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Haven Brown was eating a tuna sub with his good friend, Marty McFly Sr. Today was a special day for both of them, as it was the 50th year anniversary of the day of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm. The storm was quite bad it even caused the clock in the much beloved clock tower to stop working. Haven was so fond of that clock.
However, while that was an important day to the whole town of Hill Valley, that day had a lot more significance for Haven and Marty themselves. That was the day that Dr. Brown had used the lighning bolt to send Marty back to 1985. Marty later came back to that same date with the Doc of 1985 to retrieve a sports almanac from Biff Tannen. The most ironic thing was the fact that Marty wasn't even born yet.
As for Haven, this was a special day for her, because this was her birthday. She had been born on November 12 of 1986, at exactly 10:04 PM - which was this same time that lightning struck the clock in the year 1955. Her father, who was none other than Dr. Emmett Brown himself, would affectionately refer to her as their "cosmic baby".
Speaking of whom, her father just stepped into the kitchen. "How are the two of you enjoying your day?" Doc asked, smiling. "This is a very special day for all of us."
"Yeah, it sure is," Marty replied, smiling. "It's so hard to believe it's really been fifty years, now - and this day even falls on a Saturday, no less. I was even thinking we could do something special, in order to celebrate this very special day."
"I figured that it was about time to put the time machines away, permanently," Doc explained. When Doc saw the disappointed expressions from both Marty and Haven, he added, "However, as this is a special day for all of us, I decided it's only fitting to let the two of you to use the time machine for the very last time."
Haven and Marty cheered, as they reached out to high-five each other. They were going to make this trip a special one, as this might be their last one. Just one year ago, Haven used the time machine to go back to 1986 to witness her own birth.
"So, where would the two of you like to go?" Doc asked. "The two of you should stay in Hill Valley. This way, I will know where to look for you, in case anything happened to either of you. We don't want your last time travel adventure to be a disaster."
Marty nodded, as he turned to Haven and asked, "So, Haven, where would you like to go? It's your birthday, and you haven't gone on as many trips as I have."
"I was thinking of going back to the year 1975," Haven suggested. "Maybe we could even visit November of that year for a week, and then leave right on the 12th."
Marty hesitated for a minute, then he said, "That sounds like a neat idea! I can even reprise my Calvin Klein persona, and then even pay my parents a visit. It was thirty years ago, so I would be about the right age to be Calvin Klein."
"Although, how many time travel trips have you taken?" Haven asked. "You may be about a year or two older than you're supposed to be. Just something to think of."
"Most of my time travel trips were done in the 1980s," Marty explained. "In the year 1990, Jennifer and I got married - then, shortly afterward, my music career took off with Atlantic Records. So I didn't explore the fourth dimension very much during the 1990s. My focus was pretty much on my music - and then raising a family."
"Well, I think Marlene and Little Marty are at my brother's house right now," Haven explained, "spending time with Harmony and Melody. It's rather amazing how, one year later, the kids are still so obsessed with Led Zeppelin. At least, they branched out a little bit, within the year. I still can't get them to listen to The Tragically Hip."
"It's not a style that you can really expect everyone to like," Marty pointed out. "Not to say anything bad about Gord Downie's voice, but it just takes getting used to. It's not quite on par with Janis Joplin, but it's still not the most melodic voice around."
"I know Sam Roberts has been compared to Bob Dylan," Haven commented, "so I won't bother with trying to get the kids to listen to his music. At any rate, they just enjoy listening to The Trews. They really do have such catchy songs, like Poor Old Broken Hearted Me and So She's Leaving. The kids sore dig that kind of music."
"Oh, yeah, The Trews are an awesome band," Marty replied. "They really deserve more recognition on this side of the border. Anyway, we need to find some clothes that were fashionable in 1975, so that we'll be able to fit in. This will be so great!"
"It's amazing that hover-cars have caught on within the last two years," commented Haven. "It's still really strange to think that we have skyways, now. Credit and debit cards are now being phased out, and paper cheques have actually gone extinct."
"Right, and very few public places still have doorknobs," Marty commented, "and it seems like about twenty percent of the residential houses have followed suit. It's a relief that they haven't actually started planting microchips in our arms. That's real scary to think about. Some believe it may even be the sign of the beast."
"Yeah, I've heard all about that," Haven said, shuddering. "Even that aside, it's really completely against nature to stick a computer inside your body. I will take the thumb identification any day. It's far more convenient, and safer on the human body."
"I hear what the two of you are saying," Doc said, nodding. "There are many ways that the microchip could malfunction inside a human body, and that could be a major risk. Don't even get Clara started on the subject! It's sure a far cry from the era that she grew up in, when humanity at large was much more in touch with nature."
"Right, Doc," Marty replied, smiling. "Well, it's a little sad to think you're going to put the time machine away permanently - but I guess that would be necessary. Are you planning on coming back to 1975 with us? It sounds like such a nice year for us."
"No, I'm all time travelled out now," Doc replied, smiling. "I just wanted to let you two use the time machine for the last time. Let's just go out into the lab, okay?"
Marty and Haven smiled at Doc, as they followed him out into his lab.
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"So, Marty," Haven asked, smiling, "how do I look? Do you think I could now pass for a 1970s' teenager? I know some of my friends would sure envy me. It'll be awesome to visit one of my absolute favourite decades. Maybe we can even catch a concert."
"You look wonderful, Haven," Marty said, smiling. As much as Marty was looking so forward to visiting that year, he had a nagging feeling inside of himself. He decided he was maybe just feeling a little nervous about revisiting his childhood.
"How do you think your parents will feel about seeing Calvin Klein again," Haven was quick to ask. "Now, Marty, you do know that Calvin Klein... the fashion designer, that is... was famous by the 1970s, right? Wouldn't that cause any problems?"
"I'm positive it won't," Marty said, smiling. "My parents knew that Calvin Klein wasn't the same as the fashion designer, even though they suspected that the two might be related. My parents were grief-strucken to learn of Calvin Klein's 'death' by 1987."
"What are you talking about, Marty?" Haven asked, confused. "How on earth could they find out about Calvin Klein's 'death', when he wasn't even a real person?"
"Well, it's a long story," Marty said, grimacing a little. "It wasn't my idea, that's for sure. It was suggested by a counterpart that I had from an alternate reality."
"Was it Alex Keaton or Mike Flaherty, by any chance?" Haven asked, smiling. "I will never be able to think of them the same way again, after having actually met them in the flesh. It was a very surreal experience for me, you know."
"As a matter of fact, Alex Keaton was there," Marty replied, "as were Brantley Foster and Joe Rasnick. They identified themselves as Calvin Klein's children, all of them as triplets. It was Joe Rasnick who came up with the idea that Calvin Klein died."
"Well, Joe was the one to lose his mother to ovarian cancer," Haven pointed out. "It was one of the more serious movies that Michael J Fox acted in."
"All right, you two," Doc annnounced, "I just put your belongings in the back of the station wagon. You two might be a little too cramped in the DeLorean, so I decided that the two of you should use the station wagon, instead. How that that sound?"
"As I guess it sounds fine," Marty said, as he stepped in the driver's seat. While he was quite sad over not being able to use the DeLorean one more time, he came to also love the station wagon. It was going to be sad to use neither vehicle again.
"You two have fun!" Doc called out, as Marty pulled the station wagon out from the the garage. He began to hover the station wagon into the air, as he began to drive over to Hill Valley Park. This felt a lot like old times, from when he was a teen.
"Okay, Haven," Marty warned, as he drove into Hill Valley Park, "brace yourself for temporal displacement." Marty then began to accelerate the station wagon up to 88 miles per hour, until the station wagon finally broke the time barrier.