Author's Note: Marty thinks about who his real father is on Father's Day.

June 16, 1985
1:30 PM CET

"I so absolutely and utterly refuse to acknowledge Biff Tannen as my father!" shouted Martin Seamus McFly, as he ran into his bedroom. "I do hate that man! Hate him! Hate him! Hate him!" In a somewhat quieter voice, he added, "And he hates me. That really makes the feeling mutual, I guess. That man has always loved ruining my life, and..."

Marty sighed, as he simply flopped on his bed. While most of the faculty at the Swiss boarding school he was attending was sympathetic towards him, that just wasn't the case with Mrs. Poletti. Instead, she rather persisted on lecturing him for being rude.

"So I'm very rude, eh?" muttered Marty, as he reached over to turn on his stereo. As I Can't Drive 55 by Sammy Hagar came over the speakers, he sighed. That song sure reminded him of the night scene of in his hometown, Hill Valley. "Because I refuse..."

"Marty, can I come in?" asked a soft feminine voice. It belonged to Melissa Brooks, his closest female friend. They weren't exactly dating, though. Just as Marty opened the door, she added, "Listen, I think Mrs. Poletti was so wrong. She shouldn't've... I think it was very insensitive for her to... It's not as if Biff Tannen is even your real father."

"Actually, that's sort of beside the point," Marty replied, softly. "If I had a stepfather who... loved me... in the same way as my real father did... Well, if that sure was the case, I'd be happy to acknowledge him on this... this special day. However, I just..."

"This is a... great song," commented Melissa, as Golden Country by REO Speedwagon began to play. "It's a rather nice song to describe the current state of your country. I wonder if it's really much better in Canada. After all, we're just north of the border."

"Well, as long as the Canadian government has good measures to keep Biff out of the country," Marty replied, softly, "I really do reckon your country should be... relatively safe. In fact, I'm considering moving to Canada - when I graduate from this place. On the other hand... Well, there is my mother to think of. I sure do love her, and I do..."

"Yeah, it sure can't be pleasant for her," agreed Melissa, nodding. "At least, this place is really a haven for you. I rather don't understand how people like Mrs. Poletti can be such a... such an apologist. Granted, I've never met Biff - but that man seems like..."

"Of course, I do have to be careful not to get kicked out of here," commented Marty, softly. "In the last school I attended, I sure did something so stupid. Even my mother was furious with me, and... It wish I could go back in time, and... undo that event."

"There is so sense in fretting over the past," Melissa pointed out. "Oh, they're playing Weeping Widow by April Wine. It nearly sounds as if the song can actually... describe your mother. For all intents and purposes, your mother might as well be a... a widow. Of course, she'd probably be much better off being a widow. After all, she'd be a..."

"Apparently, the reason why she really married Biff," commented Marty, sighing, "was so that she could... support us children. Of course, I was just five - but I... I sure can remember how traumatic the experience really was. Biff always did hate me, which..."

"I'm so sorry, Marty," whispered Melissa, as she placed her arm around Marty. "I sure would love to help you, Marty. I mean, you're in a very awful situation. I'd like to help you escape. I understand that you care about your mother, but I really feel as if..."

"This is a good song," Marty replied, as Iron Man by Black Sabbath began to play. "For the time being, Melissa, I would like to not even think about Biff. In fact, I really would like to just forget that the mongrel even exists." Sighing, he added, "Y'know, this song reminds me of my dad. It has a very science fiction theme to it, which is what my..."

"A Match Made In Space," murmured Melissa, as she picked up a book. "I sure do love what I've read, and it's a shame that your father wasn't... I think you're right, Marty. I mean, about Biff having killed your father. It just seems like the thing that he'd do."

"I think you're quite right, Melissa," replied Marty, as he stepped up from the bed. He began to dance around the room, as he added, "Y'know, I really love Huey Lewis and The Rebels. I hope to hear one of their songs, next. I mean, that band really can..."

"I love Down With Biff Tannen," added Melissa, as she also began to dance. "I'm quite sure that Biff is none too pleased by the..." Suddenly, she gasped, "Pink Floyd! I sure love The Money Machine. After all, it sure has a good message to it. It's another song that's against the... the Tannen regime. It has a nice beat to it, as well - even if..."

"That's a nice song," Marty agreed, sighing. "Y'know, I wish that there was some way to... to bring my father back to life. I don't quite remember much about him, but I... I remember how loving and kind he was. He always seemed to be so... so optimistic."

"I would love to have met your father," Melissa replied, softly. "Sometimes, I really do wonder if this world is becoming almost as bad as the world in... in Orwell's novel. This perpetual war that's going on reminds me so much of the way that was in the novel."

"I've sure read 1984 a few times, in fact," Marty agreed, nodding. "The year has now come and gone, but it seems as... At least, we don't have telescreens - but it's..." He sat on the bed, as Ohio by Crosby Still Nash and Young came on. "Oh, yeah, now this song tells a sad story. I wonder if Biff Tannen might've been behind the shooting..."

"Well, there is no guarantee that he was," Melissa pointed out, gently. "While it rather does seem like Biff Tannen and Richard Nixon are pretty tight with each other, it's also possible that... Indeed, I guess the 1970s was quite a tumultuous decade. It just..."

"I simply wish it could be the 1950s, again," Marty replied, sighing. "I wonder why God allowed him to be so lucky, anyway. A mongrel like Biff Tannen rather doesn't deserve to be..." He lay back on the bed, as he added, "I swear, it's like a real life dystopia."

"Oh, I know just what you mean," agreed Melissa, as she placed her hands on Marty's shoulders. "Well, anyway, why don't you relax? Mrs. Poletti really is gone for the day, and I'd like to... At least, things aren't too bad here in Switzerland. Perhaps, we might both just settle here - once we graduate. Does this sound like a good idea with you?"

"The idea is real tempting, Melissa," whispered Marty. "At least, we'd just be far away from that hellhole called Hill Valley - or, as I like to call it, HellValley. I simply can't abandon my mother, though. She loves me, I don't feel as if I can just abandon..."

"This is a real sticky situation," agreed Melissa, as All You Need Is Love by The Beatles came over the speakers. "Perhaps, we might even be able to come up with a solution. Like your father told you... If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."

"Yeah, I really would like to believe that," murmured Marty. "However, if you consider the fate of my father... Believe me, I would love to hold onto some shred of hope. Of course, things aren't quite as bad as they are in Orwell's 1984. Still, I really feel as if I have... I'm gonna be turning seventeen, in just a few days - and I don't feel as if..."

"Oh, yeah, your birthday's coming up," commented Melissa, softly. "Well, I just don't believe that the world is entirely without hope. Most of the world hates Biff Tannen - so, with that considered... I think you do have a good chance at a future, Marty."

Marty managed a small smile, as he wished to believe his friend. Over the Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin began to play. Right away, tears came to his eyes - as, even in the best of moods, the song made him cry. It sure was a beautiful song, indeed. Also, the song happened to be released just a few weeks after his father was murdered.

"Marty, you're crying," whispered Melissa, as she began to rub Marty's shoulders. "It's sure good to cry, though. I understand what all you went though, and... I simply wish that I could... I mean, I understand how much you miss your father - and I would..."

"I'm just moved by the song," whispered Marty, through his tears. He couldn't think of exactly why the song moved him so much. He sure loved Led Zeppelin from the age of four, about several months prior to his father's death. He still loved the band, in fact.

"Oh, I see," Melissa replied, softly. As the song ended, she grabbed for a tissue - and she used it to wipe Marty's eyes. "How are you feeling, Marty? Do you think going out for ice cream would really make you feel happy? I can even treat. We do have a town pass for about four hours. The ice cream parlour is just three blocks away, and I..."

"Well, ice cream might not solve everything," Marty replied, softly, "but I'm game! The chip-and-mint ice cream just tastes so heavenly. Indeed, Switzerland really does have the best chocolate around. Perhaps, someway, we could help my mom escape here."

"Now you're really thinking, Marty," replied Melissa, as she gave Marty a playful punch in the shoulder. Marty just flashed his friend a lopsided smile. "You see, there rather is plenty to live for. Perhaps, you should really try viewing the world as a glass half-full."

Marty smiled, as he flipped off the stereo. Upon leaving his bedroom, he wondered if his friend was right. He figured that his real father, George McFly, would want him to think positively. While it seemed quite hard to be optimistic, it maybe wouldn't hurt to give it a try. At least, it could just be a way of honouring his father on Father's Day.