6:30 PM PST
Marty called up Jennifer, nervous about what Jennifer's reaction might be. He was looking forward to going to the movies alone with Jennifer - but he also knew that it would be rude to not take Haven along. after all, Haven was their guest.
'Uh, hello?' asked Jennifer, sounding a little tired.
'Yo, Jennifer,' called out Marty, 'I'm over at Doc and Clara's house. Can you come over? There's something that we need to talk about - that I can't really discuss over the phone.'
'Sure, Marty,' replied Jennifer, 'I'll be right over. I just have to go grab my skateboard.'
'See ya, Jennifer,' said Marty, as he hung up the phone.
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'So what's up, Marty,' asked Jennifer, as she entered the Browns' home.
'Well, you see, Jennifer,' Marty said, slowly, 'we have a visitor from the future. You know how Clara's third child is due to be born real soon?'
'Oh, let me guess,' mumbled Jennifer, 'a future version of the third child came to visit us from the future?'
'Bingo!' replied Marty. 'How did you guess?'
'Hey, I've been into this time travel thing as long as you have,' replied Jennifer. 'Besides, it's not the first time something like this has happened.'
'Shhh,' Marty said, quietly, 'we mustn's let Haven know about our other future visitors. Haven came here from a closer future.'
'What a minute!' gasped Jennifer. 'Haven? Doc and Clara are naming their third child Haven?'
'Yeah, they are,' replied Marty, quietly. 'I know, I was shocked at first, myself. Come to think of it, though, Haven is a pretty nice name for a girl. Haven is a pretty nice word. I can see why Clara loves that word a lot.'
'Yeah, I agree, haven is a nice word,' Jennifer said, smiling. 'It's just that I've never heard Haven used as a girl's first name before. I was just shocked, That's all.'
'Haven Brown,' murmured Marty. 'That name kind of has a nice ring to it.'
'Haven Parker?' suggested Jennifer. 'Haven McFly? Haven Needles? Haven Tannen? Haven Strickland?'
Marty and Jennifer both cracked up, laughing.
'Oh, you are too funny, Jennifer,' Marty said, laughing.
'I still prefer the name Marlene for our future daughter,' Jennifer said, smiling.
'Actually, I think we should name our future daughter Harmony,' Marty suggested, laughing. 'Harmony McFly! That name has a nice ring to it!'
'Oh, Marty, you're joking - right?' Jennifer asked, laughing. 'Not that I have anything against the name Harmony, but it's already been established that our future daughter will be Marlene - and Jules is already going to name his future daughter Harmony.'
'Yeah, you're right, Jennifer,' Marty said, smiling. 'That's the one drawback of time travel, I guess - and interacting with people from the future. I guess naming our future children something other than Marty and Marlene could create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe.'
'Yeah, I guess so,' Jennifer said, with a sigh. 'Well, I'm sure Doc knows way more about interacting with the future, than either of us.'
'It might have really killed him,' suggested Marty, 'for Doc to have to wait 30 years because being about to discuss the events of 1955 with me.'
'Yeah, I wouldn't doubt it,' replied Jennifer. 'Well, let's go find Haven, and take her with us. I was thinking that we should see Labyrinth tonight.'
'Oh, yes, that sounds like a great movie,' replied Marty, smiling. 'It features David Bowie. He's a great musician, isn't he?'
'Oh, yes, for sure,' replied Jennifer, smiling.
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'Oh, Labyrinth!' gasped Haven. 'That is one of my absolute favourite movies of all time! It'll be amazing to actually see that movie on the big screen. It'll be such an awesome experience. Thanks for inviting me along.'
'You're very welcome,' replied Marty. 'It'll be my first time seeing the movie. So you like David Bowie?'
'Oh, I certainly do!' gushed Haven. 'It's so nice to see you, Jennifer. I must say, you two do make a very lovely couple.'
'Aw, thanks,' replied Jennifer, smiling. 'I guess Marty and I really are destined to spend the rest of our lives together. It's amazing that our distant relatives also got married. At least they weren't our direct ancestors.'
'Even if they were,' added Marty, 'I think we would be farly removed from being related, that we could legally and morally marry.'
'Yeah, maybe,' replied Marty, 'but it would seem real creepy.'
'So, when does the movie start?' asked Haven.
'We have to be at the movie theatre at eight,' replied Marty. 'So, let's hop in the car and get going, shall we?'
'Oh, sure, this will be so fun!' gushed Haven.
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'How are ya feeling, Clara?' Doc asked his wife, as he kissed her.
'I feel sick,' moaned Clara. 'I can hardly wait for the baby to be born. I wonder what she'll be like, when she grows up.'
'Oh, yeah, about that,' interjected Doc, 'there is something I need to tell you.'
'What is it, Emmett?' asked Clara. 'What happened.'
'Our child came to visit us from the future,' explained Doc, 'right on her 18th birthday. She wanted to see herself be born.'
'She what?' exclaimed Clara, baffled. 'why didn't you tell me about it immediately?'
'Well, honey, you were sleeping,' Doc said, quietly. 'I just didn't want to disturb you, and add more stress on you. I figured you wouldn't take the news that well.'
'I guess you're right, Emmett,' sighed Clara. 'I'm not sure if I can let Haven watch herself be born, though. I mean, that could result in a paradox, no?'
'Well, not necessarily,' Doc said, gently. 'I mean, it wouldn't be the first time that we've met future/past versions of ourselves. Come to think of it, seeing yourself as a baby is probably the least risky. I mean, how many of us remember ourselves as a baby? As long as Haven doesn't drop her infant self, I'm sure everything will be fine.'
'Well, I guess you know what you're talking about,' Clara said, managing a small smile. 'So where is Haven, now?'
'She went to go see a movie with Marty and Jennifer,' explained Doc. 'They should be back in a few hours. You want something to eat.'
'Just make me some tomato soup, please,' replied Clara. 'I'm in the mood for tomato soup.'
'Tomato soup it is, then,' Doc replied, smiling. Then Doc turned to head towards the kitchen.