"A police man's work is never done," said Sheriff Mike as he drummed his fingers on his steering wheel. "I haven't had a hot home cooked meal since I don't know when." The patrol car pulled up to the large sign advertising the coming Lyon Estates subdivision. Mike stepped out of the patrol car and braced his hands on his hips and looked at the sign, "Progress. You can't beat it back with a stick." He marched around the sign, "Well, let's get this over with."

Sheriff Mike stepped around the sign, and there was nothing there. He blew out a sigh and laughed. There was no glowing saucers or little green men, and he wiped the sweat from his brow with great relief. There was a considerable amount of brush lying all about behind the sign, but there was brush lying about everywhere. It was a construction zone in the landscaping phase, it was to be expected.

Mike began to whistle a happy tune, "I am so glad," he said. He climbed back in his patrol car and started his drive back to town. "Maybe I will get a hot meal tonight, after all."

The patrol car pulled back up in front of the Sheriff's Office, and Sherman had long since left for home. Sherman was well satisfied he had done the right thing, and matters were now in the right hands. Besides, he just bought a new comic, and it was time to be involved in it. The Sheriff stepped out of his car and into the office. As soon as he walked inside, the phone rang. He blew out a frustrated groan and said, "Well, then again, maybe it will be a cold dinner, again."

He put the receiver to his ear, "Hello? Yes, this is the Sheriff. Hello Miss Blare. Yes – yes – I remember – a vagrant. Yes – I haven't forgotten. What's that? Are you sure? Living with Doc Brown? No, I don't know why he would be living with Doc Brown – no I don't think it's anything like that – yes I think Doc is a little strange too, but he's a scientist, they are supposed to be – yes Miss Blare – I will check that out, I would like to speak to this young man myself – yes – first thing in the morning – good afternoon Miss Blare, and thank you."

The Sheriff placed the phone back down and said to himself, "Well, what do you know."

The deputy stepped in behind him and asked, "What do I know?"

The Sheriff smiled and said, "Oh, it's nothing. Just some strange things going on. Strange photographs, strange goings on in town, strange new people, and Miss Blare was right for once."

The deputy said, "Now, that is strange."

"Tell me about it. Seems we have new citizen in town. Everyone who I have spoke to says he is a little strange. But, Miss Blare thinks he is living with Emmett Brown, and if he is a relative of the old doc's, then the strange would be understood."

"And," the deputy added, "understated."

The next day the Sheriff drove out to Emmett Brown's home and knocked on his door. The Doctor was not in his home. He was busy in his work shop garage reverse engineering the Flux Capacitor and building a second one. "Great Scott," he said. "Genius, it's pure genius. I can't believe the simplicity of it." He grabbed a screw driver and began tightening a new screw in the second Flux Capacitor; he looked over and checked his schematics and notes. "I just have to wonder though, how it keeps shielded…"

A knock at his shop door sent the Doc into a freeze, he looked up in shock and began to scramble, covering his work. "One minute," he called out to whoever was knocking. The Doc pulled a canvas down which was partially covering the Delorean and straightened his lab coat, finger combed his hair back, and walked to the door. He only stuck his head out and saw the Sheriff, "Yes? Oh, Sheriff. How are you?"

The Sheriff waved his hand and said, "Good day to you Doc. You can just call me Mike."

"Oh, sure, Mike," and the Doc slid from the doorway outside, making sure to conceal anything behind him, and closed the door behind him.

"Something going on in there?" asked the Sheriff.

"Oh, no. Not really. Just some tinkering. You know, patented stuff. Plus it's a real mess in there."

The Sheriff said, "Nothing dangerous I hope? Nothing you don't have permits for?"

The Doc laughed nervously, "Oh, heavens no, Sheriff… Mike. All permitted, all safe…"

"Won't start a fire?"

The Doc laughed again and pointed at the Sheriff in a jiving manner, "Will not start a fire."

"I'm not joking, Emmett. The last fire you started…"

The Doc fanned his hands back nervously and said, "Well, yes, things did get a little out of hand THAT time. But I assure you, there is no danger of a fire with what I am working with today."

"Okay, good. Well Emmett, I have had a few calls… you know how some people are in this town, and there has been report of a young man living with you, a stranger…"

The Doc laughed, "Oh yes. Yes there is. My nephew."

"Your nephew?" the Sheriff asked?

"Yes, my nephew. Just visiting for a while… a short while… then he will be back off to when… where he came from." The Doctor rubbed his forehead, "Is there a problem with that?"

The Sheriff said, "Oh, no Emmett. Not a problem with that. It's not against the law to have a visitor."

"He's not in any trouble is he?"

The Sheriff scratched at his head some, "Well, Emmett, there has been some disturbances, minor I may add. No real proof he was involved, some of it from a less than savory source. I just had to come out and check things. He's not here because he was getting in trouble back home?"

"No. Nothing like that. He's a fine, fine boy. Good kid. Just in for a visit. I don't get to see him a lot. He's my only nephew, Marty is."

"Marty? Someone from town told me his name is Calvin Klein."

The Doc's voice rose in pitch, "Yes, Calvin Klein. My sister's son. She married a Klein. A good family, the Kleins. His name is Calvin Matthew Klein. I call him Marty, sort of a pet name."

"Ah ha." The Sheriff gave the Doc a most curious stare, then snapped out of it, "Well, then. Good to know you have it all under control."

"Yes sir," Doc said, "It's all under control here. Nothing out of the bounds of control."

The Sheriff shyly nodded and said, "Okay, then Doc. I will let you get back to work."

The two began to depart, one to his patrol car and one back into his garage, when the Sheriff stopped, turned and said, "Hey Doc."

The Doc froze in place, a look of horror on his face, "Yes, Sheriff?"

Sheriff Mike was digging in his pocket for something and found it, a photograph. "You're a pretty smart guy. Have you ever seen one of these?"

The Doc took the photo from the Sheriff and saw the Delorean time machine. His eyes were wide in shock, the hand holding the photo trembled a little, and he gulped. He then said, in a bright and cheery fashion, "This, yes, well this is unique indeed."

"Then you know what it is?"

"Sure I do. Very expensive weather monitoring equipment. Not many of them made."

The Sheriff said, "Weather monitoring, huh?" He took the photo back and said, "Yeah, well I could see that. I just have to wonder why they would have one over at the Lyon Estates construction site."

"Well, Sheriff, construction halts with bad weather. There is a lot of money going in to that sub division. I wouldn't be surprised if they were keeping abreast any changes which could delay them in the distant future."

The Sheriff pursed his lips, "The distant future? How far in the future can this machine predict the weather?"

The Doc looked at the Sheriff with grave sincerity, "Far, far in to the future."

The Sheriff laughed and shook the photo towards the Doc in a jester of a wag, "You won't believe this, but a kid… Otis Peabody's boy, Sherman, took this picture. He was convinced this was a time machine… came from the future."

The Doc let out a boisterous façade of a laugh and wiggled his fingers around his head, "Kid's. What imaginations"

The Sheriff agreed, "Yeah, what imaginations. Well, be seeing you Doc."

The Sheriff finally left and Doc Brown swept back into his shop, slamming the door behind him. "Great Scott. I have to hurry. The coppers are almost on to us."

The night was here. It was the night the teens in Hill Valley had all been looking forward to, it was the night of 'The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.' Sheriff Mike placed his key next to the Sheriff's office door to unlock it when he noticed the light was on inside, and the door already unlocked. He stepped inside and saw his deputy there. The Sheriff said, "I thought you were going to take the night off."

The deputy replied, "I didn't have anything else to do tonight. Plus, the weather is supposed to get kind of nasty. I thought you might need a little help."

The Sheriff sat behind his desk and said, "Well, thanks. The dance should be about over. Any troubles?"

"No sir. It's all quiet as church out there."

The phone rang.

Sheriff Mike's head slumped, "I guess I am just in time for that to change." He answered the phone, "Hello? Hello Miss Blare," the Sheriff stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes, "What can I do for you now Miss Blare? Yes- yes. What? Are you sure? Okay. Yes, we will Miss Blare. Thank you."

The Sheriff hung up the phone and the deputy laughed, "What's the matter? Too many poodle skirts running around tonight?"

"No," said Sheriff Mike. "She said there is some funny activity over at the clock tower. She said it looks like Doctor Emmett Brown."

The deputy asked, "Need me to go check it out?"

"Yeah. Why don't you do that. Make sure the Doctor isn't about to set a fire or anything."

"Sure thing," said the deputy. He started out the door. The Sheriff asked, "Taking a patrol car?"

"No, it's a short walk."

The deputy stepped out and noticed the wind had begun to blow hard; he looked up in the sky. "Nasty weather."

When the deputy arrived at the clock tower, indeed the Doctor was there. Some sort of contraction was covered by a canvas on a pull behind, and the doctor was messing with a long line coming across the clock tower grounds. The deputy asked what the doctor had going on, and the doctor explained the contraction was a weather monitoring device, and promised the deputy there would be no fires.

The deputy returns to the Sheriff's office and updates the Sheriff. The Sheriff asked, "A weather monitoring device?"

"Yep."

The Sheriff pulled open a desk drawer and removed a photograph. He reached up and gave it to the deputy asking, "Did it look like this?"

The deputy looked at the photo, "Well. Sort of. I guess…" Then the deputy noticed something in the photo which was exactly like what was under the canvas out by the clock tower, "Wait. Yeah. This is it. This is what is under the canvas out there."

The Sheriff took the photo in his shirt pocket and grabbed his hat. The deputy asked, "What's wrong?"

"Maybe nothing, maybe something. The Doc and I had a little talk about this weather monitor just the other day."

"What, is it dangerous?"

The Sheriff was on his way out the door, "I don't know. But I don't think the Doctor is supposed to have it."

The deputy laughed, "You think he stole it? Emmett Brown? Come on…"

The Sheriff said, "There's only one way to find out. I'll be back in a bit."

The deputy inquired, "You don't need back up?"

"With Emmett Brown? No. I need you here by the phone in case we get any calls."

The deputy said, "Will do, Sheriff."

There was a crack of lightning as soon as the Sheriff stepped out the door. Anxiously he looked up into the storm rolling through the sky. There it was again, that gut feeling he could not ignore, the one which told him something was very wrong. He began to trot down the street when he heard the roar of a car engine, a very powerful car engine. The clock tower peeked above the trees, and the Sheriff began to trot faster. Again, there was a powerful revving of a car engine. The Sheriff's feet went faster.

The Sheriff rounded the corner of the street on which the clock tower stood. Flying down the street was some sort of strange car, or weather monitoring device, it was so odd looking the Sheriff could not make up his mind which he wished to think of it as.

The car came streaking up the road, and then there was a bright flash of light as lightning struck the clock tower. Snaps of energy spilled out in front of the car, flashing harsh shadows across the Sheriff's face, and then the car was gone. The Sheriff could not blink. If the car had exploded, there should have been something left behind. It was as if it had vanished. It was as if it had left this street in a cloud of fire and smoke with the expectation of coming back out somewhere else.

The Sheriff removed his hat, "Sherman was right. It's a car traveling through time."