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Marty '86 was in the guest room with Jennifer and Haven - as they were preparing to spend time with Sabrina, Ellen, and their friends. He thought of how strange it was to see this era in a new light, and he remembered what it was he loved about the '70s.
"It's rather strange," Marty '86 commented, "to think that my room looks so different in this year. I guess our future son will actually be sleeping in my old room, when we move back into this house - when Jennifer and I are married, and Marlene and Marty Jr are born. I think I know more about my future than I really should."
"It's so strange to think you and Jennifer already met your children as teens," Haven pointed out. "I mean, they're only seven and eight back in 2005. It feel so strange to see your seven-year-old self - because, well, because he looks just like your son."
"Our lives have never been the same," Jennifer said, sighing, "ever since Doc had invented the time machine - and I haven't even been on as many trips as Marty. I did join him on his trip to 1968, and I also went back to 1903 with him. It was real uncanny how much two of our ancestor were alike, and even dating each other."
"My great-grandfather, William," Marty '86 added, "did eventually decide to call it off with her great-grandmother, Jennifer - who she was named after. We also went back to 1880, in Virginia City, to prevent my ancestor, Martin, from being stabbed with a bowie knife in a saloon - and he was actually dating Jennifer's ancestor, Juniper."
"We changed what had been a great tragedy," Jennifer said, quietly. "There was also a time when, believe it or not, Marty and I had entered Orwell's 1984 universe - and we really did manage to conquer Big Brother and bring freedom into that world!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" gasped Haven, astonished. "I just read that book in school last year, and that has got to be the most depressing book I ever read. It had actually given me nightmares! You mean to tell me that that world actually existed? I mean, I know all about alternate realities - but, gee, that depressing world? Why?"
"I know," Marty '86 said, shaking his head. "I was very horrified, too. I hated the fact that I was being forced to read the damn book - but, believe it or not, Doc had a way to help us defeat Big Brother. After all, we were more technologically advanced."
"Clara was pregnant with you at the time," Jennifer added. "It was with the help of some potion Doc created that allowed us the power to fight, and we even had help from a witch named Samantha. She was very similar to Sabrina Palmer, in fact."
"Whoa, this is heavy," Haven gasped. "Do you think that would be why I'm stronger than other girls my age - and even many guys? I can still remember how shocked I was to find out how my mother grew up in the Old West. Several of my peers really think that I'm weird, but I never expected to have such a weird heritage."
"That could very well be possible," Marty '86 replied. "We could ask Doc about this, after I return to 1986. The Doc of this year would have no idea, as it really has not happened yet. He's going to be in for a real shock - less than ten years later."
"Well, let's head to the living room, now," Jennifer suggested. "Our friends should be here, soon - and we should check up on the young ones, as well. I did not live in Hill Valley, yet - so, at least, there's no chance of seeing my younger self anywhere."
Marty '86 smiled at his girlfriend, as the three of them left the guest room. Marty '86 was a little uncertain of whether or not they should help Goldie Wilsom Sr with being elected. What if he ended up changing history, by maybe being too aggressive?
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"You'll never believe what I heard, Calvin," George was saying, as the three of them were standing in the kitchen. "Marvin Berry and The Starlighters will be putting on a performance at the new aerobics centre next week Wednesday."
"Isn't that great?" Lorraine asked, excitedly. "I got to talk to Marvin a little bit - and, when I told him how you were back in town, he expressed a desire to have you join them on stage to play a couple of numbers. How do you feel about the idea?"
Marty '05 swallowed deeply, as he was unsure of what to say. "You know, this is just a surprise for me. I remember how my performance of Johnny B Goode rather went down like a lead zeppelin. I'm very surprised that the band would like me to play for them again. I mean, I thought for sure that they would've been disgusted with me."
"The band Led Zeppelin were told they might go down like a lead Zeppelin," Lorraine pointed out. Then, with a nervous laugh, she added, "I guess you're rather surprised that I know about the band, eh? Well, you can blame that on our youngest son."
"When I was a kid, I didn't listen to popular music," George pointed out. "My parents would always have me listen to children's tunes. None of our kids really listen to that type of music, though. We can remember the time that Marty was crying in daycare, because he wanted to listen to Led Zeppelin - and he was bored with kids' music."
"My children are like that, too," Marty '05 replied, nervously. "I think we sometimes underestimate the taste of our kids. What's cool is how my kids actually do listen to the same kind of music that I like, so we're not always fighting over the radio."
"I wish you had thought to bring your kids along," Lorraine said, dreamily. "I'm sure that they would be every bit as adorable as you are. I just don't know what it is, but our youngest child sure reminds me of you. I can't place my finger on it, though."
Before Marty '05 could reply, the doorbell rang. He followed George and Lorraine, as they headed towards the front door. It felt strange to be thirty years in the past, and he reluctantly had to admit that it would be a good idea to give time travel a rest.
"Lester, you're here!" George replied, as he opened the door. Marty '05 suddenly felt nervous, as he remembered that Lester accused him of taking Biff's "wallet".
"I was wondering if Norman was here with your son," Lester replied. "I told him he can come here for a few hours, but I forgot he had a dentist appointment." He had caught sight of Marty '05, as he added, "Hey, you're Calvin Klein, aren't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I am," Marty '05 said, nervously. "It was so great spending the week with you, George, and Billy. So, uh, have you kept in touch with George all these years?"
"I sure have," Lester replied. "Hey, Calvin, I sure want to apologize for accusing you of taking Biff's wallet. After I talked to George about it, he then explained to me how it was really your wallet - and that you were just grabbing it back from him."
"I knew you wouldn't steal from anyone," George added. "Not even from someone like Biff. I know that Biff really had it in for you, so I'm really not surprised that he would steal your wallet - to get his revenge on you. I'm glad you got him good."
"I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions," Lester said, embarrassed. "I was being so self-centred - and really thinking about how Biff might leave me alone for a week or so, if I did him a little favour. I hope you can forgive me for getting you in trouble."
"Hey, don't sweat it, Les," Marty '05 replied, as he shook Lester's hand. "It's all in the past. I'm not the type of person to hold a grudge with anyone. I try hard to get along with everyone. George told me that Biff waxes people's cars. Does he ever wax your car for you? It, uh, nice to see him become a relatively decent person."
"It sure is," Lester agreed. "He sometimes tries to cheat me out of a second coat of wax on the car, but I've been staying on top of him." Just as Dave and Norman ran into the room, he added, "Hey, son, you have a dentist appointment today!"
"Aw, shucks," Norman groaned. "Hey, Dave, maybe we can spend some time by the roller rink tonight." Marty '06 really felt sorry for young Norman, as he saw a look of huge disappointment on the young boy's face. He knew how that would've felt.
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"Poor Norman," Tom said, as he watched the scene taking place. "I'd much rather do homework than go see a dentist. I sure hate how they drill into your teeth like that. I always dread it whenever I need to go for a check up. It's such a drag."
"I think we finally found an incentive to get you to do your homework," Jerry replied, smirking. "I'm going to tell Mom and Dad what you said, as soon as we get home."
"Please, no!" protested Tom. "Don't do this to me, Jerry! I'll never forgive you, if you betray me like this. It's not my fault that you have a higher IQ than me! Please!"
"Come on, you two," Marty '75 prodded, laughing. "Let's please not fight. You both are my good friends, and I really don't like it when my friends fight. It always puts me in a difficult situation, because I hate having to choose between my friends."
"Marty is right," Zach added, softly. "I don't always get along with my brother, but I will always love him. Anyway, we don't we head to the park for a little while. I hope Doug Needles and his crowd aren't there to bug us. They can really be such jerks."
"Rajan Unger is just as bad," Jerry said, making a face. "He always makes fun of us - because he doesn't like our dad. He always says that our dad is, well, a nutcase."
"Rajan Unger?" Marty '75 asked, with confusion. "Is he, by any chance, related to Ray Unger? Ray is a member of Doug Needles' gang, and he's very mean to us."
"Yeah, I think so," Tom replied, making a face. "Well, let's head out to the park - and the bullies should be able to leave us alone. You know, I really wonder what it is that makes bullies become the way they are. I never understood that in anyone."
"I have no idea," Marty '75 said, as he sat up. He actually tried to be real friendly to Doug Needles a few times, but it never worked - much to his frustration. He couldn't stand the idea of other people not liking him. Such was life, though.