Author's Note: This story details the Doc's feeling of the last time he sees Marty, until the events of The Great Escape.

August 27, 1973
9:30 AM PDT

Dr. Emmett Brown felt considerably nervous, as he stepped into the airport. He really had to see his young friend, Marty McFly, one more time - before the young boy took off for Switzerland. At least, with Marty being overseas, he would quite be out of the clutches of Biff Tannen, his new stepfather. Still, he felt so bad for his young friend.

The scientist really swallowed, as he finally caught sight of Marty - along with his older siblings, Dave and Linda. None of the children seemed to be happy. He rather couldn't blame them. After all, Biff never even made any pretenses of loving his stepchildren.

"Dr. Brown! Dr. Brown!" squealed Marty, as he threw his arms around the scientist. It really seemed strange to think of just how the little boy was, in fact, the same person as the mysterious teenager who showed up on his doorstep - back in the year 1955.

"Hello, Marty," replied the scientist, as he hugged the small boy back. In a way, it felt so strange to have Marty addressing him as "Dr. Brown" - as opposed to "Doc", which was how the teenage Marty had addressed him. Nonetheless, he could just see some of the traits of the teenage Marty in the small boy. "So, Marty, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling a little scared," replied Marty, quietly. "Biff hasn't been all too nice to us. I wish he never married Mom. I also refuse to call him 'Dad', as Mom says we should. At least, Becky seems to be pretty nice. I'm actually going to miss her, as well as Mom."

"Dr. Brown?" asked Becky Collins, as she looked up. While she was one of Biff's maids, she did not appear to be so bad at heart. She did tend to be defensive of the tycoon, though. "I, uh... Well, I thought Biff told you to stay away from the McFly children."

"He did," Doc replied, nervously - just as he took a seat. "Listen, Becky, you were one of the last pupils that I taught. I know how you... Well, I just wanted to see the kids - before they took off. Well, I understand how you really feel that Biff is... Please don't tell him that you saw me here, okay? This might be my very last time of seeing them."

"I won't tell Biff," Becky promised, softly. "Listen, Dr. Brown, I do understand that Biff does come off seeming... Well, quite harsh. Still, he's rather under a lot of stress. If it wasn't for him... Well, he was the one to help rescue me from my father - and I do..."

As tears filled Becky's eyes, Doc's heart quite went out to the young girl. For the past four years, her father had been very abusive to her. It was quite a shame, however, that Biff had actually opted to prey on poor Becky - in a time of emotional weakness.

"You see, my dad used to be a member of CAB," added Becky - simply referring to the Coalition Against Biffco. "My parents were both rather scared of Biff - and I sure used to be, as well. However, he helped me escape from my dad. I simply can't understand why he... Up until I was thirteen years old, he used to be rather loving towards me."

"Biff doesn't quite like any of us," insisted Marty, as he hopped on Doc's lap. "He even told me that he rather hated me. I didn't even know what the word 'hate' meant, but when I asked Mom what it meant... I really believe Biff was the one to kill Daddy!"

"Don't be silly, Marty," chided Becky, firmly. In a softer voice, she added, "Look, I can understand that Biff has been a little... gruff... with you. He sure tends to get angry, a lot. Still, he cares about you. After all, he obviously cares about your education."

"Education shmeducation!" groused Dave. "Biff just wants to get rid of us. There is no way that I'm gonna accept this interloper as my father. Perhaps, Marty quite tends to let his imagination run wild - but I sure do despise Biff! The fact that he rather insisted on marrying Mom on the same day that he married Dad is just completely despicable!"

"He really took away Katie, too," added Linda, referring to her favourite rag doll, "and just threw her right in the fireplace." Beginning to cry, she added. "I had Katie for five years, and I... Oh, why did Daddy have to be murdered? I sure miss Daddy, terribly."

"Well, Linda, you sure are getting a little too old for dolls," pointed out Becky. As Linda continued crying, she added, "I don't quite agree with what he did, Linda. Still, he was just... Well, I'm sure he just felt that it was time for you to grow up, so he decided..."

Doc swallowed, as he felt very bad for all three of the McFly children. He didn't agree that Linda was too old for dolls - but, even if she was, it sure was inexcusable for Biff to just burn something that was meaningful for her. Still, he just felt too afraid to say anything - lest Becky would backtrack on her promise to not tell Biff about Doc's visit.

"He was a complete jerk!" growled Dave. "Y'know, back when Dad was alive, I used to really make fun of Linda for playing with dolls. I now regret it, though. If anyone quite tries to harm Linda or Marty... Well, they're actually going to have to answer to me!"

"It's good that you're so caring, Dave," Becky replied, softly. "I don't think Biff wishes to harm any of you, though. A part of why he married your mom, in fact, was so that you children wouldn't have to go into poverty. I imagine that wouldn't be much fun."

Doc sighed, as he wished he could say something. He knew that financial security was the one factor that Biff had used, in order to really lure Lorraine into marrying him. He simply didn't trust Biff's motives, though - especially as he was aware of how Biff used to bully poor George McFly. One day, he would finally find a way to stop the tycoon.

"Are you really feeling okay, Dr. Brown?" Becky asked, concerned. "The thing is, I feel very bad about George's murder. Sure, he might've been against Biff - but it seems as if he loved the kids, and the kids obviously do miss him. If they'd give Biff a chance..."

"Give Biff a chance?" snorted Dave. "Never! He's really not at all like our real dad. Our real dad loved us, and he rarely ever raised his voice. He never destroyed things that we cared about, and he really... What about your dad? Is he anything like Biff?"

"My dad hasn't loved me," Becky replied, sadly, "since a little after I turned thirteen. I was hoping that it was just a phase, but... I am seventeen, now - and it really breaks my heart to think of how he became such a... At least, Biff was rather compassionate towards me. Dad even drove my sweet mom to suicide, and blamed me for it."

"Biff just sounds a lot like your daddy, then," insisted Marty. "Well, except for the fact that Biff never loved us." Tears fill his eyes, as he added, "I mean, I simply never did anything to him. The other day, I asked him for a hug - and he just slapped me."

"Just give Biff a little time," suggested Becky, softly. "I'm quite sure that, within time, he'll feel more comfortable with hugging. It was a few months for me, in fact - before Biff decided to hug me. It's only been one week, now - since he married your mom."

"Why don't you just give me a hug, Marty?" suggested Doc, softly. As Marty ran up to him, he added, "I'm really going to miss you. I really hope that, one day, you and I will be able to... Remember what your father always told you. If you simply put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. Remember, you are a rather special young boy."

"Doc is quite right, Marty," agreed Becky, as she also hugged Biff. "I understand how it seems as if Biff doesn't care much for you. Within time, though, I'm sure he'll rather come to realize how precious you are. I'll tell him how you feel, when I get home."

Doc sighed, as he glanced into Becky's green eyes. Perhaps, within time, Becky would finally see Biff's true colours. If only he could quite find a way to break to her the fact that, while her father had treated her horribly, Biff wasn't exactly a better person.

"I really miss my mom, too," Becky commented, wistfully. "She was always quite loving and... Sometimes, I feel very angry with her... for taking her own life. I really needed her, y'know. Still, my dad was so brutal with her. I used to just lie awake at night, and I'd hear him degrading her... Then I'd hear her scream, as Dad would beat her up."

"I simply don't blame you for being so distressed," Doc replied, gently. "In fact, I once ran into your mother - and she had all kinds of bruises. I really was dismayed, too - as your father used to be as gentle as a lamb. He was rather protective of his brother."

"Oh, yeah, Uncle Lester," Becky replies, softly. "In fact, I believe he was good friends with George McFly. He insisted that Biff had picked on them. I'm sure that it was really a misunderstanding, though." To the children, she added, "I do think it's about time."

Doc just glanced at Marty, as he was uncertain of what to say. He gazed into Marty's slate-blue eyes, and realized that they were the same eyes as that of the mysterious visitor of 1955. He started to wonder what the world would be like, by the time Marty was seventeen. The number of the McFly's flight then showed up on the marquee.

"Well, children," called out Becky, as she stood up, "you'd better get on the plane. Be sure to behave yourselves - and, please, don't forget to write home. I sure hope you keep in mind... the value of education. Don't let your mother and stepfather down."

The children nodded, as they started to walk down the hallway. Doc really sighed, as he hoped that the children would be all right. Tears filled his eyes, as he realized that this might be the last he would see of young Marty. He hoped to be wrong, though.

He watched closely, just as Marty stepped onto the airplane. Dave and Linda followed behind him. For a moment, Doc felt so tempted to really hop on the airplane. Perhaps, if he could join his friend in Switzerland... He then realized that it would do no good. It could make things worse. Besides, Marty might actually be much safer in Switzerland.