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Author's Note: Final chapter of my story. Hurray! Now, at day 14, I can finally focus on TJP Part II... well, anyway, please read.

13: Epilogue

September 7, 2046
11:00 PM PDT

"Marty?" a familiar voice sounded. "Wake up, Marty. You're here, now, safe and sound, back in the year 2046. I guess the shock put you out of it for a moment, but you really should be back now. Why don't you try to focus on my voice, as you slowly open your eyes – and allow your senses to go back to those of 2040s life."

The teenager blinked, as he stared into his grandfather's eyes. "Grandpa Marty Senior!" he called out, sitting up and hugging his grandfather. "It's so good to see you again – at the normal age!" He felt close to his grandfather, even though they didn't start hanging around together up until a year ago in the Griff-horrific universe. Alternate Marty really felt happy, now he saw his grandfather again at 77, instead of 17. This really was a lot more familiar. He smiled, as he hugged his grandpa tightly.

"It sure is nice to see you, too" Marty Senior smiled, hugging back his grandson. "I have been here for five hours, sitting and staring at your unconscious bodies, wondering madly if everything had gone fine… I wouldn't want an invention of Doc's causing the end of your lives. You were practically the only one who I hoped to get help from, in those hard years in the institute. But when Griff stopped allowing you to visit me, in January 2035…" He gulped. "Well, let's just say that the decade what followed was the hardest in my life."

"I guess so" Alternate Marty nodded. "It sure sounds terrible, how Griff treated you. I mean – I was treated badly, too, but at least I had some freedom. You, on the other hand, stayed in the same building for all those years. How long have you been there, exactly?"

"11 years, 10 months and 2 days" Marty Senior said, growling. "I can't believe that Griff was so less respectful to me that he decided to lock me up at Christmas Eve, 2033! I still remember how anxious I was to return home, as I was dragged away. But even if I'd stayed relaxed, they would've treated me horribly. One of the attendants was Needles himself. He hit me on the head, kicked me and…" He stared at Alternate Marty. "You know what kind of plants roses grow on?" Alternate Marty nodded. "Well, with that they hurt every single place on my back. They kept torturing me until I collapsed from pain and exhaustion. Then, they put me in a straight-jacket and drove me off towards the asylum." He growled in anger. "You know, if it didn't cause a paradox, I'd be tempted to kill Griff sometimes. They way he abused me was really horrible. Sometimes I have nightmares, of my days in the institute."

"It sounds horrifying" Alternate Marty said. "I guess that, compared to you, I had a happy life after all."

"You bet" Marty Senior said, obviously feeling like throwing up. "Sometimes, I wished that Doc never invented time travel. Then again, it had given me new memories of a happy youth, and a happy life up until the 2020s… and after my break-out, I decided I wouldn't have wanted to miss it. It was just too great that time travel was actually possible like that… and besides, I got to see Doc again." He smiled in delight. "I actually got to see Doc again. I never thought that was possible until I actually built the time machine myself."

"Well, thanks" Doc said, walking into the room. "Now that you all are back – how was it? Has the past been fun? It certainly sounds like it has. I do have to expand on my mind travel machine a bit, to make you actually able to stay longer, and go deeper into the past. It's now just limited to 1800 and beyond. But don't worry – that won't take any more than a few weeks, a month, tops. I should be able to get it done really soon."

"Good" Local Marty said, smiling. "That sounds about right. I guess we have to wait a while, then… but in the end, it'll be all worth it."

"I guessed the same" Doc said. "I sure hope that I will be able to finish the machine quick. I'd be able to do many things in the sixty years I have been away – and even though I spent quite much time building inventions in the late 1800s and early 1900s, it just isn't the same, you know? Up here, I have much more technology at my disposal, and I can do much more things. I'm even thinking of a dimension travel machine."

"I remember how we got visited by some people from another dimension," Marty Senior said, "back in 1988. They were hopping through dimensions, and didn't have a way to get home. It was really amazing how, in that world, you did move back, back in 1894… or was it 1895? Anyway. You were also visiting yourself, from 1906… and you were sad how it was far too late to move back, to your opinion."

"Yeah, I guess moving at a later time – to 2006, I mean – must not have occurred to me, back then" Doc said. "And just moving like the other me had done was pretty much impossible. I mean, Jules was twenty when that visit happened, and Verne eighteen! That would mean that they'd be supposed to be born in 1968 and 1970! There was no way I could've hid so much years of age from the townsfolk. I'm still wondering that the 'Jules and Verne being born in Sacramento in 1977 and 1979' thing worked for the other me. It sure must have been hard to get that accepted by everyone."

"Yeah, it sure must" Marty Senior said. He then suddenly heard footsteps on the hallway, and turned towards them. "What the hell?" he asked, frowning. Then, he saw the door open, and to his surprise, he saw a very familiar person step out… "Jennifer!"

The 77-year-old local version of Jennifer Jane Parker threw black her grey hair which now lacked any taint of brown, and smiled happily. "Hi, Marty" she said, as the person that could've been her husband ran up to her, hugged her and kissed her. "I heard Doctor Brown and you were throwing a party for another one of your inventions again, so I thought I'd come over to join the fun." She looked around. "You really keep focusing on inventing, don't you?"

"Well, I did that as a hobby in the early years of the 21st Century, to keep me connected to my old friend, seeing as I spent so many time touring as a rock star" Marty Senior said. "Even after I decided to stop, in 2008, with my rock star career completely, I still liked it. And since I don't have the money I gained from my music anymore – Local Marty has it, after all – and I don't feel like going on the road again or accepting your husband's money, I decided 'What the hell?'" He shrugged. "And it's become my life. Music is fun, but there really are more shades within science and inventing."

"Yeah, you're right" Jennifer said, looking around. "It's nice to see you again."

"You don't believe how nice it is to see you, Jen" Marty Senior said, kissing her again. "I know you're my other self's, but you do feel a lot like my wife." He sighed, almost crying. "She died in January 2033 because she couldn't take Junior's death ten months earlier, and then the nuclear waste GriffCo already exposed our air to…" He sighed. "Well, at least it was a short time. She went sick on January 1, and died less than two weeks later. Poor Jennifer…"

"I can understand your pain" Jennifer said. "Well, I can't, because I have never experienced something like that, but if Marty… my Marty… was to die, I'd sob, too. I can't see myself letting me die because of Junior's death, though. I love him, he's my son, but I would be rational and thinking that another death wouldn't help in solving the problems." She smiled. "Well, anyway – how have the kids been behaving, the past hours? Or should I say, the past 161 years?"

Marty Senior chuckled. "They've been just fine" he said, assuring his not-wife of that fact. "Why don't you tell your grandmother, Local Marty?"

"It sure was awesome and exciting" Local Marty said. "To see the clean air in 1885, to experience the culture… and of course, seeing our ancestors. I never realized how much of a job Grandpa Marty and Doctor Brown had in beating Buford Tannen up and getting the DeLorean up to 88. Granted, I'd heard the tales, but seeing it in real life is different, I can assure you."

"Oh, I'd be surprised if it wasn't" Marty Senior said. "You're right – the chase to get the DeLorean up to 88 sure gave us a hard time." He shot a disapproving smirk at Doc. "Therefore, I wasn't the one to suggest a similar plan when we were trapped in 1925 and had to get the train to work."

"It was a good plan!" Doc protested.

"Oh, sure!" Marty Senior shot back, still smiling. "Pushing the train off a hill… letting it drop to the ground… if the flying circuits were busted, why didn't you just fix them, or try to fix them? Five feet further to the ground at 88, and the flying circuits wouldn't have caught on in time to the electricity that was in the air in 2045, and we'd be dead meat as we'd crash to the ground!"

"It was kind of exciting" Doc said back.

Marty Senior rolled his eyes. "If that was excitement, I have had enough excitement of nine lifetimes in a row."

As everyone burst out in laughter, Marty Senior himself last, Alternate Marty reflected on their day. Maybe his grandfather's words were true, maybe they weren't. But whatever it be, he was certain that his excitement time wasn't over yet.

Oh no, it wasn't.

THE END.