6:00 AM PST
'Marty! Jennifer! Clara!!' Doc called out. 'It's time to wake up!'
'What time is it, Doc?' asked Marty, still half-sleep.
'It's 6:00. We only have two hours before we have to catch the train,' replied Doc.
'How much stuff are we taking back with us?' asked Marty. 'The DeLorean isn't big enough to carry everything.'
'Well, I just have to get rid of all the time travel evidence,' explained Doc. 'The rest of the stuff, though, we'll just have to leave here.'
'Say, Doc,' suggested Marty. 'After we go back to the future, and fix the fuel line, we could come back and get some of Clara's stuff.'
'Uh, no, that's okay,' said Clara.' You people have already told me everything about the space-time continuum, time paradoxes, and all that. I don't mind.'
'I was planning on destroying the time machine, when we returned to 1985,' replied Doc. 'However, I'm now starting to reconsider. I mean, we could maybe make occassional visits back here to this time - but we'll have to be careful to interact with as few people as possible.'
'So what should we do for breakfast?' asked Marty.
'I think we should wait until we return to 1985 before eating anything,' replied Doc.
'Okay, sure, I guess, Doc,' stammered Marty. 'I guess I'm not that hungry right now, anyway. I mean, I'm not using to getting up this early. Say, Doc, when do we plan to return to 1985. I mean, what day and time in 1985?'
'I think we should return at 9:00 PM on October 26,' pondered Doc. 'I mean, we really shouldn't be time travelling when it's broad daylight out. The reason why we have to leave this morning, is because we really have no other choice. It was, however, wrong of me to come to your house in broad daylight - just the morning after you had returned from 1955. Perhaps, Biff saw us in the DeLorean - and that we were flying - and that may have been part of what had eventually led Biff of 2015 to suspect that we were time travellers. I guess I just got too excited with trying to fix the future.'
'Oh, yeah, about the future - I've been meaning to ask,' Marty said, 'why do you find it so important to change my future? I mean, you seemed so desparate.'
'Marty,' answered Doc, 'I must admit, it was poor judgement on my part. I guess I should just tell you what happened to your life in the future. When I said that you and Jennifer both turned out fine - well, that wasn't exactly true.'
'Woah, wait a minute, Doc!' interjected Marty. 'What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? Do we become assholes, afterall?'
'Marty, I might as well save you from a devastating future,' explained Doc, 'so I'll just tell you straight out. On the day after we return to the future, some guy called Needles is going to challenge you in a drag race. Whatever he says, whatever happens - say no, you're not interested.'
'Needles?' Clara asked, confused. 'Is he a decendent of Billy Needles.'
'I think he is,' Marty replied. 'There is certainly a resemblance. At least he would never kill anyone, though.' Then, turning to Doc, Marty asked, 'Why didn't you tell us this before?'
'Actually, I was going to tell you as soon as we returned to 1985,' replied Doc, 'but then we had this whole deal with the almanac, and with you and me being stranded in 1885.'
'Well, thanks for telling me, Doc,' said Marty, as he threw his arms around Doc.
'You two are certainly very affectionate,' remarked Clara. 'Are you two related in any way?'
'Naa, we're just best friends,' explained Doc. 'I first met him when he was seven, and he has immediately taking a liking to me. He has looked up to me as being sort of like an uncle. So, yeah, he has always been affectionate.'
'He's such a sweet young man,' commented Clara. 'I can see why you like him so much. Well, anyway, I didn't bring any possessions with me.'
'Once we go back to 1985,' Jennifer explained to Clara, 'we'll have to buy you some new clothes, so that you can blend in with the other ladies of the time period.'
'Sure, I guess that's fine,' said Clara, shrugging. 'Clothes are just clothes, anyway.'
Marty and Jennifer then started laughing.
'What do you find so amusing?' Clara asked, confused.
'Not too many females of our era would share your sentiments,' explained Jennifer. 'Many females, especially those of the teenage variety, care a lot of their clothes - and shopping for clothes is actually their idea of fun. I seem to be one of the very few teen girls who don't care much for shopping.'
'We'd better start heading over to the train, now,' Doc told Marty and Clara.
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'Okay, Jennifer and Clara,' said Doc, 'the two of you step into the DeLorean, and Marty and I will take care of the work.'
'Got it, Doc,' replied Jennifer, as she and Clara headed to the DeLorean.
'C'mon, let's go!' Doc urged, turning to Marty. 'Masks on.'
They then pulled their bandannas over their mouths, as they went into the cab of the locomotive. Doc was holding a gun, to Marty's surprise.
'Reach!' Doc ordered the engineers.
The engineers had put their hands up.
'Is this a holdup?' asked one of the engineers, scared.
Marty looked at Doc.
'It's a science experiment!' explained Doc. 'Stop the train before you hit the switch track up ahead.'
The train then stopped. Marty jumped out and changed the points.
'Doc!' called out Marty.
Doc pointed his gun at the engineers, and ordered, 'Uncouple the cars from the tender.'
The engineers did so, and then Doc started the train. Marty jumped on as it passed him. Doc pulled the whistle on the train.
'I've wanted to do that my whole life!' proclaimed Doc.
Marty laughed. After a few minutes, the train stopped just before it would hit the DeLorean. Marty and Doc then grabbed the coloured logs and put them into the fire.
'What are these things, anyway?' asked Marty. I've never seen anything like that before, Marty thought, amazed.
'My own version of Presto Logs,' Doc explained. 'Compressed wood with anthracite dust chemically treated to make the fire burn hotter and longer. I use them in my forge. These three will light the fire sequentially, make the fire burn hotter, kick up the boiler pressure and make the train go faster.'
Marty then went to join the girls in the DeLorean. Doc was still in the train. Doc blew the whistle, and the train started to move. It bumped into the DeLorean, which also started to move. Marty and Doc spoke to each other through walkie-talkies.
'Ready to roll!' Marty called out.
'Marty, are the time circuits on?' asked Doc.
'Check, Doc,' replied Marty.
'Input the destination time - October 26, 1985, 9PM,' called out Doc.
Marty did so, and then checked the speed. 'We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour, Doc,' called out Marty.
'I'm throwing in the Presto Logs,' announced Doc - as, one by one, he threw them in. 'Marty, the new gauge will show the boiler temperature. The colour coding indicates when each log will fire. Green, yellow, and red. Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully we'll get up to 88 miles per hour before the needle hits two thousand.'
'Right, what happens what it hits two thousand?' asked Marty, worriedly.
'The whole motor will explode,' replied Doc.
'Perfect,' muttered Marty. Why does time travel have to be so dangerous? Marty wondered, scared. Then, after looking at the speedometer, Marty called out, 'Hey, Doc, we just hit 35!'
'Okay, Marty and Clara, I'm coming aboard!' announced Doc.
Doc then climbed over the front of the train.
'Come on, come on,' called out Marty. Then, in a panic, Marty screamed, 'You better hold on to something, Doc! The yellow log's about to blow!'
After recovering from the explosion, Doc had finally managed to step into the driver's seat of the DeLorean.
'Marty, Jennifer, Clara, brace yourselves for temporal displacement,' said Doc.
After about two minutes, the speed had finally reached 88 miles per hour - and the DeLorean headed into the future.