Dr. Emment Brown barely managed to contain the groan between his pursed lips, his wide-eyes fixed on the present time display as the DeLorean completed its temporal journey. The red letters may as well have had an alarm bell next to the date.
He swallowed the lump in his throat, finally registering the rain storm. So much for the weather service, but of course that was out of commission...like everything else.
"Okay, Doc, what's the - plan?" Marty's voice trailed off. Doc had the same panicked look as when he'd seen Marty return to 1955. "Doc, we are in the future, right?"
"Yes, Marty, we made it to the future." Doc slowly flew the car down the skyway ramp, the empty skyway ramp.
Come to think of it...there were almost no cars..anywhere. "Then what's the problem? Where is everyone? Einstein, down boy." But Doc had already switched off the time circuits.
"Doc? When are we?"
"There's been a slight mis-calibration in the time circuits."
"Doc, if we're not in 2016, then when are we?"
"It's 8 am, Thursday March 18, 2020...and we need to get into Quarantine."
"Quarantine?"