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Marty, Jennifer, and Doc were sitting on top of the DeLorean - as it was being pulled by horses. Doc had a whip in his hand. Marty was reading the speed off of Doc's digital speedometer.
'24!' announced Marty, as he read off the speedometer.
'It's no use, Marty and Jennifer!' Doc said, dejectedly. 'Even the fastest horse in the world can't run more than 35 or 40 miles an hour.'
'So are we stuck here forever, Doc?' asked Marty, as he was on the verge of tears.
'Yeah,' agreed Jennifer, 'I already miss being able to listen to rock and roll.'
'I miss being able to play rock and roll,' Marty added, nodding.
'Try not to fret, you two,' Doc said, softly. 'We'll think of a way to return to our time.'
'Well, you're the doc, Doc,' Marty said, trying to feel a little more optimistic.
oooooooooo
Doc was pouring some liquid into the DeLorean, as Marty and Jennifer were sitting inside it.
'Bartender says that's the strongest stuff they got,' Doc said, about the liquid. 'Try it, Marty.'
Marty tried to start the car, but it stalled. There was a strange noise coming from the back of the car.
'Need more gas...' Doc was saying.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom, as the fuel injection manifold broke off the back of the DeLorean.
'Damn!' groaned Doc. 'It blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff all right. It'll take me a month to rebuild it.'
'A month?' Marty asked, horrified. 'No offence, but I hate living in this era. There's nothing to do!'
'Yeah,' agreed Jennifer, nodding. 'This is not the lifestyle that I'm used to.'
'I know, I know, I know!' Doc mumbled, as he moved towards the window. 'I wish... Wait, I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill... No, we'd never find a smooth enough surface. Unless... Of course... Ice! We can wait until winter when the lake freezes over...'
'Winter! Doc!' Marty cried out, horrified. 'We don't belong here, Doc! This is a boring era!'
'Wait,' insisted Doc. 'Let's just think this thing through logically. We know it can't run on its own power, and we know we can't pull it. But, if we can figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles per hour... huh?'
Just then, there was the sound of a train whistle. Doc glanced outside, and he saw the steam train pulling into the station..
'That's it!' exclaimed Doc.
Marty and Jennifer jumped up, and they high-fived each other.
oooooooooo
Later on that day, Doc and the teens were talking to the train engineer.
'How fast she can go?' The engine said, as he repeated Doc's question. 'Why, I've powered her up to 55 myself. I hear that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up to near 70 out past Verde Junction.'
'Is it possible to get it up to 90?' asked Marty.
The engineer laughed, and replied, '90? Tarnations, son, why'd ya ever be in such a hurry?'
'Well, it's just a little bet that he and I have,' Doc explained. 'That's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done?'
'Well, I suppose if you had a straight stretch of track with a long level grade,' explained the engineer, 'and you weren't hauling no cars behind you - and if you could get the fire hot enough, I mean hotter than the blazes of hell and tarnations - well, yes, you might be able get her up that fast.'
'When's the next train coming through here?' asked Doc.
'Monday morning at eight o'clock,' replied the engineer.
oooooooooo
Doc, Marty, and Jennifer were looking at a map of Hill Valley. As Doc was describing the places, he showed Marty and Jennifer on the map.
'Here,' said Doc, 'This spur runs off the main line three miles down to Clayton Ravine. There's a long stretch of track that will still exist in 1985. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine Shonash Ravine. Must be an old Indian name for it. It's perfect. Nice long run that goes clear across the bridge over the ravine, you know, over near that Hilldale housing development.'
'Right, Doc, but according to this map...' Marty said, worriedly, 'there is no bridge. Well, Doc, we can scratch that idea. I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished.'
'Marty...' Doc interjected. 'It's perfect! You're just not thinking fourth dimensionally!'
'Right, right,' Marty said, blushing. 'I have a real problem with that.'
'Don't you see?' Doc continued. 'The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long as we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. We'll have track under us, and coast safely across the ravine!'
'What about the locomotive?' Marty asked, worriedly.
Doc grinned, and said, 'It'll be a spectacular wreck. Too bad no one will be around to see it.'
Just then, a feminine voice interrupted them. 'Argh! Help me!'
Doc turned to where the sound was. He saw a girl in the distance struggling against the rapid current of Rusty River.
'Great Scott!' exclaimed Doc. Then, to the horses, Doc called out, 'Git!'
'Hiyah!' Marty and Jennifer said to their horses.
As Doc caught up to the girl, he reached into the river to grab her hands, and he pulled her out, Doc's then drew the girl close to her and hugged her. The girl then began to cry.
'Everything will be all right,' Doc said, soothing. 'You're safe, now.'
'I was so... so scared,' sobbed the girl. 'The current was so fast, and I was afraid I would drown.'
'Just calm down, dear,' Doc said, comfortingly. 'I know you've had a bit of a fright, but you'll be fine.'
'Thank you, sir,' sniffed the girl, as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
Doc stared back at the girl, and his eyes grew wide. This girl looked exactly like Jennifer Parker! This girl must either be an ancestor or a distant relative.
'Emmett Brown, at your service, Miss...' Doc started to say.
'Um, um, Parker,' the woman stammered. 'Clara Parker.'
'Clara,' Doc breathed. Then, after a pause, he added, 'What a beautiful name.'
Just then, Jennifer stared at Clara, and she gasped, 'You look just like me!' Then Jennifer and Clara both fainted.
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc. 'We'll have to take them back to the saloon with us, and see if the bartender has anything to wake them up.'
Doc and Marty then lifted the girls onto their horses, as they rode off to the saloon.