4:30 PM PST
As soon as Doc was home, Marty and Haven ran into the kitchen to greet him. As Doc set his bags of groceries on the table, he stared hard at Haven.
'Who, who might you be?' stammered Doc.
'Doc, we need to talk to you,' Marty said, quietly.
'Meet me outside in the lab,' suggested Doc. 'As soon as I put these groceries away and check up on Clara, I'll meet you two out there.'
'Got it, Doc,' Marty said, smiling.
Then Marty and Haven walked out to the lab.
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'So who is this girl that your with?' asked Doc.
'This is Haven,' explained Marty. 'She's your daughter, from the future.'
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc, clutching his chest. Then turning to Haven, Doc asked, 'Did my future self send you here, for a certain reason?'
'Uh, no,' mumbled Haven, blushing, 'I came here, because I wanted to see myself as a baby. I wanted to witness my own birth.'
'Do you have any idea how disasterous this can be?' Doc asked, sternly. 'I'm certain my future self has lectured you about this many times. The time machine is not a toy to be played with. There are certain risks that can happen as result of travelling through time. Where did you park the time machine?'
'I, uh, I sent it a week into the future,' stammered Haven. 'I was worried you wouldn't let me stay for the week, so I made it unaccessible for a week.'
Doc shook his head, in dismay. His daughter wasn't even born yet, and he was already dealing with a rebellious teenage version of her. The worst thing of it was, he had to allow for the time travel event to take place 18 years from now, or else it could result in a terrible paradox. Doc almost had the urge to just destroy the time machine. Of course, destroying the time machine at this point would make things even worse. Anyway, if it wasn't for the time machine, he never would have met Clara - and Jules and Verne would have never been born. Haven would never be born. Was Haven always this rebellious? Will he and Clara be subjected to 18 years of dealing with a rebellious kid?
Haven seemed to be reading her father's mind, because tears filled her eyes, and she said, 'You're not mad at me, Dad, are you? You must think me rebellious, don't you? Well, I guess I can't really blame you. It's just that I desperately wanted to see myself be born - as well as spend some time with Marty and Jennifer, when they were my age.'
Doc sighed, 'No, Haven, I'm not mad at you. I do love you, and I guess I can understand where you're coming from. I guess I have no choice but to let you stay. It's not like I didn't use the time machine to do foolish things, myself. To actually have the opportunity to go places where most people can only dream of can be pretty hard to resist, I understand. It's just that, anytime you are in your past, you risk causing a disruption to the space-time continuum. This is partially why Clara and I had decided to move back to this era, instead of staying in the Old West.' Then, noticing a look on Marty's face, Doc added, 'That, and because of my friendship with Marty. I couldn't just abandon him like that.'
'I notice that you're wearing an April Wine tee-shirt,' added Marty. 'I guess you also wanted to experience the past, when rock and roll music ruled the airwaves, right?'
'Yeah, there is that, too,' added Haven. 'I get tired of people expecting me to listen to Hillary Duff, simply because that's what people my age are expected to like.'
'Well, I have no idea who Hillary Duff is,' Marty said, sighing. 'It's great to know that at least some future generation of teens will be listening to the music that our generation likes. Say, Haven, do some members of my generation hassle you because you listen to our generation's music.'
'Yeah, some of them do,' Haven said, with a sigh. 'Although, don't get me wrong, not all of the new music is bad. Some of the newer rock bands are awesome - bands like Audioslave, The White Stripes, Jet, The Darkness, and such.'
'Well, I have no idea who those bands are,' Marty said, with a grin, 'but it is good to know that not all new music in 2004 is crap.'
'Right, I'm trying to think positively,' said Haven, smiling. 'Also, you and Jennifer don't hassle me about liking your generation's music.'
'Oh, good,' Marty said, smiling, 'I would hate to think that I become one of the old fogeys who scoff at the younger generation. I'm thrilled to hear that our generation's music will be appreciated by some future generation of teens. Gee, I'm only 18 years old - and I'm already starting to sound like an old man.'
'Hey, watch it,' chided Doc, teasingly. Then he added, 'Yeah, I suppose encountering visitors from future generations can do that to do.'
'Or being in the future yourself,' added Marty. 'I still remembered some young boys in the Cafe '80s complaining about the arcade gun being a baby's toys, when I showed them how to play Wild Gunman. I was suddenly feeling really old.'
'Uh, Cafe 80s?' asked Haven, confused. 'The closest we really have is Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe.'
'Oh, uh, actually,' stammered Marty, 'sometime between 2004 and 2015, the Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe becomes the Cafe 80s. Now, Lou's Internet Cafe and Coffee Shoppe is in the building across from the courthouse, right?'
'That is correct,' replied Haven. 'You mean you've been to the future before?'
'Well, yeah, a little over a year ago,' replied Marty. 'Doc brought Jennifer and me along to 2015 - because my son, Marty Jr, was going to get into trouble. That was before I learned to not lose my judgement everytime someone calls me a 'chicken'. Say, we don't live in Hilldale, do we?'
'Uh, no,' replied Haven, 'I really don't think I should be telling you about your future, though. Although, I will say that Marty Jr is such an adorable little boy - and Marlene is also an adorable little girl. They are a little bit obsessed with Led Zeppelin, though.'
'They might have gotten that from me,' Marty said, smiling.
'Well, anyway,' said Doc, speaking up, 'I guess I'll have to explain to your mom about this. I'm not sure how well she will take it, though. We mustn't let Jules and Verne know that you're their sister, though.'
'Well, Jennifer and I were going to go catch a movie tonight,' said Marty. 'I'll have to call Jennifer, and explain to her about Haven.'