Chapter 3 – Convince Me, Please
1640 Riverside Drive – Doc's place. My legs were barely able to move by the time I could even reach his doorsteps; I was too exhausted to even be able to lift my foot up the doorstep. By this time, all of my clothes were soaking wet, but I was so close. I rang the doorbell.
I could see the shadow of someone's legs behind the door, and suddenly, the door opened. It was, of course, the Doc. His face, however, was speechless. As soon as his sight met my face, he screamed! He fell on the ground, his face pale.
"You... You... You can't be here! I just sent you back!"
"No, Doc, it's a long story. Ya see, when we ventured into 2015, Biff-"
"No! Stop telling me! It could change the timeline! You can't be Marty anyway!"
I was getting tired; but he's not nearly convinced. "But I am – look, lemme tell the story."
He rose up again, getting the chair nearby and relaxing on it, hunchbacked. "Look, whoever you are. Marty. I just sent you back; you can't be here."
"Then lemme tell the story, Doc. Please..."
"No... Just... Just go somewhere else. Look, here's 50 bucks, go rent a hotel. Leave me alone."
He wasn't getting it. Einstein, just then, crawled up on my leg. "Look, Doc. I've been lookin' all over just to try and find you – I can barely move."
Doc saw Einstein jumping on me. "Hmm... I guess I can let you stay here. But don't think of it too much."
"Well, you're the Doc, Doc."
This didn't get far – but at least I got some sense into him. I was yet to tell him that we had no DeLorean to travel with; neither was I able to tell him about what happened just the day before.
