1:30 PM PST
Clara walked into the living room, and she saw a teenage girl lying on the couch and listening to the radio - while eating a bad of Cheetos and drinking a can of Pepsi.
'So you must be my daughter, Haven,' Clara said, smiling at the girl.
'That's right, Mom,' replied Haven, smiling - as she sat up. 'How are ya feeling?'
'Say, Haven, when is your birthday?' asked Clara, sitting down on the couch next to Haven.
'I was born on November 12,' replied Haven, 'at 10:04 PM at night.'
'My goodness gracious!' gasped Clara, stunned. 'Oh, no, this means that I have six more days of carrying you. You know, you've been giving me some real trouble, lately. You keep kicking me. I guess you're very anxious to be born.'
'I'm sorry, Mom,' replied Haven, smiling a bit. 'I guess I was a real nuisance inside the womb, wasn't I? Maybe I'm hungry, or something.'
'Come give mommy a great big hug,' Clara urged, smiling.
Haven smiled at her mother's choice of words, and she leaned over to hug Clara.
'So, how do you like your name, Haven?' Clara asked, smiling.
'Oh, I love it,' gushed Haven. 'I mean, a few people have made fun of me for my name - but many others love my name. I love being Haven. Haven Martina Brown is a great name.'
'Then that's what I'll name you,' Clara said, smiling. 'I had a friend named Haven, when I was a little girl. We were so close, and she was my bosom friend. Oh, I really miss her.'
'You'll have to, anyway,' Haven said, smiling, 'to prevent a disruption in the space-time continuum. At least, that's what my guess would be.'
'You might be right,' replied Clara, smiling. 'Sometimes, I worry that Jules and Verne might resent their names - as they are both somewhat old-fashioned sounding in this era.'
'Aw, you needn't worry about it, Mom,' Haven said, smiling. 'They both take such pride in their names, especially Jules. He thinks his names make him sound real intelligent. I mean, I'm sure you know how Jules can be.'
'Well, that I'm not too surprised to hear,' replied Clara. 'So, anyway, I really had you 10:04 PM on November 12? That's remarkable!'
'That's right,' replied Haven. 'I know, because you two love telling that story a lot, about how I was born precisely 31 years after the famous Hill Valley lightening storm. You guys call me your 'cosmic baby'. It may seem like I'm joking - but I'm not. I'm absolutely serious.'
'Well, let's not tell your father about this, okay?' Clara said, smiling. 'Let's have it be a surprise for him. That is certainly uncanny, though.'
'I do feel pretty special,' remarked Haven, beaming. 'I know that was also the night that Dad sent Marty back to 1985 - as well as the day that Dad and Marty had to return to, to retrieve the sports almanac from Biff Tannen.'
'Wow!' Clara gasped, stunned. 'You mean to say you know all that about your father and Marty's adventures?'
'Well, yeah,' explained Haven, 'Dad and Marty have always loved telling us about those experiences. I sometimes wish I was a teenager in the 1980s. I mean, the music of this era is much better - then a lot of the crud that we hear in 2004.'
'It took me a little while to get used to the music of this era,' replied Clara, smiling. 'You have to remember, I grew up in the late 19th century. There was no such thing as rock and roll music, where I come from. That being said, I have come to enjoy a lot of the music of this era - even though I will always have a softness for bluegrass and classical music. Basically, I like all kinds of music.'
'Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?' Haven asked, smiling. 'I know that was always Marty's favourite music group.'
'Oh, yeah, Huey Lewis and The News is a great group,' replied Clara. 'Power of Love is a great, catchy love song - I must say. I can never get tired of that song.'
'Marty and Jennifer had that as their wedding song,' replied Haven, smiling. 'I always think of Marty, whenever I hear that song.'
'Shhhhh,' said Clara. 'You mustn't let Marty and Jennifer know too much about their own future. It could cause a disruption in the space-time continuum.'
'Oh, yeah, you're right,' replied Haven, smiling. 'So, did you have much difficulty adjusting to the late 20th century?'
'Somewhat, yeah,' replied Clara. 'In one sense, after spending eight years in the Old West with your dad, we moved back to 1985. However, in another sense, due to the intervention of Sabrina, I was popped to 1977, as I was about to be flipped off my horse into the ravine. Initially, I was so upset about being taken out of my time, but it only took me a few months to adjust. In some way, I do miss the era I grew up in. On the other hand, though, I've come to appreciate the modern conveniences of this era - as well as the ability to enjoy more freedoms as a woman.'
'Oh, yeah, that's right,' said Haven, smiling. 'I guess I tend for granted the fact that I grew up in an era when women had the same rights as men.'
'Of course, just because I was a woman,' added Clara, 'it doesn't mean that I took crap from other people. I always stood up for myself, not really giving a damn if it meant I was acting in an unladylike manner. I've always been that way.'
'You've certainly had a lot of spunk,' Haven said, admiringly. 'I was never one to take crap from other people, myself. I mean, I try to be nice to everyone - but that doesn't mean I let other people push me around.'
'That's my girl,' Clara said, admiringly. 'Listen, I'm going to head back to bed for awhile. I've been so tired, lately. By the way, be on a watch out for Jules and Verne, okay? They should be home from school, soon. Remember not to let them know that you're their sister. They each can have one popsicle.'
'Right, got it, Mom,' replied Haven, as went to the kitchen to grab a popsicle.