November 6, 1967
6:00 PM PST

"Mommy! Mommy!" some children could be heard shouting, as Marty followed Lorraine into the front door. As soon as Lorraine opened the door, Marty noticed a four-year-old boy and a one-year-old girl. He recognized them as Dave and Linda. Dave was wearing a t-shirt that read "War is not the Answer."

"Mommy, Linda was bad!" Dave insisted. "She spilled Grandma's juice!"

"Don't be a tattle-tale, David," Lorraine scolded, gently.

"Mommy, he hit me!" Linda wailed, as she clutched her Raggedy Ann doll.

"Because you were bad!" protested Dave.

"Quiet," commanded Lorraine. "Both of you. This is Marty." Then turning to Marty, she said, "These are my children, David and Linda."

"Charmed," said Marty. The kids could care less but Marty was fascinated.

"Mommy, when's Daddy coming back?" asked Dave, with tears in his eyes.

"He has to work late tonight," replied Lorraine. "He won't be home until after you go to bed tonight. He'll be home all day, though. I promise." Then, to Marty, she said, "My husband works at Hill Valley University as an English teacher. He's a writer, and he's hoping to get a novel published someday. Anyway, I apologize for my children's behavior. These two can be quite a handful." Turning to Dave, she shouted, "David! Stop hitting your sister! Sit down, Marty! I'll let my mother know you're here."

"Quit picking on me!" wailed Linda, as tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Pick! Pick! Pick!" Dave said, as he began to pick at Linda's cheek. Marty grabs little Dave and picks him up.

"Hey, kid," Marty said, "you know what happens to kids who pick on littler kids? The Brat Police come, put 'em in jail - and then they kill them and feed them to wolves. That's why I'm here. I'm in the Brat Police and I heard you've been bad. So if you don't behave, I'm taking you away tonight."

Dave looked very terrified, while Linda turned to smirk at her brother. Marty then set Dave to the ground.

"And remember," Marty added, "never pick on anybody who's smaller than you. And that goes double when they're named Marty." Then, to himself, Marty added, "If only they remember..."

oooooooooo

About a half an hour later, Marty walked into the dining room of the Baines' house. He felt a sense of déjà vu, as the dining room setting reminded him of when he had dinner with them back in 1955. The only big difference was that the TV was no longer in the dining room. Sam and Stella are now in their fifties.

"This is my father, Mr. Baines," Lorraine was telling Marty. "That's Sally, Toby, Ellen..."

"We've never had dinner with a freak before," piped Ellen. A thirteen-year-old blond-haired boy wearing an orange shirt seats himself at the table.

"And that's Joey," concluded Lorraine. "Our other brother, Milton, is at Stanford Medical school." Stella enters with a platter of meatloaf.

"I hope you like meatloaf, Marty," said Stella. The Baines family always seems to have meatloaf for dinner. It didn't help that they were originally from the Midwest. Joey poured himself a glass of water and only helped himself to the bread.

"Are you sure you don't want any meatloaf?" asked Stella. Joey shook his head, and continued eating his bread.

"Where are you going, young lady?" asked Sam, as Sally got up from the table.

"To see To Sir With Love with Jeanne and Mary Ann," replied Sally. "G'night, everybody." She smiled and winked at Marty, which made him uncomfortable.

"So, tell me, Marty," said Stella. "Are you one of those Haight-Ashbury people?"

"Uh, hate Ashbury?" asked Marty, confused. "I don't even know the guy." Then remembering that it was the '60s, he said, "Oh, I mean, like the hate thing is not my trip. Love is what it's all about. Peace and love." Marty flashes a rather unconvincing peace sign at everybody.

"Wow. Hippie talk is so groovy!" Ellen said, impressed.

"It's kids like you who are ruining this country," groused Sam. "Resisting the draft. Protesting the war. Do your parents approve of what you're doing?"

"Yeah," said Marty. "Especially my mother."

"If it was up to me," Sam growled, "I'd send all you hippies off to Vietnam. That'd make men out of you."

"Dad, would you stop it?" Lorraine pleaded. "What if Toby has to go there?"

"I'd kick some commie butt," replied Toby.

"You'll do no such thing," said Stella. "You're going to college."

"With his grades?" said Sam. "Besides, Toby won't have to go. Westmoreland says the war'll be over by January." Marty knew the war won't be over by then, and he figured that Sam didn't want Toby to go either. Toby actually did serve in the Vietnam War, and he got shot and killed while over in Vietnam.

"Mommy," said Dave. "Do I have to eat my carrots?"

"Yes," said Lorraine. "You have to eat your carrots."

"But I don't like carrots!" protested Dave.

"Eat them anyway," said Lorraine.

"No!" Dave shouted.

"David," said Marty, sternly. "Eat your carrots. Now!" The little boy looks at Marty with fear, and started eating his carrots like his life depended on it. Little Linda takes the hint and starts eating hers, too. Lorraine is very impressed.

"Ellen," said Sam. "Don't eat so fast!"

"I have to, Daddy," said Ellen. "'Lost in Space' comes on in five minutes."

"We do not run our lives by television in this household," said Sam.

What a hypocrite!, thought Marty.

"Since you don't live around here," said Lorraine. "You're welcome to stay with me and the kids."

"NO!" shouted Dave and Linda in unison.

"Uh, I have to go get some air," said Marty. He runs out to the front door.

"Don't hurry back," shouted Sam.

oooooooooooooooooo

Marty is on the front porch and he sees Doc Brown come up to him. And Doc was on a motorcycle. Doc looked like a combination of an Indian guru, a rock star, and a scientist.

"Hey Doc! How did you find me?" exclaimed Marty. Doc pulls the local newspaper from his back pocket. The front page included a story headlined, "Mystery Draft Resister Apprehended."

"At the police station they told me Lorraine paid your bail," explained Doc. "I went to her house, but a neighbor said she'd be at her parents. They can't do this to you. You're a minor."

"I tried telling them," said Marty. "But I didn't have proof. There's a problem with the time machine. The circuits are fried."

"Tell me where you have it hidden," said Doc. "And I'll get it over to my lab."

"It's over at Hill Valley Park behind some trees," said Marty.

"Groovy!" said Doc, who sped away on his motorcycle.