2:30 PM PST
Marty McFly was over at the home of Dr. Emmett Brown and his wife, Clara - while he was babysitting their two children, Jules and Verne. The boys were busy playing Super Mario Brothers on their Nintendo Entertainment System, while Marty was eating popcorn and listening to KKHV on the stereo.
Within the past few days, Marty was curious to learn more about Doc's life, back when he was seventeen. He had asked his girlfriend, Jennifer Parker, to take over watching the kids for awhile, so that Marty could go back to 1938. Marty did feel a little guilty about using the time machine without consulting his friend, first. Still, he was worried that Doc would say 'no' to him. He really had no plans to alter history, though. He just wanted to visit his friend for maybe a day or so.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Marty went to answer it, and he saw that it was Jennifer.
'Hello, Jennifer,' greeted Marty. 'It's so nice to see you.'
'Hey, Marty, are you sure it's such a good idea?' asked Jennifer, as the two of them walked into the kitchen. 'I mean, shouldn't you ask Doc to use the time machine? You know how strongly he feels about preserving the space-time continuum, and all that.'
'I guess I'm worried he might say 'no' to me,' Marty replied, blushing a bit. 'It's just that I really would like to see Doc, back when he was my age. I mean, I wonder what high school was like for him. Besides, I could use a little break, after the torture Douglas Needles put me through the other day.'
'Yeah, I guess I see your point, Marty,' Jennifer said, nodding. 'I do wonder why Needles feels the need to pick on you so much. I mean, you haven't given in to any of his chicken dares, since you returned from 1885 last October.'
'Actually, that may be why,' Marty said, quietly. 'I mean, my ancestor, Seamus, had taught me a very valuable lesson about not needing to prove myself to others. Then, of course, there was last month - where we went back to 1880 to prevent Seamus' brother, Martin, from being stabbed with a bowie knife. I guess I have some kind of connection with Seamus, besides being a descendant of his. It's almost like he's my guardian angel, or something.'
'Yeah, and you know what the irony of that is?' asked Jennifer, laughing. 'When we went back in time, we said that we were the guardian angels of Martin and Juniper. It's amazing how our family had crossed paths in the past.'
'Yeah,' agreed Marty, 'and it is a little uncanny. Anyway, I guess my not giving in to his chicken dares have peeved him off a bit. I really hope he eventually leaves me alone. I wonder what his issue is, anyway.'
'He's maybe just jealous of you,' suggested Jennifer, softly. 'He's maybe just jealous that he's not as cute as you are. People who bully others are usually themselves insecure. Have you noticed how bullies are always surrounded by their lackeys? If anyone is a coward, it's the bullies themselves - because they never bully people one-on-one. Know what I mean?'
'Yeah, Jennifer,' replied Marty, nodding. 'I see what you mean. I mean, I have noticed the same back in 1955 with Biff Tannen and his gang - and even back in 1885, with Buford Tannen and his gang. You make a good point, Jennifer.'
'So what was it like being in 1885, anyway?' asked Jennifer.
'Let's just say that I find that era to be somewhat boring,' replied Marty. 'I guess it's because I'm so used to the modern conveniences of the present, that I feel lost - when I have to go without. I mean, even things like indoor plumbing were non-existent back then. It's not until you go back in time, that you realize how much of the modern conveniences you take for granted. I mean, even back in 1955, I realized how much I missed about the present. Like rock and roll music was still a very new concept back then, and there was none of the loud music that we have today. I remembered how I posed as Darth Vadar from Planet Vulcan to my father, to get him to ask Lorraine out to the dance. I really scared the shit out of him when I blasted some Van Halen music into his ears.'
'Yeah, I suppose people who are not used to hard rock,' Jennifer said, nodding, 'may be a little frightened by the style. We may have a tough time imagining life without hard rock - but people who are not used to it would definitely be turned off by it.'
'Well, let's take Clara, for instance,' explained Marty. 'When she first came to the present, she was turned off by a lot of our technology and such. Of course, nowadays, we do have problems with pollution - so that would definitely be a turn off for people from the past. I guess we tend to not value nature as much, nowadays, as we really should. Of course, technology and nature can harmoniously co-exist together.'
'Well, yeah, of course they can,' Jennifer said, softly. 'I still remember when I was in your future home in 2015, I was a bit turned off by how much technology we had. It's almost like our future selves owned the scene screen to make up for how much technology we've been over-run by. Whatever you do, Marty, let's see to it that we do not move to Hilldale in the future. Believe me, Marty, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Also, let's see to it that we do not get married in the Chapel o' Love.'
'Sounds like a deal with me,' Marty agreed, smiling. 'I hope that our band does get discovered in the future. I don't expect our band to become the next Beatles or anything. Even if we just became a one hit wonder band, that would at least be something. Of course, I do still plan to attent college next year - as I might need a back-up job, in case we don't ever get discovered.'
'Now that is smart thinking, Marty,' Jennifer said, admiringly. 'I know a lot of teenagers who hope to become rock stars never get discovered, so we do definitely have to be realistic. Granted, I think it is a shame that so much great talent goes undiscovered, but I guess there are limits to how many bands a record label can sign. I mean, I don't really know how the record industry works - but it's probably not as simple as it seems to us.'
'Yeah, and think of all the Canadian bands that never make it on this side of the border,' added Marty. 'It's such a shame, really, as Canada does have a lot of talented bands. Like Harlequin, for instance - I bet hardly anybody else at our school besides us know who they are.'
'Yeah, I see what you're saying, Marty,' Jennifer said, gently. 'I'm sure Australia has a lot of great talent, too, that never made it into this country.'
'Well, anyway, Jennifer,' said Marty, 'I should get going now. I plan to return in five minutes, so you'll barely miss me. On my end, though, I'll probably be gone for a day or two. So, Jennifer, I really do love you.'
'I love you, too, Marty,' replied Jennifer, as she embraced Marty.
Marty had returned Jennifer's hug, then he went out to the lab to step into Doc's DeLorean, and head back to 1938.