12:30 AM PST
Marty and Jennifer were sitting in the living room of Doc's mansion - as they were sipping on some hot chocolate, eating a Hershey's bar, and watching television. Marty was hardly paying attention to the television, though - as his mind was on Doc's impending death from the Libyans, as soon as Marty returned to 1985 - which would be at 10:04 PM of the following day. All week long, Marty had tried to warn Doc that he would get shot by terrorists, but Doc refused to listen.
'Hey, Marty, I'm going to go to bed, now,' said Doc, as he walked into the living room.
Marty decided to try one more time to warn his friend. 'Hey, Doc, please, there is something that I really need to tell you.'
'If it's about the future,' Doc said, sternly, 'then I don't want to hear it. No man should know too much about their own destiny. If I know too much about my own future, I could endanger my own existence - just as you endangered yours.'
Marty sighed. This had been the same thing that Doc had been telling him all week long. Doc could be so stubborn. Marty was blinking really hard, to keep from crying.
'Yeah, all right, I guess,' said Marty, sighing. He was getting real desperate. Doc had always told him that if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. However, Doc seemed to be just as passionate about not wanting to know about his future - as Marty was of warning his friend about it. Why won't you listen to me, Doc? Marty thought, in despair.
'Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time,' Doc insisted. 'Now I'm heading off to bed. I'm tired.'
Marty then stood up to hug Doc, as he blinked back tears - while Doc hugged him back. Initially Doc was a little leary of hugs, as Doc wasn't used to them - but he quickly became accustomed to Marty's hugs. After Marty watched Doc head off to bed, he then sat down on the couch - staring at the TV, but not really watching.
'Hey, Marty,' Jennifer asked, softly, as he tenderly touched Marty's shoulder, 'are you okay?'
'No, no, I'm not all right,' Marty choked out, as he began to cry. 'Oh, Jennifer, what do I do? What do I do? He refuses to listen to me. It's like he doesn't even want to be saved. Oh, Jennifer, I can't stand to lose him.' Marty then threw his arms around Jennifer, and he sobbed on her shoulder.
Jennifer then began to rub Marty's back, as he tried to comfort his friend. 'Hey, Marty, have you ever thought of writing him a letter?'
'What if he doesn't read it?' Marty sobbed. 'What if he, he tears it up? He won't listen to me, Jennifer. I tried telling him all week, but he won't listen.'
'Oh, Marty, I'm so sorry,' Jennifer said, softly. 'Why don't you lie down on the couch, and try to relax? We'll think of something, Marty. I promise.'
Jennifer then gently laid Marty onto the couch, while Marty buried his face into the end cushion and wept brokenly. Jennifer gently put a blanket over Marty. She then turn off the TV and the lights, as she went to gently rest her hand on Marty's back. After about an hour, Marty finally cried himself to sleep. Jennifer gently wiped the tears away from Marty right cheek, then she leaned over to kiss it.
Jennifer then went to the kitchen to write Doc a letter. She wrote: 'Dear Dr. Brown, On the night that we go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friends, Marty and Jennifer.' Jennifer then stuck the letter into an envelope, and she wrote 'Doc' on it. Jennifer then decided to head to bed herself.
oooooooooo
Later on, that evening, Marty and Jennifer were with Doc at the Courthouse Square, as Doc was connecting the cables for the experiment. He had the radio on.
'This Saturday night, mostly clear,' the radio announcer was saying, 'with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper forties.'
'Are you sure about this storm?' Doc asked, doubtfully.
'Since when could the weatherman predict the weather,' responded Marty, 'let alone the future?'
'You know, kids,' Doc continued, 'I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've really made a difference in my life. You've given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I'm gonna be around to see 1985, that I'm gonna succeed in this. That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time. It's going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.'
Marty was blinking back tears, as he said, 'I'm really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future...'
'No!' Doc protested. 'Marty, we've already agreed that having information about the future could be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically. Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time.'
Marty stared at Jennifer, helplessly, as he blinked back tears.
'Hey, Doc,' Jennifer put in, helpfully, 'don't you see how distressed my boyfriend is? Why are you being so stubborn?'
'I'm sorry, Jennifer,' Doc said, regretfully, 'but we cannot risk damaging the space-time continuum.'
Marty turned his head away, and began to weep silently.
'Hey, Marty, can you hand me the wire, please?' asked Doc.
Marty silently handed the wire to Doc, as he kept his head away. Concerned, Doc gently turned Marty's head towards him - and he could see that Marty was crying.
'Okay, Marty, I'm sorry,' Doc said, softly. 'Apparently, what happens to me in the future must be so terrible, if you're crying. Go ahead, tell me.'
Marty then flung his arms around Doc, and he sobbed. 'You're going to get shot, Doc - by terrorists. Shortly before I travel back in time - at around 1:30 in the morning. Oh, Doc, I don't want you to die! I don't want you to die! You've been my friend for so long, I can't stand to lose you.'
'I'm sorry, Marty,' Doc whispered, as he rubbed Marty's back. 'I didn't realize it was that serious.'
Just then, one of the cops stepped up to Doc, and he asked, 'Evening, Dr. Brown, what's with the wire?'
'Oh, just a little weather experiment,' Doc explained, as he gave a weeping Marty a gentle squeeze.
'What you got under here?' the cop asked, as he tried to peak under the cover.
'Oh no, don't touch that,' protested Doc, 'That's some new specialized weather sensing equipment.'
'You got a permit for that?' asked the cop.
'Of course I do! Just a second, see if I can find it here. Ah-ha,' said Doc, as he pulled out some money, and handed it to the cop.
'You aren't going to set anything on fire this time, are ya, Doc?' the cop asked, worriedly.
'Nah,' replied Doc, as the cop headed back to his car. Doc then turned back to Marty, and he asked, 'You feeling better, now, kid?'
'Yeah, I guess,' Marty said, sniffing a bit. He then wiped his face, and continued, 'This has been troubling me all week, you know?'
'Well then, kid,' said Doc, 'you better pick up your mom and get going.'
'Yeah, right,' replied Marty, a bit nervously.
'You look a little pale,' Doc said, concerned. 'Are you okay?'
'Yeah, I don't know, Doc,' Marty said, blushing. 'I mean it's just this whole thing with my mother.'
'What? What? What?' Doc asked, confused. 'What? What?'
'I just don't know if I can go through with it,' Marty said, guietly, 'hitting on her.'
'Nobody said anything about hitting her,' protested Doc. 'You're just going to take a few liberties with her.'
'See that's what I mean,' insisted Doc. 'I can't belive I'm actually going to feel up my own mother. You know this is the kind of thing that could screw me up permanently. What if I go back to the future, and I end up bein... gay?'
'Why shouldn't you be happy?' Doc asked, confused.
Oops! Marty thought, blushing. 'I gotta go pick up my mother,' Marty said, quietly. 'Listen, if things don't work out at the dance tonight and my parents don't get back together, when do you think I'll start to fade out?'
'Beats the shit out of me,' was all Doc said.
