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Jennifer and the little boys all screamed, as the station wagon did a sudden jerk and rotated by ninty degrees. Marty was so confused by what just happened, but he was the driver. As a result, it was his duty to remain as calm as possible.
"Just try to stay calm, everybody," Marty commented, as he tried his best to take charge of this entire situation. Almost as if on cue, the flux capacitor and the time display panels stopped working. After he landed the station wagon, he tried again with turning the time circuits on, but they failed. This seemed all too familiar.
"What happened, Marty?" Jules asked, concerned. "Are we going to be stuck here in 1975? This really does seem like a nice year to visit, but we still have lives to live in 1986. Anyway, our dad from this year wouldn't even recognize us. We weren't even born, yet - and he met our mom in the most unusual way, through time travel."
"Yeah, Marty, this can be rather risky," added Jennifer. "Granted, my parents didn't move to Hill Valley yet - but your younger self is here. Your presence can freak out your younger self. Doc did warn us about that, after all? What are we going to do?"
"All right, well, just keep your pants on," Marty replied. "Doc would still remember me from 1955 and 1968, and he did become friends with my younger self early of this year. I'm sure he'll find a good way to fix up the time circuits."
"Can we go meet your younger self, Marty?" Verne asked, excitedly. "I'm sure your younger self and I will really get along. We both really do enjoy video games!"
"Well, video games weren't exactly as common during the 1970s," Marty was quick to point out. "A lot have really changed within the last decade. It's not as drastic as the changes between the Old West and the modern era, but it is still different."
"You know, I'm curious about meeting your younger self, too," Jennifer added. "In a strange sort of way, I wonder how things between us could be different - if we knew each other our whole lives. Would we still end up having a romantic relationship?"
"I wouldn't doubt it, Jenn," Marty replied, huskily. "It is somewhat rare for people to marry those they have known from early childhood, but it does happen at times."
"Let's not forget, Marty" Jennifer was quick to pointed out. "My great-grandmother did have a romantic affair with your great-grandfather, and the two of them really knew each other from early childhood. Granted, they didn't marry - but, still..."
"That may just be it, though," Marty said, quietly. "That may be why William was no longer romantically attracted to your namesake, because of the fact that they knew each other their whole lives. Had they met under different circumstances, they may have actually found their soulmate in each other. This is something to consider."
"What if Daddy never went back in time?" Verne asked. "He might have never met met Mommy, and then Jules and I would never have been born. I just wonder who Jules and I will marry, someday. Is it possible to have more than one soulmate?"
Marty hesitated for a minute. He remembered that, not long ago, he and Doc were hopping between various dimensions. In some of the realities, Doc never did meet Clara from the Old West - so he ended up with a woman named Jessica Hoffman.
"Yeah, it might be possible," Marty replied, as he decided not to tell the boys about Jessica Hoffman. "You needn't worry, though, boys. Your parents are real madly in love with each other! Anyway, let's go grab our luggage - and then we can head to our house. I'm pretty sure that my younger self wouldn't even recognize me."
The boys both squealed, as they picked up two small bags and followed Marty and Jennifer to Lyons Estates. Quite naturally, this would be the timeline where Marty's parents were very successful - and Biff Tannen was waxing cars for the family.
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"What the hell was that, Marty?" Haven exclaimed, as the station wagon suddenly jerked - and then it did a ninty degree turn. "What on earth did we bump into?"
"I have no idea," Marty commented, as he began to pilot the station wagon safely on the ground. He then noticed that the time circuits stopped working. "Holy shit!" Marty suddenly exclaimed. "I guess Doc was right to make this our last ever trip!"
"Well, there is no knowing how long we'll stay here," Haven said, quietly. "At least we are stuck in my favourite decade, and we have a version of my father in this era."
"That's true," Marty replied, quietly, "and he;s friends with my younger self. Anyway, why don't we head to our house. I'm pretty sure my parents really miss Calvin Klein, after not seeing him for about twenty years. I'm feeling very nervous about this."
"Why are you so nervous," Haven asked, softly. "I mean, you're more experienced at time travel than I am. It is rather sad to think that this may be my last ever trip. After all, it was only a year ago that I had a chance to take my first ever trip."
"I'm pretty sure your dad has his reasons," Marty pointed out. "Anyway, it's rather ironic how I'll be reprising the same persona on my very last time travel trip - as I did on my very first time travel trip. It's hard to believe it's been twenty years ago already. Ten years later, Little Marty will be the same age as I was back in 1985."
"In a way, you're very lucky, Marty," Haven said, with a hint of envy. "You were the first one to get a chance to use Dad's time machine. I know it was a rather stressful week for you - but, admit it, there was also the thrill of the whole experience."
"Actually, Einstein was the first time traveller," Marty corrected. "I guess I see what you mean, though. Hell, my family life was pretty different - before I made that trip back to 1955. My father used to be such a wimp, and he let Biff push him around."
"Yeah, I think you told me that before," Haven replied. "I am such a big fan of your father's books. He writes great sci-fi stories. It's real amazing that you stepped into your father's footsteps. You've really had great success as a rock musician. Do you think either of your children might end up following in the footsteps of fame?"
"Oh, Little Marty has obviously inherited my talent on the guitar," Marty replied, with an indulgent smile. "With a bit of practice, I'm sure he'll be a good musician, too. He is also really good friends with Aaron Nelson. They could end up starting a band one of these days. Aaron does look a lot like his father, back when Zach was his age."
"Hey, I suddenly realized something!" Haven exclaimed. "You are thirty years older than Little Marty, and we are thirty years in the past. Do you know what this means for you, Marty? This means you, of this year, will be the same age as Little Marty!"
"Oh, yes, of course!" exclaimed Marty. "Gee, I'm suddenly feeling so nervous. Why don't we head over to my place, now? I wonder if my parents may recognize me!"
"I hope to meet some other teens from this era," commented Haven. "Sometimes, I do feel as though I was born in the wrong era. Well, let's head to your home, now."
Marty smiled, as he grabbed his luggage. The two of them then made their way over to Lyons Estates. It was strange to think that much had changed within the last thirty years. Marty suddenly found himself longing for the days of his youth.
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As soon Marty and Haven walked to the familiar house on Lyons Estates, Lorraine ran up to the two of them. Marty suddenly gulped, as he began to feel a little uneasy.
"You know, you look familiar to me!" Lorraine gushed, as she placed her hands on Marty's shoulder. "Tell me, have I met you before? I'm almost certain that I have! Why don't the two of you come inside? It's so great that you folks can make it!"
"It is great to see you again, too, uh, Lorraine," Marty said, nervously. "I'm Calvin Klein. My neice and I decided to swing by and visit. I can see that you and George are happily married. My uncle told me all about you folks! I'm so happy for you."
"Oh, Calvin Klein!" Lorraine gushed, as she threw her arms around Marty. "It feels so great to see you again. We even named one of our sons after you. He is seven years old, now - and he's become pretty close with your uncle." When she turned to Haven, she asked, "You looks like a very gorgeous girl. What might your name be?"
"My name is Haven, uh, Green," Haven replied. "I'm Haven Green. It's such a great pleasure to meet you, Mrs. McFly. Mar... Calvin and I are close, and he's quite easy to get along with. It's pretty nice to meet some old friends of my dear cousin."
"Mommy! Mommy!" called out a rather familiar kid's voice. "Who's there? Would this be anyone that I know?" Just then, little seven-year-old Marty ran outside - followed by nine-year-old Linda and twelve-year-old Dave. Marty swallowed deeply.
"Hey, kids, come over and meet Mr. Klein," Lorraine called out, as she beckoned the children over. "Here's our old friend your dad and I knew briefly, about twenty years ago - and the girl is his neice, Haven Green." Turning to Marty and Haven, she said, "These are our kids. The oldest is Dave, this is Linda, and our youngest is Marty."
"It is such a pleasure to meet you kids," 2005 Marty said, flashing a lopsided smile at the children. As both Martys were staring intently at each other, 2005 Marty was sure stunned by just how much his younger self resembled Little Marty in 2005.
After 2005 Marty turned around, he was very shocked by what he saw. He suddenly saw a teenage version of himself - who was followed by Jennifer, Jules, and Verne.