2:30 PM PST
"Well, I guess this is it now," Haven commented, as the station wagon broke the time barrier. "I guess we will never going to take another trip through time. I do feel quite sad thinking about it. I guess my dad does have a good reason. I'm also very tired."
"Yeah, I'm feeling really tired myself," Marty said, sighing. "It's very strange that my last trip through time was as Calvin Klein, and so was my first trip through time. This is only fitting, though, I guess. Anyway, now my parents can say I had come back to visit them. I guess Joe Rasnick will still end up killing him off in 1987, though."
"You can't really blame him, though," Haven said, softly. "He was upset over losing his mother, and Calvin Klein was supposed to be his father. Man, it really does feel strange to be talking about these fictional people, as though they really exist."
"Well, some of these fictional people exist in other universes," Marty repled. "It was nice that Alex P Keaton and Mike Flaherty were able to become pretty good friends. They both just had too much in common to not be able to get along, you know."
"Yeah, I totally understand how you feel," agreed Haven. "I'm feeling real tired right now, though. I mean, it was late when we left. I'm sure going to have to take a nap, as soon as we get home. I just thought your younger self was cute. I mean, the one that was native to 1975. I must admit that my brothers were pretty cute, too."
"As soon as the ripple effects catches up to my memories," Marty commented, "it's sure going to seem rather strange. I mean, I'm going to gain new memories of the week of 1975 from two different perspectives. I might be getting memory fatigue."
"Well, then," Haven said, laughing, "I guess it's just a good thing this is our last time travel trip. It really is sad to think how our adventures with the fourth dimension will be over. It's been a little over twenty years since Dad created the time machine."
Marty smiled fondly at his young friend, as he turned on Lyons Estates. He wondered how his children were doing. His wife wouldn't be coming home from work until later. He would have a few hours to have some much needed rest. He was so exhausted.
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Marty was sure feeling excited, as he and Haven were walking up to the Brown's house. He knew how his children would be there, waiting for him. He had missed seeing them all week. In fact, he almost felt guilty - as if he quite abandoned his children. The fact was, though, he was only gone for just about fifteen minutes.
"Daddy! Daddy!" eight-year-old Marlene called out, as she was running up towards her father. Her brown pigtails were bouncing behind her, and Marty's heart swelled with love for his precious daughter. "You're back! You're back! You're back!"
"Oh, sweetheart," Marty gushed, as he lifted up his daughter and began to spin her around, "are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you." He just stared into her lovely brown eyes. While she had her father's face, she had her mother's eyes.
"Daddy," Marlene pointed out, as she seemed rather taken aback by her father's rather strange greeting, "you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week." This seemed all too familiar to him. He could swear he had this conversation before.
"I haven't," Marty quickly blurted out, before he could stop himself. He gently lifted up Marlene and embraced her tightly. It felt rather nice to be holding her again. He also found himself blinking back tears, as he realized how much he missed her.
"Are you okay, Daddy?" Marlene asked, with great concern. Marty tried so hard to remember when he last had the conversation, and with whom. He knew there was something naggingly familiar - and significant - about it. "Is everything all right?"
"Aw, yeah, everything is great," Marty replied, just as he kissed his daughter on her forehead. "We certainly love you children a lot, so we're really just concerned about you and all that. It's my job as a parent to do so. So have you and Junior both been behaving yourselves, as I was gone? Did you obey Dr. Brown and Grandma Clara?"
"Yeah, we've been good, Daddy," called out seven-year-old Marty Jr, as he ran into the room. Marty was just taken aback by how much his son sure had resembled his younger self from 1975. "We've just baked some brownies with Grandma Clara."
"We even baked them the real old-fashioned way," seven-year-old Harmony added, as she entered the room with six-year-old Melody. "You should try them. Hey, I was wondering if you could take us to the Y tonight. We wanted to go swimming."
"Well, just give me time to unwind," Marty said, laughing. He put Marlene down, and he picked up Marty Jr to hug him tightly. "I sure think I need to take a little nap, but then I can take you kids to the Y tonight. The brownies do smell very delicious."
"Why don't we go put on some tunes?" Haven suggested. "I sure could go for a little nap myself, but I do want to have a few brownies first. I'm guessing you kids pretty much want to listen to Led Zeppelin, is that right? I don't mind if we hear them."
"Actually, we'd rather listen to Den of Theives by The Trews," Harmony replied. "So She's Leaving sure is a catchy and upbeat song. I also just enjoy the song Poor Old Broken Hearted Me. I love The Trews almost as much as I like April Wine. They are two of the best Canadian bands. I really don't care for The Guess Who, though."
"Yeah, The Trews are very awesome!" Marty Jr agreed. "We could even send a copy of Den of Theives to KKHV, and they could play it. I rather wish more people around here knew who that band was. It sure beats some of the crap that's popular today."
"Wow!" Haven gasped, astonished, "It sure looks like you kids are starting to branch out. Listen, if you kids really behave yourselves - I can take all you to the roller rink this evening. For the 50th year anniversary of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm, they're going to be playing all '50s music. They might even play Johnny B Goode."
"That must have been one rather important event," Marty Jr said, awed. "I certainly wish I could have been around on that day. I just hope we have an important event like that during our lifetime. In fact, it would be so nice if time travel was possible."
Marty smiled, as he lifted up his son - and he said, "Honey, it's nice to remember the past and all that - but it's just even more important to be looking forward. You know, the past is prologue. Folks like us really need to keep looking to the future."
Marty Jr laughed, as his father swung him around. It was rather strange to think of how much his son resembled him. If Doc had never invented the time machine, he may have had a very different future. He certainly had so much to live for.
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Later on that night, Marty and Jennifer were sipping on milkshakes, as they watched Marty Jr and Marlene skating around the rink. Marty thought quite fondly to when he was a little boy. Harmony and Melody were also there, and he quite noticed Marty Jr skating excitedly with Harmony. The two of them just looked so cute together.
"I just wish I could've joined you back in 1975," Jennifer said, wistfully. "Then again, I guess I already did, back in 1986. I can see your parents out there, too. It's pretty amazing that the two shared their first kiss exactly fifty years ago from this date."
"There's Haven skating with Goldie III," Marty pointed out. "It looks like they're just really headed towards a promising future. I can see Mayor Goldie Wilson Jr also out there, skating with Yolanda. I also notice that Tad and Greta Vincent are out there."
"Well, that's a very special day for those two couples, too," Jennifer commented. "It is almost 10:04 PM. It's only fitting that the celebration is being held here. I can see that the kids sure enjoy being able to stay up pretty late. I sometimes envy them."
"All right, ladies and gentleman," the disc jockey called out, "the big moment is just about here. It has been almost exactly fifty years since the beloved clock had been struck by lightning." Just then, a huge drum roll was being played, as he added, "At the moment the clock strikes 10:04 PM, let's celebrate. Let the coundown begin!"
"Five!" called out the whole crowd. "Four! Three! Two! One! Now!" Suddenly, there were strobe lights flashing everywhere - and then Battle Cry of Freedom began to play over the speakers. Marty and Jennifer leaned over to kiss each other.
Marty suddenly glanced to the side of him, and he caught sight of Haven and Goldie Jr kissing. To his shock, he saw that Marty Jr and Harmony were also kissing. When he glanced the other way, he caught sight of his parents kissing passionately.
"This really did take me by surprise," Jennifer whispered, as the two pulled away. "I mean, to see our son actually kissing Harmony that way. It's probably nothing to be worried about, and it is a special occassion - but it's still rather shocking to watch."
"I wouldn't worry about it, honey," Marty said, softly. "I'm very sure they're simply copying the grown ups around them. Hey, I can see how Doc and Clara showed up tonight, as well. They had their first kiss on the night that the clock was started."
Marty gently looped his arm into Jennifer, and the two of them slowly skated out to the rink. He thought of how he and Jennifer had been married for quite a little over fifteen years. Just then, Johnny B Goode began to play over the speakers. He very much thought fondly to the evening when he managed to unite his parents.