November 5, 1955
10:30 AM PST

Jennifer looked on with horror, as she saw her boyfriend become unconscious. She then saw the driver step out of the car, and he walk over to Marty.

'Is this lad your boyfriend?' the driver asked Jennifer. 'What was he doing in the middle of the road?'

'He was pushing his friend out of the way,' explained Jennifer.

'Well, then,' asked the driver, 'what was his friend doing in the middle of the road?'

'He fell from the tree he was in,' explained Jennifer. 'He was, uh, bird watching.'

'Well, you tell his friend to be more careful in the future,' the driver said, gruffly. 'Now let's carry him into the house. By the way, I'm Mr. Baines. What might your name be, miss?'

'I'm Jenn-' Jennifer started to say, then she realized she should use a different name. 'I'm Pat. My name is Pat Benatar.'

'Well, pleased to meet you, Miss Benatar,' replied Mr. Baines. 'What about your boyfriend here? What is his name?'

'His name is, uh, Huey Lewis,' replied Jennifer.

'Well, then,' said Mr. Baines, 'let's carry your boyfriend into the house.'

Jennifer then followed Mr. Baines into the house, as Mr. Baines was carrying Marty. She noticed another girl who was around her age.

'Daddy! Daddy!' called out the girl. 'What happened?'

'Some young boy named Huey Lewis had an accident with my car,' explained Mr. Baines. 'This is his girlfriend, Pat Benatar. Why don't the two of you get acquainted with each other, while I lay him down in your bed?'

'Yes, Dad,' replied the girl. Then, turning to Jennifer, she said, 'Let's go to the living room, okay?'

'Sure, uh, what's your name?' asked Jennifer.

'Oh, my name is Lorraine,' replied the girl. 'I'm Lorraine Baines. You're Pat Benatar, right?'

'That's correct,' replied Jennifer

'This is my brother, Milton,' explained Lorraine, as the girls walked into the living room. 'This is Sally and Toby. The youngest kid in the playpen is Joey.' Then, turning to her siblings, Lorraine said, 'This is Pat Benatar. She is dating Huey Lewis, who is passed out on my bed. Pat and I are going to head upstairs and talk to him.'

The girls had silently walked up the stairs, as Jennifer was concerned about her boyfriend. Please, God, Jennifer prayed. Let him be all right.

'He is certainly one very handsome boy,' Lorraine said, when she say Marty. 'I hope to, one day, meet someone like him.'

'I'm sure you one day will,' Jennifer said, softly. 'Gee, I sure hope he's okay. I would hate for him to, uh... Well, you know.'

'I understand, Pat,' Lorraine said, softly. 'Together, we can nurse him back to consciousness.'

Jennifer smiled gratefully to her new friend.

oooooooooo

'Mom, is that you? Marty asked, groggily, as he woke up.

'There, there, now. Just relax,' said a soothing feminine voice. 'You've been asleep for almost nine hours now.'

'I had a horrible nightmare,' groaned Marty. 'I dreamed I went back in time. It was terrible.'

'Well, you're safe and sound, now,' the girl said, soothingly. 'Back in good old 1955.'

'1955?' Marty gasped, as he was fully awake, now. He sat up in bed, and he saw a familiar looking girl next to him. If he really was in the year 1955, then this girl must be her mother. Except that this girl looked much thinner and healthier, than his mother did at 47 in 1985. 'You're my ma - you're my ma.'

'My name's Lorraine,' replied the girl. 'Lorraine Baines.'

'Yeah,' mumbled Marty, 'but you're, uh... you're so... you're so thin.'

'Just relax now, Huey,' Lorraine said, soothingly. 'You've got a big bruise on your head.'

Just then, Marty saw his girlfriend enter the room with a wet wash cloth.

'Jennifer!' Marty gushed, at the sight of his girlfriend.

'Jennifer who?' Lorraine asked, confused. 'Don't you recognize your girlfriend? She's your girlfriend, Pat Benatar. Surely you remember her, no?'

'Oops, sorry,' mumbled Marty. 'I guess I was thinking of my... sister. Yeah, of course I recognize Pat. She's the love of my life!'

'That's okay, Huey,' Jennifer said, soothingly. 'I guess you're still a little out of it. So, how do you feel? Are you in any major pain?'

'Uh, no, I'm not really in much pain,' mumbled Marty, 'even though I do feel a little stiff. However, I still don't understand what the hell is going on here. I almost feel like I'm still dreaming. I mean, I'm not even supposed to be here.'

'Aw, everything will be fine, Huey,' Lorraine said, softly. 'Just get your rest, and you'll feel better soon. Try not to stress yourself out, too much.'

'Lorraine is right,' replied Jennifer. 'After supper, we can walk over to your Uncle Emmett's house. He should be able to help us out a bit.'

'Say, do you know where 1640 Riverside...' Marty started to ask.

'Yeah, I know,' Jennifer said, softly. 'I asked about it when you were still out. I can take you there after supper. It won't be hard at all to find.'

'Children,' Mrs. Baines shouted up the stairs, 'it's time for dinner! Come on down!'

'Come on, you two,' urged Lorraine. 'Let's go.'

Marty and Jennifer then followed Lorraine down the stairs, and Marty saw that the family was seated around the table.

'So tell me, Huey,' asked Mrs. Baines, 'how long have you been in port?'

'Excuse me?' Marty asked, confused.

'Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you?' Mrs. Baines asked, confused. 'That's why you wear that life preserver.'

'Uh, coast guard,' replied Marty.

'Oh, I see,' said Mrs. Baines. Then she turned to Mr. Baines, who was in the living room, and said, 'Sam, quit fiddling with that thing. Come in here to dinner.' Mrs. Baines then turned back to Marty, and she said, 'Now let's see. You already know Lorraine. This is Milton. This is Sally. That's Toby - and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.'

Marty then looked over at Joey, and he quietly said, 'So you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.'

'Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen,' Mrs. Baines said, in a high-pitched voice. Then, speaking normally, she added, 'He cries whenever we take him out - so we just leave him in there all the time. Well, Huey and Pat, I hope the two of you like meatloaf.'

'Sure, thanks, Mrs. Baines,' replied Marty. 'Meatloaf will be fine. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse right now.'

'Yeah, I'm not a picky eater,' added Jennifer. 'I'll eat just about anything.'

Mrs. Baines then pulled up two chairs to the table, and she said, 'Sit here, Huey and Pat.' Then, turning to Mr. Baines, she said, 'Sam, quit fiddling with that thing - and come in here and eat your dinner.'

Mr. Baines then pulled the TV up to the table, where everyone could see it.

'Ho ho ho, look at it roll,' called out Mr. Baines. 'Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.'

'Our first television set,' Lorraine said to Marty. 'Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?'

'Well, yeah, you know,' replied Marty, 'we have two of them.'

'Wow,' Milton said, impressed, 'you must be rich.'

'Oh, honey,' said Mrs. Baines, 'he's teasing you. Nobody has two television sets.'

'Hey, hey, I've seen this one,' exclaimed Marty. 'I've seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space.'

Everyone at the table, except for Jennifer, stared at Marty, confused.

'What do you mean you've seen this?' asked Milton, confused. 'It's brand new!'

'Yeah, well,' mumbled Marty, 'I saw it on a rerun.'

The Baines family was even more confused.

'What's a rerun?' asked Milton, confused.

'You'll find out,' mumbled Marty.

Mrs. Baines then looked at Marty, and she asked, 'You know, Huey, you look so familiar. Do I know your mother?'

'Yeah, I think maybe you do,' Marty replied, somewhat cryptically, as he glanced at Lorraine.

'Oh, then, I wanna give her a call,' insisted Mrs. Baines. 'I don't want her to worry about you.'

'You can't, uh,' Marty said, a bit too quickly. Then, covering, he added, 'that is, uh, nobody's home.'

'Oh,' was Mrs. Baines response.

'Yet,' Marty clarified, in a somewhat feeble attempt to clarify.

'Oh,' repeated Mrs. Baines. 'Then what about you, Pat? Are your parents home?'

'Uh, no,' replied Jennifer, 'my parents are out of town, though. However, Huey's uncle is in town. We were going to walk over to his house after dinner.'

'Then why don't I go give your uncle a call?' suggested Mrs. Baines.

'Uh, he isn't home yet, either,' said Marty. 'He won't be home from work for another hour or so.'

'All right, then,' Mrs. Baines said, sighing. 'So are all of you ready for dessert, now? I made apple strudel for everyone. We can have apple strudel and ice cream.'

'That sounds great with me,' Marty replied.

'Yeah, thank you, Mrs. Baines,' replied Jennifer. 'Dinner was great, and I really enjoyed getting to know your family.'