked just like him, confusing the heck out of everyone - and causing people to wonder if he and Jennifer broke up. Even Jennifer had mistaken Marty's future son for him, and assumed that Marty was cheating on him with some girl named Harmony. Marty cringed at that memory.
'Hey, Marty,' asked Haven, 'can we play Nintendo for awhile?'
'Sure, I suppose we can,' replied Marty. 'Is there any particular music that you want to listen to?'
Haven tried to think of a band that was around in 1986. 'Do you have High Class In Borrowed Shoes by Max Webster?'
'I think we do,' Marty said, smiling. Then he searched through his cassette collection, and found the tape. 'I love Max Webster, too. Kim Mitchell is such a great guy.'
'Yeah, he certainly is,' replied Haven. 'I tried to interested your kids and my neices to bands like Max Webster - but it seems like all they want to listen to is Led Zeppelin.'
Marty burst out laughing. 'I was kinda like that, too, as a kid. I guess this proves just how legendary Led Zeppelin is.'
'I suppose you're right,' said Haven, with a sigh. 'It's just that it seems like Led Zeppelin is all they want to listen to, if you know what I mean.'
'Any particular game you want to play?' asked Marty.
'Oh, yes,' gushed Haven. 'I would love to play Super Mario Brothers.'
'Yeah,' agreed Marty, 'that's always a good game.'