The Great Chase

by EmmettMcFly55 and bttf4444

As Cliff steals Doc's time machine - with Jennifer - Doc and Marty follow him to 2017. After meeting up with Griff and picking up more girls, they hop into other universes - as Doc and allies chase him. Includes universes by EmmettMcFly55 and bttf4444.

26. Chapter 25

June 21, 1968
8:30 AM PDT
Clint Eastwood Universe

Clint Calvin Eastwood sighed, as he stepped outside. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly - and the temperature was just perfect. However, it was far from being your average day - just as he thought of all the visitors sleeping in the upstairs rooms and the downstairs living room. Alex and Emily were also asleep, as they were in the downstairs guest room. The elder locals had quite occupied the tenth bedroom upstairs - and all were wake, now.

"Are you certain that this is such a good idea, Doc?" asked Emmett, jolting Clint out of his thoughts. "I mean, inviting all of your descendants over here? Don't you think that this place is already crowded?"

"Hey, I didn't see the harm in it," Clint protested, defensively. "They all know about the time time machine, and I'd figured that they'd all be curious about..."

"Right," Chris agreed, nodding, "and I didn't want for Jules and Verne to feel left out. It still feels so strange, thinking that Verne married Mallory. Olivia has a baby due in a month - and Scott and Benjy were born, just recently."

"I guess this is quite a big year," Clint replied, sighing, "for having babies. Of course, I had no idea that I would have a twin. Well, it looks as if Alex and Emily are following in the footsteps of Verne and Mallory."

"That is fascinating," agreed Chris. "So, uh, what about George and Lorraine - seeing as how they now know..."

"George and Lorraine also wanted to come," added Claudia. "Verne and Mallory went to visit the twins, in fact - and I really felt rather shocked to hear that... that Mallory was nursing baby Marty. Seeing as Marty is, technically, Clint's younger self - it quite seems strange to think that Mallory was nursing her... her grandfather."

"I think Alex brought that up, last night," Clint pointed out, softly. "and I agree that it seems a... a little odd. Still, by now, we should be quite used to such strangeness. By the way, it'll be hard to not tell my younger self about... the future that he's destined for. I wonder how this whole thing will... affect his twin."

"At least, for me," Claudia added, softly, "it'll really be some time, until I see my... my younger self. After all, my family rather won't be moving to Hill Valley - for quite some time. At any rate, I'm sure that our visitors would also like to meet our descendants."

"I guess you guys do make good points," Emmett replied, sighing, "about inviting your descendants over. I'll be very happy to see Danny, again - especially if he's moved to Elmdale. It's so strange to think that, out of the whole deal, I gained a new relative."

"It's sure nice of Seamus to offer to make pancakes for us," added Clara. "The other guests - not to be confused with our inter-dimensional visitors - have also offered to bring some fruit and pastries along. They are all being quite accommodating of us."

"They are," Clint agreed, softly, "and I really feel so bad about missing my grandson's party. He seems to be rather understanding, nonetheless. Some have also offered to bring bacon, as well as eggs - so that we don't have just sweets."

"You should maybe install some transport tubes to your mansion," suggested Claudia. "That would save us on fuel. Even with the invention of non-toxic fuel, the prices are still a bit expensive. Plus, let's admit it - they're fun! Even for an old geezer like me."

"C'mon, Claudia," chided Clint, "you are not an old geezer. Especially not with modern technology."

"Your hubby's right," agreed Emmett, nodding. "But, no, I really don't wish to install transport tubes to my mansion. I'm more of an old-fashioned - and, besides, I think this world is already connected enough. I mean, with cellphones and the internet..."

"Well, I guess you have a point," Clint replied, sighing. "So, anyway, when were we going to serve out first visitors? I think we start with Group One, where the folks from 1987 and 2017 are sharing a room - along with Groups Two and Three, which are also sharing a room. And Group Four, who are in a room to themselves, conclude the first shift. I think Groups Five through Eight form the next shift. Groups Five and Eight are sharing a room, while Groups Six and Seven each have their own rooms."

"Oh, no, you've got it backwards," corrected Chris. "Groups One through Four would be the last shift, with Groups Five through Eight being the second last shift. The first shift are the ones occupying Partition B of the living room, since they really were amongst the last to join the group. At any rate, the first shift would be at 9:30 - with 11:30 being the last shift. There are five shifts, and each are a half hour apart."

"Oh, yes, duh!" gasped Clint, slapping his forehead. "I guess I'm still a little out of it."

"Don't worry about it," Emmett replied, softly. As he glanced up, he added, "Well, it looks like the first of our guests have arrived."

"Good morning, everyone!" Seamus McFly said, as he enthusiastically entered the mansion. "Here I am, as we agreed. I figured I'd better come over early, since I wanted to bake some pancakes."

"Good morning, Seamus" Clint greeted warmly. "It's nice to see you. Yeah, it'll take just one hour before the first group will come down to eat. It'll be Groups 17 to 21, if I remember correctly."

"I have no idea what that is supposed to mean" Seamus said, walking over to the kitchen. "But I suppose I'll find out soon. Could you show me where everything is located, Doctor Von Braun?"

"Sure, Mr. McFly" Emmett provided. He and Seamus headed off for the kitchen, leaving Clint and the others standing on the doorstep.

"It sure is a beautiful day" Clara said, thoughtfully. "I hope that our visitors will appreciate the warm weather as well. They could hang around a little and have some fun. After all, it'll take a while before they get home."

"Don't even consider it" her husband said. "The appreciation, I mean. I remember today better than most other days from the original sequence of 1935 to 1985 that I lived through, and it was very warm weather. I know, since I went for a walk in the morning, excited that Marty had finally been born the previous day, and had a case of hyperthermia when I was on my way back. I even fainted and had to go to the hospital. Luckily it wasn't the same hospital Lorraine and little Marty were in, or my presence might've really altered the situation."

"It might" Clint considered. "Not too big of a chance, of course, but it might have, yes." He smiled. "Well, I'm glad you came out fine. And with everything going on today, I don't think Emmett is going to have time to make the same mistake you did."

"Yeah, you're right" Chris said. "Oh, there's the second visitor. That's quick."

"Mike!" Claudia gushed. "Marta! How nice to see you! Where's Rachel?"

"Oh, we had a minor accident when parking the car" Mike said. "Hit another one in our hurry. Not much damage, but the owner insisted we'd pay for it. Rachel should be doing that now. I had to go - couldn't wait to see Alex and the whole situation that's going on here."

"I figured so" Clint said, with a smirk. "You can't see Alex yet, though - Emily and he are still asleep. I think they made it a little later last night than we intended them to make it. And of course, they are still tired from yesterday. One can't argue it wasn't a very exhausting day."

"You were like that, too," Claudia pointed out, coyly, "when you were his age." She turned to Marta, as she added, "So, uh, how's school going for you?"

"It's been great," replied Marta, cheerfully. "The work is a little challenging, but I quite learn a lot. My teachers say that I'll probably make honour roll, again."

"That's good to hear," gushed Claudia, as she drew the young teenager into a hug.

"I see George and Lorraine!" called out Seamus. "Man, I still can't get over how much my great-granddaughter-in-law resembles my... my late wife. Gosh, I miss Mags."

"It looks like Verne and Mallory came along," added Chris, as the quartet stepped out of the car. "How are you folks doing?"

"We're doing just great, Dad!" replied Verne, smiling. "I think it'll be great, if our Benjy grows to become close to the McFly twins."

"I see no reason why that couldn't happen," replied George. "Man, I can't believe that I... that I'm actually related to those Eastwoods. I guess my long time friend, Sean, is my descendant. I must say, this is just so..."

"Speaking of Sean," Lorraine added, smiling, "I see him pulling up, right now. I wonder why Samantha isn't with him."

"Well, she is part of the Hill Valley Preservation Society," George pointed out. "I think Carol Vincent has called for a meeting, early this morning. I've always been real fond of Goldie Wilson, but I disagree with his stance towards replacing the clock tower."

"I had lost a ton of respect for Goldie!" groused Sean, as he joined the group. "I used to be quite supportive of that man - but, I must say, he really let me down. Anyway, Lorrie, I left Scott with your parents. Your mother didn't seem to mind, so..."

"I think she misses having a baby in the house," Lorraine replied, sighing wistfully. "I mean, even Ellen is just one year shy of becoming a teenager - so... Maybe later, we can have the babies come over - but, for now, I figured that it probably wasn't a real good idea."

"I see Jules and Olivia!" announced Verne. "It seems so strange to think we both have children due to be born this year. Of course, Benjy's already born."

"You're probably real happy to have beaten your older brother to the punch," Mallory replied, snickering. "I simply felt the same way, when our Benjy was born two months prior to that of Scott."

"C'mon, sis," chided Sean. "I mean, seriously, do you really have to turn every little thing into a competition?"

Clint rolled his eyes, in good-natured way - as he recalled how he used to have a very similar relationship with his own siblings.

"Hey, guys!" called out Olivia, as she and Jules left the car. "Man, this just looks like a very full house! So, uh, what's this about... interdimensional visitors?"

"This is a very intriguing concept," mused Jules. "I mean, I used to have dreams that Verne and I grew up in the late 19th Century. At least, at the time, I thought it was a dream - but, now, it seems like it might've been... something else."

"I hear ya, bro," agreed Verne. "I simply remember how disappointed I felt, when the dreams stopped. I was only five, at the time."

"Well, I hear that the twins are rather healthy," Olivia commented, smiling. "In just a little over a month, our Harmony will be born. This is so exciting."

"It is," confirmed Lorraine. "I can't get how, in most other timelines and worlds, Marty doesn't have a twin. At least, Calvin Klein's 'fire to the living room rug' warning makes a little more sense. Well, we will quite have to try to make sure that that doesn't happen. Plus, I don't like to think of myself as a harsh parent."

"You sure must've punished him quite harshly," added George, "in the original timeline. Then again, in that timeline, our lives were considerably different."

"Yeah, you guys were different," explained Clint, as he reflected on the timeline that he originated from. The one where not only was 1985 very much less advanced than the 1968 of the current timeline - but where the rest of his family members were also far less happy, ambitious, and successful. "This time, things will be quite different."

"I see Uncle Oliver and Aunt Marie," called out Emmett. A smile spread across his face, as he added, "And I see that Daniel also joined them."

"I was always very fond of my Uncle Oliver," added Chris, "but he died prior to 1955 - so, as such, I never had a chance to... Well, in this timeline, he is still rather alive and healthy. Indeed, this is very nice."

"How is my dear nephew doing?" called out Oliver, as the trio stepped out of the car. "So, uh, I hear that you had a big day. Not just with the twins being born, but..."

"So, I understand that my various counterparts were kidnapped by... some Tannen bullies?" asked Marie, shuddering. "I might say, this thought really..."

"I do not blame you, sweetie," replied Clint, as he placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders. It did not matter much that his daughter was over seventy years old. For that moment - Marie was, once again, his little girl. "I can imagine how that might..."

"And here comes the last of our guests, I believe," called out Chris. "I see Emmett and John, along with Starla and Ida. I guess that would be everyone."

"No, not quite," Mike replied, softly. "We're still waiting for Rachel to get her business taken care of, as well as for Sam's meeting to end."

"Howdy, everyone!" called out Emmett E, as the quartet stepped out of the car. "This is just so ... So, if I sure understand correctly, a bunch of my counterparts from other worlds showed up?"

"Essentially, yes," replied Clint, in a near whisper. "Most of them are just named Marty McFly Jr - but, yeah, they would be your counterparts. In addition, most of them are also nineteen - except for one, who is 49 years old."

"Heavy" Emmett E replied, eyes widening for a brief moment. "Um, did you just say 'most of them'... as opposed to 'all'... on purpose?"

"Yes, I did" Clint answered. "As a matter of fact, there are a lot more look-alikes, than the counterparts that are really your other selves - being my son, I mean. Apparently, there's a guy named Calvin Klein III, and a lot of Alexes which are Marty Junior's twin."

"Calvin Klein III?" Lorraine replied, stunned. "You mean that in that world, the same thing happened as it occurred here... but in 1955, instead of 1885?"

"That is correct, Lorraine... Mom... Lorraine" Clint said, as a smile appeared on his face. "What do you think I should call you? I'm a little split on the issue myself."

"Lorraine, definitely" his mother replied, as she shook her head. "This whole business is confusing enough for me without you constantly reminding me you're my son. After all, you are roughly seventy years older than me... as opposed to thirty years younger."

"Yeah, that's a good point" Clint replied. "Of course, I've called you Lorraine ever since we first met - well, first met since 1885, I mean... and the same with George. I couldn't call you 'Mom' and 'Dad', then... so I guess I just called you by your names then, and I am used to it now. It would sound really odd for me to call you 'Mom' and 'Dad' again."

"All right, appointment made" George said, smiling. "So, are the dimensional visitors still asleep?"

"They should be" Clint confirmed. "They can sleep as long as they wish - Emmett and I made some general estimates, based on the amount of sleep one receives normally and would need after such a long period... that's where all the duplicates come in handy, they all have roughly the same sleep needs - and even if someone oversleeps and misses the breakfast they should eat, then we'll simply give them a place at the next breakfast table, since there is enough for everyone. There might even some left over for you guys to take something - or any of the others."

"Well, I don't know about the others," Marie said, "but Oliver and I already ate this morning. Of course, by the time the left-overs are there, we might feel hungry enough for another meal, but for now, we'll just sit here and eat nothing. A hundred and sixty-eight... or whatever you said it was... is indeed a lot of people." She looked around. "Don't you agree, Daniel... Daniel?"

"Emmett and he probably went off again" Chris said. "You know them." He shook his head. "It's so odd to see me with a best friend that I never grew up with. Of course, I always did have my cousins, Leanne and Karen, but Daniel is entirely new to me."

"Speaking of Leanne and Karen," Claudia replied, thoughtfully, "I remember to hear from some of the versions of Chris and Emmett from the PF worlds, that they didn't even exist in there."

"PF worlds?" Starla repeated, confused. "Um, I think that'll require an explanation."

"We'll get to that, in just a minute," replied Clint. "Anyway, as I was saying, we do not wish for our visitors to feel very pressured into getting up - even when their breakfast shift is just beginning. After all, they've had a rather long trip."

"Right," Chris replied, nodding, "and there is another thing that we really need to take into consideration. We actually need to consider not only how long our various visitors have been on the trip - but also the time of day it was in their world, when they..."

"Holy shit!" gasped Clint. "I didn't even think about that! Although, now that you've mentioned it, I think Amy... Good Amy... has mentioned that it was the middle of a work day for her."

"Yes, I do remember her mentioning that," confirmed Chris. "Well, if our plan takes until well into the evening - which would be most likely - we should encourage Good Amy to take a nap, prior to sending her back to her world."

"What's this about Good Amy and Bad Amy?" Starla asked, confused.

"Well, this is where the PF worlds come into play," explained Chris. "I understand that another good Amy may also need our help, since the bad Amy has simply just cleaned out her bank account. I'm not sure of what we can do, exactly."

"Yeah, and the you of that world," added Clint, "can't exactly go back in time, and prevent the bad Amy from wiping clean the good Amy's bank account. That would just be asking for a super-massive paradox, especially with 23 worlds being involved."

"Good point," agreed Chris. "I can't even fathom just how much damage such a paradox might cause. So, anyway, about the different worlds..."

"Oh, yes," replied Clint, nodding, "there are rather a few differences between the EJ and PF worlds. It seems that there are considerable differences in the family trees of the McFlys, the Browns, and the Tannens. Then, of course, there's Amy."

"We also have folks here from the Mind Warped and Teens In Time Universes," added Claudia. "I actually remember Mind Warped - and, apparently, the movie has a couple sequels. That's in the EJ worlds. In the PF Worlds, Teens In Time replaces Mind..."

"That is heavy!" gasped Mike. "So, uh, are you saying that people from the fictional movies actually... are also here?" As Claudia nodded, he added, "I wonder if it might be possible... for us to also be fictional."

"In fact, that is the case," Chris replied, in a near whisper. As all the guests gave out a loud gasp, he added, "Back to the Future is what the trilogy's called."

"In fact," added Clint, "our visitors did leave the movies with us. Mind Warped, Teens In Time, and Back to the Future. I don't know if we'll have time to watch them, today - but we could make copies for all of us."

"That might just be possible," agreed Chris. "I watched a little bit of Mind Warped, last night - and, incredibly enough, our DVD player does recognize the inter-dimensional DVDs. They also left us the two movies that comprise the premise of Mind Warped, but those are on videocassette. I watched a little bit of one of them, as well."

"Our visitors quite left some music with us, as well," added Clint. "In most of the other worlds, my other self goes on to become a rock star - so, in a sense, we have several CDs of... of my recording. Also, there are some CDs by Huey Lewis and the News left with us - along with Led Zeppelin."

"Oh, yeah, Alex had been wanting to hear Led Zeppelin," Claudia explained. "I'll be so happy to hear that band, again - and I'm sure Clint will be, as well."

"Who is Led Zeppelin?" Marta asked, with wide eyes.

"They were a band that was formed by Jimmy Page of The Yardbirds," explained Clint. "I think they're actually together, right now - but they're currently known as The New Yardbirds. They also include the session musician, John Paul Jones - and two talented young boys from Birmingham, England. I think you'll like them."

"Well, that is quite interesting," Starla replied, nodding. As she looked up, she added, "I see Samantha, now - and it looks like she gave Rachel a ride here, as well."

"By the way, Starla, I just thought of something!" gasped Clint. "Your maiden name is Stebbs. I wonder if you might just be an ancestor to Stephanie and Stacy Stebbs. On the other hand, though, Ida is the one to bear a physical resemblance to the girls."

"That sounds so interesting, indeed," agreed Ida, nodding. "I can hardly wait to meet them."

"Hi, guys!" called out Samantha, as she and Rachel stepped out of the car. "I just got here from the meeting, and Rachel asked me to pick her up. Right now, I do not know what to think of Goldie Wilson. The sad thing is, he and Carol used to be very close."

"I wonder how this is affecting their spouses, Sarah and Terry," replied Clint. "Well, we have more important matters to deal with - even though I do side with Carol on the clock tower issue. The visitors are all still asleep, as are Alex and Emily."

"Say, what about Sabrina Palmer?" asked Emmett M. "Do you expect that she may..."

"Oh yeah, that's right!" Chris exclaimed. "She does usually come over to Emmett's house, every Saturday, and frequently pn Friday afternoon, too. Given that today is Friday, I'm not sure we can take the risk. While Sabrina is a good friend of me, and I'd have no problems with telling her about the time machine, she sure is only ten years old."

"Well, Dr. Brown," Emmett M replied, "You did tell Jules and Verne about the time machine, when they were younger than what Sabrina is now. I don't really know Sabrina all too well, but I'm sure that she can be trusted... even if she's just ten years old."

"Yes, you might be right" Chris said, sighing. "Well, we don't know if she'll come over, yet - and as long as she doesn't appear, I'm not going to worry too much. After all, one should learn from the past, plan for the future, but live for today."

"I'm not sure whether that especially applies here, but yeah, I agree" Clint said, chuckling. "Anyway - you guys must be feeling quite neglected, standing here on the doorstep. Come in."

"It wasn't that bad, but yeah, I was kind of urging for a place to sit" Mike replied. "Come on, Marta, let's go inside."

The little girl followed, as did the rest of the group, and they all went inside. As they entered the living room and saw the well-decorated breakfast tables, gasps went up as they saw all the arrangements that had been made in such a short time - and realised for the first time just how much visitors the mansion now hosted.

"Try to be rather quiet," warned Emmett B, as he and Daniel returned to the group. "Some of our visitors are sleeping behind that partition. We have about an hour left, until we serve our first group. Of course, if any of them are still tired - they sure can sleep a little longer."

"So, uh, I guess turning on the radio is out of the question?" asked Marta.

"I'm afraid so," replied Emmett B. "Although, our visitors do seem to like the music we have here. We'll have plenty of time for that, later."

"Aye, and I reckon I'd better start making those pancakes," added Seamus. "Oh, and my homemade syrup. It's a good thing we have thermo-boxes, nowadays."

"Oh, yes," agreed Emmett B. "They'll not only simply keep the pancakes fresh, but the pancakes will also remain the proper temperature."

Clint smiled, as the rest of the group followed Seamus into the kitchen. He thought of how much Emmett B, who was not normally a very sociable type, must be feeling just a little unease by the situation. Indeed, they were in for another long day.

oooooooooo

Natalie Nelson stretched, just as she woke up. She glanced at Amy Needles, who was lying next to her. It seemed strange to think that this was not the same Amy that she knew as her best friend. On the other hand, this sure also was not the bully Amy who had assisted the Tannens in capturing various girls. Still, it seemed so strange to think that this Amy did not know Natalie as her best friend.

She glanced around her section, where she saw fifteen other mattresses. Most of the others were simply sleeping with their significant others. Two of the Dr. Browns simply slept together, as well as two of the Marty McFly Srs - with one being named "Calvin".

She realized that she was sleeping on the wrong side of the living room. Still, she quite did not care - as she felt bad for the Amy that was captured by her evil counterpart.

It sure seemed strange to think that three of the mattresses held the characters from Mind Warped, which she sure knew to be a fictional movie trilogy. One of the girls did, in fact, simply resemble Leslie O'Malley - otherwise known as "Spike" from Griff's gang. One of the others quite resembled the Stebbs twins - and the third actually resembled a girl that some of the other versions of Marty Jr were dating, Suzy MacArthur.

She sighed, as she saw two men who quite looked like Dr. Brown step into her section of the living room. She was starting to feel a little hungry, in fact.

"Well, it looks like there is one person awake already" one of the men said. "Must be from one of the newer universes... what's your name, miss?" He looked over at the name tag. "Ah. Natalie Nelson. Mind if I ask what your relation is to my counterpart?"

"No, I don't" Natalie said, sighing as she stood up from the mattress. It was quite comfortable, but it was good to be up again. She noticed she could think much clearer than before. "I'm the sister of Aaron and Ryan Nelson. I'm sure that doesn't say much to you, but my father was the bassist in Marty McFly's band... Zach Nelson... and besides that, my mother is Clara Parker, Jennifer's great-great-grandmother whose life Uncle Marty and Aunt Jennifer saved on their trip to the Old West. Therefore, I am aware of the time machine - and though I'm not as close to you as some of the others, I do consider you my friend."

"Ah, okay" the man said. "Well, now that you've said who you are, I'll do the same. My name is Christopher Lloyd Brown, and I'm Doc Brown's counterpart, as I suppose you already knew. My companion here is my younger self, Emmett Von Braun, the owner of this mansion."

"Nice to meet you" Natalie said. "And thanks for being able to sleep in your mansion."

Dr. Von Braun shrugged. "It was the least I could do" he muttered, appearing a little shy.

Natalie, in the meantime, was distracted. "What's that smell?" she asked, sniffing a bit. "Smells like pancakes..."

"That is correct" Chris said. "Seamus McFly agreed to make some of his special pancakes for you guys. He's been baking them for over half an hour now, and they look very good. My wife, Clara, has just gone off to one of the local supermarkets, to buy some more ingredients, since we're running out of it. She's planning to buy at least 25 bags of pancake flour, 5 cans of sirup, and a lot of butter as well. That way, we won't run out of it soon."

"Ah, that sounds good" Natalie said, smiling. "Must be a lot of work to you, though..."

"Definitely" Chris replied. "But we don't mind. Like Emmett said, it's the least we could do for you."

As Natalie was thinking what to say in response, she heard another groan near to her. She looked around, and saw that the version of Marty McFly that was renamed 'Calvin' was waking up as well.

"This is heavy..." he muttered. "I feel like I've slept forever... what... what time is it, Jen?"

"I'm afraid that your wife can't provide you with said statistics at the moment" Emmett said. "However, I can and will do so. At the moment, it is 9:18 A.M. and fifteen seconds, on Friday, June 21st of 1968, Pacific Daylight Time according to the Californian timezone."

Calvin blinked at the familiar sound. "Doc?" he said, opening his eyes. "Doc? What are you doing here in my room?"

"You're not in your room" Chris said, startling Calvin, who had clearly not expected to see two versions of his best friend around. "Instead, you are in another universe, and when you look around, you will see there is a lot more versions of you there, along with me's and other people that you know well, or that your counterparts know well."

Calvin nodded, clearly remembering again what had happened. "Oh yeah" he muttered. "The chase." As he, too, smelt the pancakes, he sat up straighter and asked: "When are we going to have breakfast? I'm kind of hungry."

"Should be at 9:30, but that could be delayed by one or two minutes - not too much, but it could happen" Chris said. "There's pancakes, bread, croissants and a lot of other breakfast goods according to what we all figured you would like. I'm afraid you'll have to wait ten minutes to a quarter for it, but we weren't ready earlier. We do have a lot of people to serve, you know. In the meantime, you could maybe read a book, or talk to Natalie here."

"Hello" the mentioned said.

"Hi" Calvin said back.

"That's what I meant" Chris said. "But now, we have to go. Emmett and I have a lot of other things to do today after all. Goodbye." With that, he left the room, Emmett following, and both Natalie and Calvin looked after them until they had completely disappeared out of the room, and silence returned. "So," Calvin then began, as he turned to Natalie, "and now what?"

"Well, it feels good to have had a nice rest," Natalie replied, nervously. "So, uh, I guess you're from the same universe as the Amy lying next to me." As soon as the words came out, she felt like kicking herself. "I mean, uh..."

"Yes, that is the case," replied Calvin, softly. "I had no idea of... But, yeah, I'm glad that we were able to..."

Suddenly, there was a groan next to Natalie. "Ah, what time is it?" muttered Amy.

"Apparently, it's a little after 9:30," Natalie replied, as she turned towards her sleeping partner. "Did you, uh, have a good rest?"

"Uh, I guess so," muttered Amy. "I had a horrible nightmare. Dreamed that I was on lunch break, and I was really eating with some friends. As we were leaving, we were captured by two men who resembled Griff - and a girl who looked like me, but was so nasty. She even claimed to have my name. Then we were on a train, and it... It was terrible."

"Uh, Amy," Natalie replied, nervously. "I'm not too sure of how to tell you this, but... Well, that was not a dream. It really did happen - and now we're in another world, in the year 1968!"

"1968!" gasped Amy, as her eyes flew wide open. She started at Natalie, just as she gasped, "Who... Who are you?" She glanced around a room, before adding. "Where am I?"

"You're in Dr. Brown's mansion," explained Natalie, "in the year 1968. I am Natalie. I, apparently, don't exist in your world. But, uh, in my worlds... Well, in my world, you are my best friend."

"This is certainly... weird," muttered Amy. Perking up, she added, "Oh, yeah, now I remember! I guess this wasn't a dream, then. I guess time travel really is real, as well as... travel to other worlds."

"That's correct," replied Natalie. "I can understand how this would all seem..."

"So, in your world, we are very best friends?" Amy asked, stunned. Natalie nodded, as she smiled at her best friend's counterpart. "Say, uh, was it the me of your world that... that practically had her bank account cleaned out by... by the evil me?"

"No, that wasn't our world," replied Natalie, softly. "That was really, uh, a few worlds before us. Man, but I do feel bad for her."

"At least, she wasn't captured," Amy replied, sighing. "But, still, if she didn't quite know about time travel..."

"This is a strange experience, indeed," agreed Calvin. "It's so strange to think that... that I'm lying right next to my counterpart. We might have different first names, but we are still the same person."

Almost as if on cue, the Marty lying next to him also woke up. "Jenn? You here?"

"I'm afraid not," replied Calvin. "Well, we all certainly could have used the rest."

As Natalie glanced towards the centre of the room, she saw the entire cast of Mind Warped waking up - along with the cast of another trilogy. Teens Within Time, she believed it was called. Or was it called Teens Out Of Time? Either way, it seemed so strange to her. Both casts has a character who was portrayed by Crispin Glover - who, as she understood, resembled a young George McFly. In fact, he had even played Jordan McCoy in the original film adaption of A Match Made In Space.

"Man, what a dream!" muttered Melissa. She then glanced around the room, before adding. "I can't believe it! Todd and Brent are both here, as are their girlfriends. It's strange to see the cast of Teens In Time here, as well."

"Tell me about it," muttered Mallory. "We're in an exact same situation as you lot are."

"Well, everyone is in the same situation, a bit" the girl whose name tag read 'Kelly' said. "Well, not the same as Todd and I, of course, but there are similarities everywhere. However, I've come to understand that there is someone here, who does have a similar experience to what everyone thinks we have."

"Oh yeah, that man named Calvin Klein Nine" Todd M remembered. "Of course, he really did date and marry his mother - while we are by no means mother and son, nor have we ever been."

"It's a weird situation, indeed" Brent A agreed. "Well, anyway, what time is it? I have to admit I'm kind of hungry."

"I believe it's a few minutes after 9:30 in the morning" Natalie said. "That's what Dr. Von Braun said, at least... or his counterpart did, I don't remember."

"You're incorrect" a familiar voice said. Natalie turned around, and recognized Marty McFly Sr from the world where he was a genius inventor, who had apparently just woken up. "According to the watch that I reset to match the current time, it is currently exactly nine hours, twenty minutes and twelve seconds after midnight. Thus, the time is slightly less than ten minutes before 9:30, not a few minutes afterwards."

"Yeah, you're probably right" Natalie admitted. "Anyway, the other versions of Dr. Brown said that breakfast would be ready at nine-thirty. I suppose we could leave the room, but that would probably disturb the other persons in the room, which might want to sleep for a few more minutes."

"Well, what's a few minutes on such a long time?" Mallory pointed out. "I see what you mean - but sleeping for a few more minutes won't make too much of a difference."

"Yeah, that's a good point" Calvin agreed. "Still, they should wake up when they want to, not when we want them to. We shouldn't force them to wake up."

"You're probably right" Mallory said. "Fine, then we'll just wait here and not make too much noise. It's only ten minutes, after all."

"Nine by now" Marty Sr Seventeen corrected.

"Fine, nine," Mallory replied, somewhat wearily. "Although, there is no such guarantee that Dr. Brown will have breakfast ready at precisely that time."

"Affirmative," Marty Sr Seventeen replied, stretching. "You really do construct a valid proposition. Still, my digestive organ could use some edible substance."

Natalie sighed, as she still had a tough time understanding the terminology of the super-genius Marty McFly Sr. "I wish we could listen to some music."

"Yeah," Amy agreed, nodding. "I'm really in the mood to get some Led out."

"Pardon me?" Marty Sr Seventeen asked, confused. "What on the third planet from the sun could you possibly want with some toxic weighty minerals?"

"Huh?" Amy asked, as she was clearly confused. Natalie couldn't blame her best friend's counterpart.

"She means Led Zeppelin," Natalie explained. "Y'know, as in the rock band from the..."

"I comprehend who Led Zeppelin are," replied Marty Sr Seventeen. "It just seemed to me as a perplexing choice of units of language to use, in order to articulate that declaration."

"All right, now you lost me," muttered Natalie. With that, all the other awake occupants of the room nodded. "Oh, my brain!"

"By the way, Natalie," Marty Sr Seventeen commented, scratching his forehead, "it looks as if you're sleeping on the wrong side of the partition."

"I guess I am," Natalie replied, swallowing. "Still, I wanted to sleep with Amy. Even if she isn't quite the Amy that I know as my best friend, I still wanted... Plus, it is quite fascinating to meet the cast of Mind Warped."

"I think we're the only ones of the whole group," commented Brent R, "to not be familiar with the concept of time travel. Even if we are familiar with the concept of alternate realities."

"Other than me," Amy was quick to point out. "I was not quite familiar with either concept, other than in works of science fiction."

"Sorry about that, Amy," Brent apologized. "Also, Todd and I - along with Trina and Rachel - are already quite used to the idea of being fictional."

"Not Melissa or I so much, though," replied Connor. "Although, I guess we should not be too surprised. Still, it does feel strange. I highly doubt that we'll ever have sequels in our world - especially since Michael J Fox and Crispin Glover will both be a little busy working on sequels for Teens In Time."

"Much like how Back to the Future was never released in our worlds, while it could have been" Calvin said. "After all, the writers of the Back to the Future scripts had no reasons to not come up with the exact same thing as they did in the other world - yet, they didn't. It's a very odd situation."

"It definitely is" Natalie agreed. "So, anyway, what are you guys planning to do today?"

Marty Sr Seventeen shrugged. "I haven't really let my mind process that particular consideration yet" he said. "I suppose I could conduct research again, but I have the feeling that it would be more useful to see whether I could help in getting us back home."

"Oh yeah, that issue" Connor said, nodding. "Let me know if I can help, okay? I did invent something to visit other worlds fairly recently, after all, even though it might not function quite the same as your devices."

"I will" Marty Sr Seventeen promised. "I just wish that I wrote down what dimensions we went through, though. That would make the whole thing a lot easier. Maybe the bus or the train has a memory of some sort... my truck does. Or maybe the locals of the dimensions remember which coordinates they originate from."

"I don't" Amy said. "Maybe our Dr. Brown does, though. You'd have to ask everyone."

"All right, guys, breakfast is served!" a somewhat familiar voice then called out. Natalie looked up, and recognised someone who looked a lot like Marty McFly, but older and with a mustache. "I'm not sure if you all know me, but I'm..."

"...Seamus McFly," Natalie guessed, "right? I heard about you before. Also, I was shown some pictures of you - even though in our world, you were not alive anymore in 1968."

"That's correct," Seamus confirmed, appearing less disturbed by the latter comment than he should be. "If any of you want to wait half an hour or more, they can join any of the next breakfast shifts. Those who want to eat now, can just follow me."

With that, all of the currently awake visitors - which consisted of Natalie, Amy, Calvin, Marty Srs Seventeen and Eighteen, and the entire casts of Mind Warped and Teens In Time - followed Seamus into the dining room, as they were careful to not disturb the others. For a minute, it looked as if Marty Emmett would awaken - but he just turned to his side, while remaining asleep.

It wasn't much of the surprise for the entirety of the last two groups to be awake, as they were the last groups to join them - and, at that, it was only around lunch time in their respective world. It was more of a surprise, however, that Natalie was actually the first to awaken - as she really was not even sleeping on her assigned side of the partition.

"I suppose turning on the radio would really be out of the question," commented Amy, sighing. "I really love the music you have, in this world."

"In that case," commented Clint, stepping into the dining room, "we could arrange to send you guys back to your worlds with some new CDs. But, yes, we should not turn the stereo on - until everyone sleeping downstairs is awake."

"All right, folks!" called out Chris, as he also stepped into the dining room. "We hope you all enjoy Seamus' special pancakes."

"Pancakes sound good," Melissa agreed, nodding. "I'm sure it's much better than that instant stuff that I usually prepare for Conner and me."

"It's not that bad," commented Connor, "but these pancakes do look good."

"Well, thank you" Seamus said, smiling. "We have some other things, as well, like baked eggs and bread slices to put it on, but they're not entirely ready yet, so for now, the pancakes will have to do."

"Oh, they will, definitely" Amy said, smiling as she took a bite. "It tastes delicious. Do you have some sirup or sugar to go with it?"

"Sure we do" Chris said. "Here you go." He passed the requested items over to Amy, and then sat down, taking a bite as well. He then gestured for Clint and Seamus to do the same, which they, being quite hungry themselves, did.

As the group had just began eating, Emmett Seventeen entered, a few moments later followed by Docs Eighteen and Nineteen. The last one smiled. "Forgot to wake me, Cal?" he asked, addressing his version of Marty, who had, after all, been renamed Calvin.

"I didn't forget, but, uh, Seamus said that I shouldn't" Calvin replied, a little uneasy about what to call his not-ancestor. "He wanted me to leave you be, figuring that you'd wake on your own when you wanted to."

"We did" Doc Eighteen said. "Or at least, Emmett and I did. Nineteen here was woken up by this way too enthusiastic counterpart of mine. A few others were woken up as well, but they went back to sleep. Nineteen said that he was probably not going to get much sleep anymore, and followed us to the dining room."

"I'm sorry" Emmett Seventeen apologized. "I should've been more subtle."

"That never has been one of your strongest points, has it?" Marty Sr Seventeen said, smirking.

"Hear who's talking" Emmett Seventeen responded.

"Now, calm down, you two" Clint said. "No use in getting into an argument about something that silly. Why don't you take something to eat instead."

Both men had to agree with that, and Emmett Seventeen sat down on a chair, followed by the two Doc's, and all of them continued eating their meal, remaining mostly quiet when doing so.

Natalie smiled, as she thought of how nice the atmosphere was. She was never all too fond of cold cereal, preferring to have hot breakfasts. She thought of how, in just a little over a month, she was planning to move into a new apartment. It was a rather bittersweet thought. While she was looking forward to becoming independent, she also would miss having her family.

She then glanced at her best friend's counterpart, and she was happy to see that Amy was enjoying herself.

"So, Mr. Brown, what's the plan?" asked Seamus. "I must say, this whole situation is a little odd. Anyway, what's the plan for those who aren't yet up?"

"Well, they can join us for the next breakfast shift," replied Chris. "Or else, the one after that. Although, there is a chance that the visitors who have been on the... the trip... the longest might not get up until... around lunch time."

"Good point," agreed Clint, "in which, by then, the present company might be feeling hungry - since a..."

"I was thinking a little about that, in fact," explained the local Emmett. "Instead of setting up tables, again, for lunch - as well as supper, since I expect for our project to take all day - we could just have a refreshment stand."

"That's a good idea," agreed Chris, nodding, "and then those of us who are native to this world can pick up some pizza, bread sticks, and other appetizers."

"That would probably be for the best," agreed Clint. "All the versions of Doc... except for Emmett Seventeen... and Marty Seventeen could help us out, while the others could just kick back and relax. I mean, they deserve it."

"I could help out, too," offered Brent R. "I mean, we come from a different world from most everyone else - but I am a scientist."

"I'd be happy to help, as well," added Connor. "I can't help but feel as if it's partially my fault that... that I got into this mess."

"Actually, I'm probably the one to blame," suggested Brent A, "since Charlie Penwell was from my world."

"None of you are at fault," Chris assured Brent A and Connor. "In this case, we'd be happy to have Brent R and Connor help. As for the others... They simply could listen to stereo, watch TV, or go on the computer. That should keep them entertained, for some time."

"Yeah," replied Chris, "and as of right now, we're making copies of all the films that our visitors brought over. What about the CDs? Should we make copies of them, too?"

"If I'm remembering correctly," explained Calvin, "I think CDs of Led Zeppelin and Huey Lewis and The News were brought along, as well as CDs from two different versions of... of myself. My son was listening to Led Zeppelin, when we..."

"From what I can quite deduct," explained Doc Nineteen, "Led Zeppelin exists in all the worlds involved, as does Huey Lewis and The News. It might be nice to have copies of Marty's recordings, though. Especially since, from what I can remember, one set was from one of the PF worlds - while the other set was from one of the EJ worlds."

"That should not be a problem, then," replied Chris. "Well, we should check and see if any of the other food is done."

Natalie smiled, as she released what an adventure-filled day she was in for. It was almost as if the torment they had suffered at the hands of the bullies was starting to pay off.

oooooooooo

Susan Clayton Brown stretched, as she opened her eyes. Her turned to her husband, who was still sleeping. She then glanced around the room, as she simply realized quite how crowded it looked. There were a total of seven mattresses in the room.

She glanced at the mattress that was right to her left, as she quite realized how the sight made her feel real uneasy. It was another version of Dr. Emmett Brown, along with a women who quite looked almost identical to her - other than the fact that her hair was actually few shades lighter. Susan remembered her name as Jessica.

She then glanced at the Marty Srs, who were sharing a mattress. They both seemed to sleeping, rather peacefully - in spite of their of situation. The Marty Jrs were each sleeping with their respective girlfriends, one of who was Suzy MacArthur - while the other was a girl with straight brown hair, whose name was Stephanie Stebbs.

She glanced at the remaining two mattresses. The Marlene of her world was sleeping with their daughter, Maria - while the other Marlene was sleeping with her boyfriend, Mike Hartford. Indeed, it seemed a little strange to see Marlene with a boyfriend.

She turned back to her husband, who was beginning to stir. Careful not to wake him all of a sudden, she sat up, and watched as Emmett blinked. "Susan?" he asked, his voice soft. "That you?"

"That's right, Emmett - and before you ask, no, you're not home, and not in our own time" Susan responded, knowing her husband all too well. "You're in 1968, in another universe."

To her surprise, Emmett just opened his eyes, blinked, then smiled. "I should've known" he said. "Whenever I have had a weird dream, chances are fifty-fifty that it wasn't a dream at all. I was kind of expecting this, you know." He blinked again, trying to adjust to his memories. "So... where are we again?"

"We're in the year 1968," explained Susan, "in a world where Marty was stuck in 1885. As a result, the 1968 of this world is quite more advanced than the... the 2017 of our world."

"Great Scott!" gasped Emmett, as his eyes grew wide. "Yes, I remember everything. I wonder what the current status of the bullies is."

"Bullies?" murmured the other Emmett - Emmett Twelve - as he was still half-asleep. "What bullies?"

"Uh, the bullies that lead us into this whole mess," explained Susan's Emmett - Emmett Eleven. "The reason why we're not at home, right now."

"Why do you sound just like me?" demanded Emmett Twelve. "Who are you?" As he opened his eyes, he glanced around the room. He then gasped, "Great Scott!"

"What are you saying 'great Scott' about?" asked Jessica, as she was just waking up. She opened her eyes, before muttering, "Oh, I see!"

"Right," replied Susan, as she managed a faint smile. Come to think of it, was Jessica her counterpart? Both were descendants of Clara, who some of the other versions of Emmett were married to - and they looked very similar. "Do you sleep well, Jessica?"

"I think so," replied Jessica. "I was out in as quick as a flash, and I'm sure the ones who were on the trip longer were even more tired than us."

"Jenn, are you awake?" murmured one of the Martys, who was just waking up. Susan was uncertain of which. "Jenn, you still sleeping?"

"And just who the hell are you?" demanded the other Marty, who was also just waking up. "Why do you sound just like me, and what do you want with my Jenn?"

Suddenly, Susan felt sorry for both versions of Marty - as neither of them came with their wives. He hoped that the Martys would not start fighting with each other.

"Marty's, please" Emmett Eleven said. "You should be grown up enough to know not to get angry at each other. As it is, you are other versions of yourselves - and Jennifer, either of them, is not here."

Marty Sr Twelve opened his eyes, and blinked. "You're right!" he muttered, staring at his other self, who stared right back. "He is me! But... what is he doing here? Where are we, for that matter?" He looked at the Emmett's, and then noticed there were two of them, too. "And why's there two of you, too?"

Jessica shook her head. "Emmett, you should be ashamed of yourself" she said, not really making it clear which one of them she was addressing, however Susan gathered it had to be hers. "You're a genius inventor, you've invented a time machine for crying out it loud, and still you haven't managed to come up with a way to cure the habits Marty seems to have of temporary amnesia when waking up."

Emmett Twelve smirked. "Well, the human brainwaves and nervous system never really was my area of interest" he said. "Was it with you, um, Eleven?"

Susan's husband shook his head. "It wasn't" he replied. "I did have some research done on that in an essay I had to make while I was still in college, and I did some minor studying on it in 1955, in order to work out how to make my mind reading machine work. Also, I tried to work that machine's bugs out again in the time that Marty and I were, um, not on good terms with each other... to use it on him and check whether my suspicions on how he had altered the future were the truth."

Marty Sr Eleven winced, and Susan understood why. He knew what he'd done, and how it could've hurt the universe and himself. Constant reminder of the event had already given him a severe depression and self-hatred once before, shortly before Marlene was born - they didn't need a repeat of that situation, especially not now.

"Emmett?" she tried, gently and keeping her voice down so that Marty wouldn't hear it - you never knew what it would do to him, after all. "I'm sure Marty doesn't need to be reminded of that situation."

Emmett Eleven smiled warmly at her. "You're definitely right, and that's why I was hesitant in saying that" he said. "You know, for a person who, when she first met, knew Marty as my former friend who, if my stories about him had given you the wrong impression, might have appeared as an enemy, you've definitely grown to be a much better friend of Marty than I expected you to."

Susan blushed. "You're correct," she admitted, "but that's because I knew how good friends you were before your split up, and I saw that both of you were genuine when you became friends again. Also, I'd read your notes, and in that, I could see that Marty was a good young boy, and what he did was something that anyone could've done. He's a really nice fellow, Emmett, and I'm glad you two made up." Changing the subject, she added, now loud enough to be heard by everyone else: "Well, who's going to look whether there's food ready for us? I have to admit that I'm kind of hungry."

"So am I" the voice of a Marty Junior came. Susan was startled for a moment, and looked up to see that both the Marty Juniors had waken up while they had been talking, and their girlfriends were in the process of waking up. "If what they served yesterday was any indication, there will be a very nice breakfast meal waiting for us downstairs."

"Don't get your hopes up" Marty Senior Twelve corrected his son. "Even if my, um, counterpart is rich from inventing, it would be wrong of us to automatically assume that he'll go through great lengths of trouble to deliver us breakfast. So, don't assume the best immediately. You don't want to be disappointed."

"Well, knowing myself," Emmett Twelve replied, smiling, "I would be more than a little accommodating of a group of people who had just experienced trouble."

"Right, and the same is sure true of me," agreed Emmett Eleven. "So, uh, is everyone awake, yet?"

"I am," replied Marty Jr Eleven, stretching. "Man, I sure could have used the sleep."

"Yeah, tell me about it," agreed Maria, grimacing. "I mean, I was simply afraid that the nightmare would never end."

"Right, I hear ya," agreed Marlene Eleven. "Well, it's so nice to finally be reunited."

"I can't argue with that," replied Marlene Twelve. "Although, I do wish Mom was here."

"I do, as well," agreed Marty Sr Twelve. "Still, I sure trust our counterparts to help us return to... to our respective universes."

"Say, what about the folks from Worlds One and Three?" asked Emmett Eleven, with a sudden gasp. "Both have had vehicles stolen from their worlds. It would just be..."

"Yeah, I do feel bad for the me of those worlds," agreed Emmett Twelve. "The locals did mention that they might need our help, which I certainly don't mind."

"Right," replied Emmett Eleven. "I'd be happy to help - if it helps to get us home a little sooner."

"I could go for something to eat, right now," muttered Mike. "I'm so happy to see that the girls are now safe and sound, though."

"It feels very nice to be safe and sound," replied Suzy, emphatically. "Right now, I would be happy just to have some cold cereal."

"Yeah, really," agreed Stephanie. "So, uh, what time is it?"

At that moment, the door had opened up - as two versions of Doc, who appeared to be of varying ages, stepped in. Susan figured that they were the local versions.

"Good morning" the left Emmett greeted. "I hope you don't mind us coming in here, but we heard you talking and figured that you had to be up."

"We are" Emmett Twelve confirmed. "What did you want to talk to us about?"

"About your breakfast" right Emmett replied. "Your breakfast shift should be beginning in just a minute or two, so if you want to come down, there will be some food for you. If you don't, you can just stay here, though. That's okay with us."

"No, I think we'll go" Susan said. "I think I'll need a minute or two more to relax, but the others can go right away if they want."

Right Emmett shrugged. "Suit yourselves. You can come when you wish, but I'd advice you to come soon, or else the pancakes will be cold."

"Pancakes?" Marty Jr Eleven said, sounding quite eager. "That sounds delicious!"

Left Emmett smiled. "It will be" he assured them. "I tasted some of that. Don't worry, it will be good."

"Thanks, I suppose" Marty Jr Twelve said. "For all you're doing for us."

"You're welcome" Right Emmett replied. "I'm sure my other selves would've done the same thing. Now, if you will excuse me, I should go on - I've got more things to do." With that, he exited the room.

"Well," Jessica then said, "Emmett, are you hungry? I think I am, kind of."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to feel some similar sensations in my internal body parts as well" Emmett Twelve said, thoughtfully, for a moment reminding Susan of that super-smart Marty that was also along on this trip. "I'll need a moment to get used to sitting up and being awake, and maybe I should wash - provided I can find the bathroom - but after that, I should be ready."

That was Susan's clue to get up herself. "Shall I accompany you?" she asked. "I have to go to the bathroom as well, and we'd find it much quicker if we cooperate." Silently, she added: And then I can finally get a chance to properly talk to another version of my husband... this time, to one with a very similar wife.

Emmett Twelve looked surprised, but shrugged. "Fine with me" he said, getting up as Susan did the same. "Lead the way, um, Mrs. Brown."

"Oh, Susan is just fine," she replied, as she and Emmett Twelve stepped out of the room. She glanced to her left, as she added, "Here it is. Here's the bathroom."

"Thanks!" Emmett Twelve replied, somewhat nervously. "You do look a lot like Jessica, except that your hair is a few shades darker. So, uh, just what relation are you to... to Clara Clayton?"

"I'm her great-grandniece," explained Susan, as they stepped into the bathroom. "Is that the same with Jessica?"

"Indeed, it was," Emmett Twelve replied, looking somewhat shocked. "So, uh, were you born in the year 1955? Almost 100 years after that of Clara?"

"Actually, I was born in 1960," explained Susan. With that, she suddenly remembered something else. "It quite seems a little strange to think that, in another world, Emmett ended up marrying my... my mother! It just feels... not quite right."

"I can imagine how strange it would feel," agreed Emmett Twelve, thoughtfully. "It is a little... Although, in a couple worlds, Jennifer seems to be in a similar situation - with her marrying Marty's son. And, in one of them, I guess she was already... well aware of the the whole situation. I wonder what that was like."

Susan sat on the toilet, as she added, "Of course, there is also the whole situation of me - and Jessica, for that matter - being Clara's great-grandniece. It seems to be just a little more... removed... though. I mean, she's not even my direct ancestor."

"Oh, here are some wash cloths," commented Emmett Twelve, opening up one of the cabinets. "Anyway, that's true. I learned about Clara, almost thirty years ago, when Marty and me... of the first world... stopped by."

"The same is true of us," added Susan. "Although, I think it was Emmett of the third world. Marty came over, too - but he was with the Marty of our world. It was during the time when the relationship between Emmett and Marty was... estranged."

"Oh, yeah, right," replied Emmett Twelve. "The concept seems quite strange to me, since that never happened in our world." With a sudden gasp, he added, "Now that it's been brought up, though... Well, it was in our world, when Me One had actually gotten... irrationally angry... with his Marty. I really remember how upset his Marty was about it. I was quite shocked with the behaviour of Me Three, as well."

"No kidding?" gasped Susan. Suddenly a bunch of questions popped into her head. "I think it's... Well, can I ask why your counterpart got so mad at his Marty?"

"Marty One had mentioned him wishing that he had more to relax," explained Emmett Twelve, "before being whisked off to 2015. It was a very reasonable wish, if you ask me. However, my counterpart twisted his words around - and took it to mean that he never... that Marty wished my counterpart never met Clara."

"That sounds awful!" gasped Susan. "So, uh, how did his Marty react?"

"His Marty felt rather devastated," explained Emmett Twelve. "My counterpart even said that he 'hated' his Marty, which... which brought his Marty to tears. He actually had refused to leave our world, until my counterpart... knocked him out."

"That's so horrible!" gasped Susan. "So, uh, that was the last you saw of them... until this trip?"

"Well, not quite," replied Emmett Twelve. "They did return to our world, a week later. By then, they had made up - and they quite figured that we... that we might want to know. I am glad that they did, since my Marty was getting quite nervous around me - and... Well, let's just say that it took a load off our minds."

"I'm glad that their fight didn't last as long," replied Susan. "Why did your counterpart get so furious, though?"

"I guess he was just getting weary of the trip," suggested Emmett Twelve. "As such, the stress was actually starting to get to him. At some point earlier, another Marty... Marty Four, I believe... had wished that his Doc never met Clara. As such, Marty has ended up inside the body of our Marty. This was before I met Jessica."

"It was Sabrina, right?" Susan asked, as she remembered Doc's witch friend of the EJ worlds. "I can't say that I've ever met an actual witch, in our world. I guess it doesn't necessarily mean that they don't exist, though."

"That's correct," replied Emmett Twelve. "I think both Martys, seeing as they've really occupied the same body, were confused. To make a real long story short, once Marty Four realized that I sure was happier... with a wife... the Sabrina of our world helped him return to his world. Then, a few months later, Jessica came into my life."

"That is quite fascinating," commented Susan, "albeit in a strange sort of way."

"At any rate," Emmett Twelve continued, sighing, "if what I quite understand about the movies... Back to the Future... is correct... Well, I think our world actually is the one where the... the sequels ... just never happened. Marty saw the first film, when his soul was stuck in the body of... of Michael J Fox... in the world where we're just... fictional."

"You mean, Marty wasn't physically in that world?" gasped Susan. Emmett Twelve nodded, as Susan asked, "So, uh, does that mean that... that Michael J Fox was stuck in the body of Marty from your world?"

"Precisely," replied Emmett Twelve. "At least, Michael did have some idea of our world - and of what to expect. I imagine that Marty had a tougher time of it, though."

"I can imagine so," Susan replied, stunned. "I mean, not only finding out that you're a fictional character - but also just being stuck in the body of... of the actor that played you. That would be scary, indeed. Y'know, I cannot imagine how it must feel, having had someone possess his body on two different occasions. "

"From what Marty told me," replied Emmett Twelve, "that was precisely the case. In that case, however, it wasn't two souls occupying his body. As such, Marty had no memories of Michael's past - and vice versa. The same was actually true, once they were switched back. I mean, Marty didn't remember any of what happened... when Michael was stuck inside of his body. By the way, this time, it was not Sabrina. It was my... my telepathic device... which had gone haywire."

Susan began to wash her hands, as she added, "So, uh, what about Michael J Fox? What did he think of... being stuck in your world?"

"Oh, I reckon he was quite traumatized," explained Emmett Twelve. "Even though he had some idea of our world, and figured that I could help... Well, I think he was quite frightened. I can also fathom that it was rather different from... from him playing the role of Marty."

"I wouldn't doubt it," agreed Susan, as she reached for a towel. "Well, the rest of our group is probably downstairs, now. We don't want to keep them waiting for us."

"You're right," Emmett Twelve replied, as the duo left the bathroom. "Well, it was nice talking with you. Indeed, it was an interesting experience."

Susan smiled, and felt, for the first time in quite some time, optimistic as they walked through the corridor and down along the stairs. Indeed, the whole trip was a very exciting experience in itself, and she was glad to be on it, despite her uncomfortable feelings around the fact that the Tannens were still here somewhere.

As they then arrived at the place where breakfast would be served, on the ground floor, Susan had to let out a little gasp of surprise. The entire table was filled with all kinds of delicious breakfast goods, and her mouth began to water just by looking at it. The chairs next to it were, with a few exceptions, all occupied, and to her relief, she saw an empty chair next to her husband. She then went to sit on it.

"Hi, honey" Emmett Eleven said, cheerfully. "I'm glad you're here. If you came just a few minutes later, you might've missed the meal, from how eager everyone's eating."

As Susan looked around, she saw that Emmett was right. There were various plates with bread on it, but where high towers of sandwiches had apparently once been, now just crumbs remained, or just about five slices where fifty had once been. Taking her husband's advice, she quickly took a sandwich and put some butter and cheese on it, and started eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Emmett Thirteen then asked, as he was sitting to the opposite of her chair. "It's intriguing to meet someone I could've married instead of Clara, had the circumstances been different. You're Susan Clayton, right?"

"Susan Brown" Susan corrected. "But yes, Clayton is my maiden name." She smiled, thoughtfully. "Let's see... you're the version of Emmett that remained in the past, aren't you? Emmett - my Emmett, that is - told me he'd talked to you a bit yesterday."

"Yes, I am" Emmett Thirteen responded. "It wasn't an easy task, as after all, I did love my home time, and I missed Marty. For some time, I wished that I could pick him up as easy as I'd picked up Einstein. Unfortunately, though, that was not the case." He sighed. "Einstein died in January of 1904, by the way. It was a very sad time for the family, but most for me. After all, I knew Einstein the best."

"Yes, it was a sad time for my Emmett too" Susan replied. "Our Einstein died in 1993. He was too old for a future medical procedure to be done on him when Emmett finished the time machine the year before. It was very sad. We bought a new dog afterwards, though."

"Not the same here" Emmett Thirteen said, sighing. "Jules and Verne wanted to buy a new dog, but I refused as I didn't want to buy a dog that was supposed to be someone else's. Jules accepted it, but Verne was very annoyed at my reaction, even though he knew I meant well. Looking back, I think that's where his fascination with the future and his wish to move there started. He had enough of not being allowed to do things his peers could do out of fear of changing history. Of course, we did allow him to do some things, as we couldn't deny him everything - he was still our son - and we could now check whether history was going wrong, as we had the train at our disposal, and when we didn't like the way things were going, alter it. That's why I built the train in the first place - to make our life in the past safer. It continued to serve that purpose until sometime around 1910. I didn't want to go to the future anymore, worrying that Verne might try to convince me to move back - which I couldn't do, not anymore and not to 2020. Or so I thought at the time."

"I can imagine how Verne might've felt," Susan replied, sympathetically. "Of course, in our world, Jules and Verne were both born in the late 1980s - but Jules always rather was the one to be more intrigued with the past."

"I can imagine so," commented Emmett Thirteen. "Well, breakfast is good." He turned to the Marty IIIs and Sarahs, as he added, "It's really so nice to see the four of them reunited, and Jennifer... Marty III's sister, that is... is also quite happy."

"They sure seem to be enjoying this music," added Marty Jr Thirteen. "I must say, this is good stuff."

"I haven't really been noticing the music, to be honest," replied Susan, softly, "but I'm just happy that the youngsters are all happy. They do deserve it, after all."

"It just seems so strange to think that all the other versions of me," Marty Jr Thirteen commented, sighing, "are thirty years younger than me."

"Well, just think of how I feel," commented Suzy Thirteen. "I don't think I've ever fully recovered from learning about the fate... of what happened to my other self. At least, we've managed to halt the same fate from happening to my other counterparts - and the... the other girls that Marty has ended up with."

"Yes, thank goodness for that!" breathed Marty Jr Thirteen. "Of course, it's just scary to think that... that my other self was murdered."

"Let's not think about that, right now," suggested Susan, as the turn of conversation made her feel a little uneasy. "So, uh, I wonder what the status is... of the bullies."

At that moment, Alex and Emily had approached the table where Susan and her group were sitting.

"The bullies are currently all locked up" Alex said, cheerfully. "You needn't worry about them any time soon. They are by no means a threat, anymore."

"He is right" Emily said. "You won't need to worry." Pausing, she added: "So, what are you guys talking about?"

"Well, initially, we had a conversation about our stay in the past" Emmett Thirteen responded. "After that, the subject went to the horrible world that Marty Jr Thirteen here and the others came from. We just switched the subject to the bullies as you arrived."

"Oh, okay" Emily responded. "But what I wanted to say - the pancakes are ready, so they'll be here in just a minute."

"All right" Susan said, smiling as she thought of the delicious meal they would clearly provide. "So, how is your life like? How do you feel around everything you've seen here so far?"

"Oh, it's very interesting" Alex said. "It's so odd to see teenaged and adult versions of Great-Grandpa Clint and, to an extent, of Grandpa Emmett... who's named Marty Junior in your world. Actually, I suppose that the Marty III's would be the alternate selves of my Dad."

"Then maybe you should go talk to them" Suzy Thirteen said. "They're right over there. This is probably the closest they'll ever come to meeting another version of their own kid before that kid is born, so they'll be fascinated, I'm sure."

"Okay, that sounds good" Emily said. "We'll do that, then."

Susan and the others watched, as Alex and Emily approached the Marty III's. They were just talking happily to their girlfriends, both versions of Sarah Brown. She then wondered if any of her descendants would ever marry one of Marty's descendants.

She smiled, as she saw the Marty IIIs and the Sarah chatting eagerly with Alex and Emily. Other than the fact that Emily had brown hair, instead of blond, she did look a lot like the Sarahs - and like Maria, for that.

"Mom, are you okay?" asked Maria, with concern. Susan nodded, as Maria continued, "It does seem a little odd, seeing the Sarahs dating the... the Marty IIIs. Also, Emily with Alex. I mean, I was always close to Marty Jr - but... Well, I just never had any romantic feeling for him. Perhaps, it's because we're a lot like... brother and sister."

"Right," confirmed Marty Jr Eleven. "That's why it also seems quite strange to think of how... how two versions of me are dating... this Harmony."

"It rather feels a little odd to me, too," agreed Maria. "If I remember correctly, I think Harmony was Dad's granddaughter. I remember her saying that Jules was her father."

"The Sarahs are Verne's daughters," commented Doc Thirteen, "So, yeah, they would not quite be Harmony's counterparts." Looking up, he added, "I see pancakes!"

Susan smiled, as she saw Seamus carrying in a platter of pancakes - along with a big bottle of maple syrup. The pancakes really made her mouth water.

"Enjoy your breakfast, folks!" commented Seamus, as he set the platter on the table. "I think that you're feeling mighty perky, considering your situation."

"Well, we did have our much needed rest," explained Susan, "and this is an interesting occasion - while, of course, I'm not happy that the girls were captured."

"Of course not," Seamus replied, shaking his head. "Well, you needn't worry about the bullies - since we've got them all taken care of." He glanced around the table, before adding, "Ah, I see that Alex and Emily are getting acquainted with you lot."

"They are quite the sociable types," commented one of the Marty IIIs. "In a sense, it's like chatting with our future son - except, of course, not quite."

"Well, when you're done with your breakfast," replied Seamus, "you'll be able to meet the rest of the Eastwood family." Susan, along with everyone else, cheered - as Seamus added, "See you all, later."

Susan smiled, as Seamus stepped back into the kitchen. Indeed, she was looking quite forward to meeting the rest of the Eastwood family. While many families had their big secrets, he certainly figured that nobody would have a bigger family secret than the Eastwoods - not even her own. Then again, unlike some of the other Brown families, her family did not have two eras to call their own. That was all right, though - since she had a warm and loving family.

oooooooooo

Julia Rundgren McFly stretched, as she woke up. As she opened her eyes, she was a little confused by why the room looked very unfamiliar. There were five mattresses in the room. She and her husband shared a bed, while her sons each shared a mattress with one of the Stebbs girls. Her niece, Julia Belle Rundgren, slept with Mike Hartford. Doc actually had a mattress to himself.

"Good morning, sweetheart" Marty then greeted, warmly. "I woke up, just a minute or two ago - but I didn't want to wake you. Now that you're up, though, how do you feel? I hope you're feeling just as refreshed as I am."

"Yeah, definitely" Julia responded, a little dazed. "I take it that we really ended up in another dimension? Normally, I would've written it off as a dream, but knowing that it never is, I won't try that now."

"Yeah, you're right" Marty replied. "We are in another dimension all right. Isn't it fascinating, how all these other versions of me are married to Jennifer? With Marty and Doc, it's less bad - as there are still other versions of them that are married to Jessica and Stephanie. As for us, though, we're pretty unique."

"I understand what you mean" Julia agreed. "It's kind of an honour, being the only one of my various versions that might exist to marry you... but it's a little uncomfortable as well. Of course, there are the Calvin Klein's, and that smart version of you. Still, I remain convinced we're unique in a way."

"Yeah, we are" Marty agreed. "You even might be, in the universe. I mean, from what I've heard, all the visits of EJ time machines to what you used to call the 'real world' appeared to happen in one single universe, and we don't know where exactly the PF travellers went to, as they appeared about eight years later than most of the visits happened."

"Interesting" Julia replied. "I wonder if we could ask those PF people about it, and found out. Granted, they might not be awake yet... but later, they will be."

"Morning, Marty, Julia!" Doc then called out, startling them. "This is quite odd, isn't it? Granted, we should be used to such things by now - and for someone who's been dead for three full months of his life, this is quite normal. Still, there are things here, that are quite unnerving. But that might just be because I miss Jessica, and having so many other wives of me around that I never married, is startling. And of course, the duplicates of myself and all the others are surprising in itself."

"Certainly" Stephanie Stebbs replied, as she and Marty Junior had also woken up. "Even for someone who knows a time machine exists, this is weird. Of course, I don't think any of us has ever had to deal with so many other versions of him- or herself before. Even for the ones that don't have any other versions or look-alikes - if there are some of them - this is quite odd."

"Good morning!" a cheerfull voice then came from outside, as a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Jessica stepped in. It took just a moment for Julia to realise that this had to be Clara - a Clara, she corrected herself. "Normally you would be visited by Emmett or Chris, or both, but they're a little tired of the whole procedure by now. It's already been a stressfull day for them by now, even though it's still early. Well, I was asked to tell you that if you wanted to get up and eat something, breakfast will be ready downstairs in just a few minutes."

"Oh, I sure could go for some breakfast," murmured Julia, stretching. "So, uh, what about the rest of the group? Are they up, yet?"

"The occupants of Room Nine and those who slept downstairs are all awake," Clara explained. She turned her head, before adding, "Okay, Claudia!" Turning back to Julia and the other Room Eight occupants, she added, "The Room Seven occupants are also just getting up, according to Claudia."

"Claudia," muttered Julia, as she paused to think. She then remembered that Claudia was the local Jennifer. "Okay, we'll be headed right down."

She turned to her right, as she saw the remaining of the teenagers waking up.

"Man, did I sleep!" muttered JB. "So, uh, have the bullies gone away?"

"I'm not sure what the current status is," replied Marty Sr, "but I trust that the locals are doing their part to contain those bastards."

"Man, I hope so," muttered Marty Jr, stretching. "I would like to hurt those bastards, after what they've done to the girls."

"I quite understand how you feel, bro," replied George, "but violence is really not the answer. I hope that, after the bullies get sent back home - they just won't remember anything about this."

"Why even send them back?" inquired JB. "I mean, if the locals are doing a good job of keeping them contained."

"It would create a paradox," explained Doc, softly. "From what I understand, Cliff and Griff are both from World One - but Cliff came from the year 1987, while Griff came from 2017. If they don't get sent back, Cliff will not grow up to get married - and Griff won't be born. Considering that there are 23 different worlds involved in this, there is no telling how much destruction such a paradox might cause."

"Actually, Doc, I think there might be even more than that," Julia pointed out, as a thought occurred to her. "Seeing as the last world was the world from the Mind Warped trilogy, they actually came from three different worlds. Then, of course, I also came from a different world. Granted, I have not visited my home world in ages - but..."

"Great Scott!" gasped Doc. "You're absolutely correct! Then, of course, there are also the worlds which... which gained duplicates from a Tannen-ruled world. Gee, and I thought 23 worlds was complex enough."

"Can we just go downstairs, and eat?" pleaded Mike. "This is all just too much heavy thinking for me, since after just waking up."

"Good point, Mike," replied Doc. "All right, troops, let's head downstairs."

With that, Doc led the way - with Julia and Marty Sr behind him. The teenagers then followed. As they left the bedroom, Julia noticed the occupants of Room Seven also stepping out.

"Well, hello, folks!" called out the other Doc. "I guess we got up at about roughly the same time."

"Did you folks have a good rest?" asked the other Marty Sr - who, after Julia noticed his name tag, was really Calvin Klein. That must be the group from one of the worlds where Marty was stuck in 1955. "I sure could've used the sleep."

"Same here, Grandpa," agreed Alex - who Julia figured was, in one sense, George's counterpart. After all, both were dating Stacy Stebbs. "I'm just happy that the girls are safe."

"You can say that, again," muttered Vincent - who, except for his black hair and blue eyes, looked just like Mike. "I'm so happy that Marly is okay."

"I'm not sure about you lot," commented Julia, "but we are all feeling mighty hungry."

"The same holds true for us," agreed Marlene. "I guess we should head downstairs."

As Groups Nine and Ten headed downstairs, Julia could hardly keep her eyes off of Marlene. While Marlene ended up not being born in her world, she sure knew about Marlene - as she was familiar with the Back to the Future trilogy. It quite felt rather strange to think that Marlene actually was a bona fide girl!

As the girl then looked around, she noticed that Julia was staring at her. The older woman blushed. "I'm sorry, but I've never really seen you before - except in the movies - and it's hard to imagine that you're really, well, a girl. I hope this doesn't offend you..."

"It doesn't" Marlene ensured her. "I'm not really comfortable with it, of course, but I've heard worse before. About me really being a boy dressed up as a girl, or things like that. I can imagine that, if you really married another version of Dad, it must be very freaky to see me and know I'm female."

"Yeah, that's right" Julia admitted. "I've known our world's version of your Dad for thirty years now... well, before that, I knew him as well, but then he was still just a character for me... and I didn't know he existed for real, somewhere. But anyway, I've known him personally for a long time, I'm even married to him, so yeah, his appearances do so much generate the 'my husband' feeling in me, it's odd to see you like this."

"I can imagine" Marlene replied. "But, well, it's also weird to see you and, uh, your husband being together. To me, it appears as if my Dad is cheating on Mom with another woman - which, of course, isn't the truth."

"Yes, I felt uncomfortable when I started dating Marty as well" Julia agreed. "I got over that, though, as I felt that I really did love him." She then looked up, as the group had arrived in the breakfast room. "Ah, it looks like our breakfast is about ready."

"That's right" Emmett Von Braun said, having put on a name tag himself. "It's nice to meet you guys, but I have other things to do, so I'll keep this short. There's pancakes, bread, croissants, and of course there are all kinds of goods to put on your bread, and drinks to go with it. Feel free to eat as much as you want - there is enough and we want you to last as long as possible with one meal... I have to admit it, organizing breakfast shifts every time isn't nice. Anyway, that's what I wanted to say. Have a nice meal."

After having thanked the local, the entire group sat down on the chairs that had been appointed to them. Julia ended up sitting next to her Marty, and opposite to Doc, who appeared slightly disappointed that he couldn't sit next to Jessica as he hadn't brought her along. On her right side, George sat, while opposite of him, Marty Jr was seated. To the left of Doc and thus opposite to Marty Sr, JB was sitting. The rest of the group was also there, but they were too far away for Julia to actively speak to.

As she had then taken some bread and drank some milk, the conversation started with Doc shaking his head. "I sure wish I could've taken my camera along" he muttered. "There are so many incredible things here, things I never expected to see again and will never see again. I'd love to be able to document them and take them along, so that I can show them to Jessica, and rewatch them myself several times, remembering the fun... and the bad things... that we experienced in this trip."

"Actually, I think we could help you there," commented Alex E, as we walked over to the table. He winked at the group, as he added, "We simply are not gonna send you guys back empty-handed. Dr. Brown and Dr. Von Braun has made quite a few copies of the movies that you brought along. Along with some of the CDs..."

Upon realizing something, Julia commented, "Our group did bring along the Back to the Future movies. I really did not do it, intentionally - but they happened to be in the bag that I took along."

"I'll have to watch those movies, later," commented Alex E. "Also, since your group... groups... seems to like the music that we have here - we plan to send you back with a bunch of audio DVDs. Every song you've heard yesterday and today, you'll bring back with you."

"I'm sure that the younger ones," Doc Ten commented, "as well as the Marty Srs, sure would love it. I'd rather have a video of... of us... though."

"We can take a few animated photos of you guys," suggested Alex E. "I did do a little browsing of the internet - earlier this morning. It looks like The New Yardbirds are just about to embark on an American tour. I really hope that Emily and I can catch them in concert. I have yet to listen to Led Zeppelin, though."

"You should listen to Led Zeppelin," urged Marty Jr Ten. "I quite hope they do end up sounding the same, in this world. They are just so good, in fact - that even our many from our generation are still listening to them... and we're from 2017."

"I probably will," replied Alex E, "after you guys leave. From the looks of it, you guys will probably be staying until a little later this evening." He glanced at the clock on the wall, before adding, "It'll probably be just about lunch time for the early risers, by the time the last of your lot wakes up."

Doc Ten glanced at the clock on the wall, before adding, "Man! It sure is almost about noon! Well, I could simply imagine that the ones who were on the trip longer are even more tired than us."

"The Docs are planning to set up a refreshment stand," explained Alex, "so that you guys can be well-fed throughout the day."

"That does sound like a very good plan" Julia commented. "To be honest, I was kind of wondering how you were going to do that. Otherwise, there would be people who'd want to eat all day long."

"Yeah" Marty Jr Ten agreed. "I know we're supposed to have family dinners and all that when possible, and I never object to that - but this time, I guess it's kind of necessary not to do so."

"Yeah, it definitely is" George replied. "As you said, Mom, we couldn't have dinner all during the day. It might even make , uh, Chris and Emmett feel sick - if they have to be around the food for such a long time."

"Yes, and throwing up in front of your guest isn't such a good idea" Doc Ten nodded. "Especially since they were planning to set up a plan to get us home, weren't they Alex?"

"Yes, they were" Alex E replied. "We can't have you hanging around for much longer. No offence, of course, not that we don't like you guys, but while we might be able to afford feeding so many people for quite some time, that doesn't mean that we have to do it. Also, I'm sure that you guys are starting to miss your home worlds, even if most of you came with your significant other and part of the family. And I don't think Dr. Von Braun is quite enthusiastic about the situation either. Not that he doesn't like you guys, but social interaction was never his strongest side."

"Yes, it never was mine either before Jessica and I married, and though I adjusted in the meantime, I don't think it's improved too much" Doc Ten admitted. "I still get a little uneasy around large crowds. I guess that's just natural, when you live on your own for so long."

"Yeah, you have been alone for quite a long time, haven't you?" Marty Sr Ten asked. "What was it again? I can't seem to remember."

"Quite a few years" Doc Ten replied. "I -"

"...have other things to do" Julia finished. "No offence, Dr. Brown, but you have to eat something. I know you can be entirely caught in a subject sometimes, but there are other things to do, you know."

"I know, I know" Doc Ten replied. "You're right, I should take a bite or two. Wouldn't be very polite if all this food was here and I didn't eat it."

"Right, exactly," replied Julia, as she placed a few pancakes onto her platter. "This food does look good. I mean, the pancakes just smell so good."

"Seamus made them," explained Alex E. "You know, our ancestor who had immigrated here from Ireland? He never quite lost that Irish accent, which sounds real charming."

"So, uh, what do you think of your extended family?" asked Julia. While she had been rather tempted to look up her counterpart in her new world - if, indeed, she even had a counterpart - she really opted against it. For all she knew, her counterpart may just have moved to the Mind Warped Universe - albeit probably not the version where the bullies travelled to. If so, she wondered which world her counterpart would opt for. "I guess I have a rather unusual family tree, myself - considering how I..."

"Well, I am simply good friends with Sally and Toby Baines," explained Alex E, "even if they might not be aware of our unusual situation. I have such a feeling that Sam would not take too well to the whole thing - knowing how he can be, and all that."

"Yeah, I remember Sam," commented Marty Sr Ten. "I simply don't think he ever quite approved of me, when I ended up being stuck in 1955. According to Mom, he thought that I was an idiot. I can imagine that I maybe did come of seeming that way."

"According to Sean," explained Alex, "your behaviour in 1955 seemed rather odd. He was friends with your father - and he really did not yet know about time travel. After he learned, though, then he sure began to understand where.... For now, though... Well, your parents still seem to have some difficulty with learning..."

"I can imagine that," replied Julia, nodding. "Well, at any rate, I love these pancakes."

"Yeah, they're definitely good" Marty Sr Ten agreed. "But, um, Alex, what did you mean when you said that my behaviour was odd? I can agree that it wasn't quite the standard for the fifties... and in our world, I made a lot of mistakes then because I was so inexperienced. But given what this world is like, I don't think I should've made them."

"Oh, there were a lot of things that went very different from the old timeline" Alex assured him. "For instance, when you played The Power Of Love - not Johnny B. Goode in this world - at the Enchantment Under The Sea dance, the crowd was still enthusiastic about you at the end - while in the old timeline, that died out when you went into the more outrageous styles. In our world, though, everyone liked it - well, with the exception of Mr. Strickland, but that really couldn't be helped."

"Yeah, I can't see him liking my music either, in any timeline" Marty Sr Ten replied, smiling. "Not only did he always dislike me because of what happened to Grandpa Arthur, he was very stodgy and old as well. Never adjusted to the times. If he had been born in 2008 instead of 1908, he probably would've been the same person. I always said to Julia, the day Strickland starts liking rock and roll, the world ends."

"Yeah, the mere thought makes me feel weird too" Alex replied, chuckling. "But as I was saying, while there were differences, other things were still the same. You were still pushing George very hard to date Lorraine, while he was terribly insecure. Sean couldn't imagine why you wanted to spend time with them, as you appeared to be so popular... and he was still considered an outcast. Of course, part of considering you weird also came from how Dr. Christopher Brown gave Jules explicit instructions not to take you to their house, as if he didn't like you. Of course, it was just because he knew..."

"...that I would get rather suspicious if I saw someone who looked just like Doc in 1955" Marty Sr Ten concluded. "Yeah, he was right to do that. With my lack of experience in time travel of the time, I might've even thought that it was Doc of 1985 who had somehow found a way to travel back to pick me up. Of course, that wouldn't be plausible at all... but given that it was my first trip through time, I could've thought that. I think I see what you mean, now."

"I was only six at the time," Alex continues, "so I only have a vague memory of your presence in 1955. I didn't know about time travel, yet, either. Anyway, you guys enjoy your breakfast."

"Thank you, Alex," Julia replied, as she smiled at the young men. It seemed so odd to think that he just like his ancestor. Turning to Marty Sr Ten, she added, "I must say, this experience is a little..."

"I wonder what will be done about the bullies," JB commented, with anxiety.

"Try not to worry about it, sweetie," Julia replied, smiling sympathetically at her niece. "I trust that the locals have them under control."

"I guess you're right, Aunt Julia," JB replied, sighing. "Well, I know that visiting other worlds is no new experience for you - even though, the kidnapping..."

"It was scary," agreed Marty Jr Ten. "Well, let's try to look on the positive side."

"That's the spirit, bro," agreed George, flashing a lopsided smile.

Julia smiled, as she realized that she could simply make the most out the remainder of her experience. Indeed, every cloud did have a silver lining.

oooooooooo

Clint Brown leaned back, as he was enjoying the music played in the Von Braun mansion, along with his new friends. Despite him standing out from the rest, thanks to having a to others odd heritage, he was soon welcomed into the group and was now sitting on a couch, next to Marty Jr Seven, his 'cousin' George, and his girlfriend Suzy. Opposite of him, his own friends were leaning against their couch, namely Marty Einstein and Suzy. While Suzy appeared to enjoy the music, Marty Einstein was obviously a bit bored. Clint smiled sympathetically, as he knew how it felt to do something you didn't like.

That moment, Marie entered the room, having been out for a few minutes to fetch some of her stuff. Clint's face lighted up as he saw her. He'd been concerned for her wellfare for a long time, but now, he needn't be anymore. She was perfectly safe now.

"Morning, Clint" Marie cheerfully greeted, as she sat down. "So, how are you doing? Still amusing yourself?"

"Certainly" Clint replied. "Though Marty isn't really a fan of this music, as far as I can see. It looks like he's keeping himself from falling asleep, and only the loud noise make it that he hasn't done that already."

"Well, this isn't my preferred interest" Marty Einstein said. "I do enjoy some of the music you listen to, but not all. And you all were always more into listening to music, than I was. Even though I liked it when my father played a song on the guitar for us, that's hardly comparable to this. Of course, father never played rock and roll - while, apparently, his other selves did."

"Yeah, that's weird" Clint agreed. "It's so strange how you discover more and more differences that are intriguing in some ways. I wonder..."

He paused, as the music was suddenly stopped. Looking up, he saw Emmett Von Braun smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry to pause your fun," he said, "but I need to ask you a question. Would any of you like to volunteer for checking groups One and Two? Group Three was waking up the last time I checked, as someone was just exiting when I came in. With the other two I didn't dare to try, though, as their door was solidly shut, and I was called away immediately after - someone needed me to fix something in my job as a scientist. So, would any of you be willing to check upon them and, if they are awake, tell them food is ready for them here?"

"Yeah, I'll go fetch them," Marty Einstein replied, as he was obviously excited by the prospect of the task. "It's not a problem, for me."

"I'll join him," added Clint, realizing that he wished to be beside his friend - and, plus, he wasn't fond of the song that was just playing. While most of the music sounded similar to the music that he was used to, there were a few sounds that sounded too strange for him. "You want to join uh, Marie and Suzy?"

"No, I think we'll stay here," replied Suzy. "I do wonder wonder how the groups who have joined the earliest are doing, though."

"Thank you for volunteering," replied Emmett Von Braun, gratefully. With that, he turned the stereo back on. It sounded like the song that was playing was almost over. "Well, have fun!"

Clint smiled at Marty Einstein, as the duo made their way towards the steps. He saw a crowd of people headed down the steps. That must be the Group Three that Emmett Von Brain was referring to. As he looked at the name tags on their shirts, he realized that they were actually Group Four - who must have slept in Room Three. The entire crowd seemed to be quite perky.

"Hey, I love this song!" gushed a blond girl, who was Harmony Four. "This makes me think of the Foo Fighters. Hey, Marty, do you remember when we were ten - and we sneaked off to see the Foos in concert?"

"Yeah, I remember that very much so," replied Marty Jr Four, as he flashed a lopsided smile. "Mom was so angry with us - but Dad, at least, had convinced her to..."

As the crowd stepped out of earshot, Clint smirked at Marty Einstein - as he thought of how his friend had utterly refused to attend any rock concerts with him. Indeed, in that respect, the other versions of his friend seemed to be quite different.

"I would never do something so irresponsible," Marty Einstein commented, rolling his eyes. "I rather don't understand what you and most of our other friends see in rock concerts. It rather seems to me like such a... a waste of time. Besides, people quite often do get injured at concerts."

"Well, not if you're careful," argued Clint. Then, realizing that arguing with his friend was useless, he glanced at the signs on the doors. "Well, it looks like we have Group One sleeping in Room One - both the 1987 and 2017 folks. Then, in Room Two, it's Groups Two and Three."

"All right, then," replied Marty Einstein. "Let's check on Room Two first."

Clint nodded, and opened the door. Inside, everything was calm. However, as the door opened, one of the Doc's blinked and looked up. "Who are you?" he asked. "What time is it?"

"I'm Clint Brown" the teenager replied. "This here is my friend Martin Einstein McFly. You're in another universe, remember?"

"Oh yes, of course" the Doc said, blinking again and sitting up. "You're the grandson of my, um, my less intelligent counterpart and your friend is the son of Marty's smart self, isn't it?"

"That's right" Marty Einstein replied. "And you are?"

"Emmett Lathrop Brown Three" the Doc replied. "Nice to meet you, I guess." He looked over at the clock. "That late already? I must've been really tired."

"Well, you've been on this trip the longest, with the exception of groups One and Two" Clint replied. "You had the right to be tired. Anyway, we came to tell you that breakfast is ready downstairs."

"It is?" Marty Junior Three responded, also having waken up. "Sounds good. I'm very hungry right now."

"So am I" his counterpart's cousin, Alex J McFly, replied. "I didn't notice too much before due to the exhaustion, but now I'm fully rested, I could eat a horse. Not literally, of course, but you get what I mean."

"I understand what you meant," Clint replied, laughing. "Well, it's not too late for breakfast. I can imagine that you guys really were exhausted."

"What in the name of Sir Isaac H Newton is..." Doc Two started to ask. As soon as he opened his eyes, he gasped, "Great Scott! We're not at home."

"Not at home?" mumbled Marty Jr Two, who was just starting to wake up. "How can it be? This is just so..."

"You guys really needn't worry," explained Marty Einstein. "The locals have the bullies contained, so they won't be any trouble."

"Oh, good!" breathed Stacy Two, as she and Stephanie Two were both waking up. "This was about the worst event of my life."

"Yeah, tell me about it," muttered Suzy Three, who also was just waking up. "I was hoping that this whole thing was a nightmare."

"I understand how you girls feel," Marty Einstein replied, sympathetically. "I promise that everything will be fine, now."

"Right," agreed Clint. "I'm about to check up on the last group, now. The group that the whole chase started out with, presumably."

"Thanks for alerting us about breakfast," Doc Three replied, gratefully. "I just hope that my train is not damaged beyond repair."

"I have a feeling that your train will be just fine," assured Marty Einstein, flashing a lopsided smile. "Talk to you guys, soon!"

With that, Clint and Marty Einstein left the room. Clint's palms grew sweaty, as he felt a sudden burst of anticipation. They were about to wake up the earliest travellers of all. He glanced at Marty Einstein, who also looked excited.

"Well, Clint, this sure is it," Marty Einstein commented, softly - as the duo approached Room One. "Once we wake up the occupants of this room, it'll be everyone."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing" Clint replied. He smiled, as he carefully opened the door. "Well, it looks like everyone is still asleep. What should we do?"

"Well, we came here to alert them about the eating facilities downstairs, and that is impossible without returning them to full consciousness" Marty Einstein replied. "Thus, logic implies that we should remove them from their current sleeping phase."

Clint frowned for a moment at Marty's use of big words, then shrugged it off as being the surroundings having an effect on his friend that caused his scientific interest to be set off. "Yeah, you're probably right" he responded. "We should do it gently, though."

"I fully agree with you on that" Marty Einstein replied. Louder, he added: "Hello? Anyone awake? It's breakfast time!"

One of the Marty look-alikes - from his relatively futuristic clothes, Clint guessed that it was Marty Junior - stretched his arms and opened his eyes. "Whew!" he called out. "I sure did sleep for a long time. Who are you guys?"

"He's Clint Brown, my best friend and future brother-in-law," Marty Einstein said, "and I'm your counterpart from world seventeen, Martin Einstein McFly. Are you Marty Jr or the teenage version of Marty Senior? I can't see your name tag at the moment."

"Probably Marty Jr" Clint informed his friend. "Look at his clothes. They're a bit too futuristic for the '80s."

"Sharp" Marty Einstein complimented. "So, is Clint right?"

"He definitely is" the Marty replied. "I'm Marty Junior - Marty Junior One, I suppose. And this here, lying next to me, is my girlfriend, Harmony."

"What?" Harmony sleepily commented.

"I was introducing you to our visitors" Marty Junior said, as the girl opened her eyes. Remember? We're in the futuristic world after going through that terrible chase."

"How could I ever forget" Harmony said, shivering. "So, is anyone else awake yet?"

"I am" Doc '87 replied, as he sat up. "Great Scott, I did sleep for a long time! But considering the circumstances, that's not really a surprise. Well, why did you come to wake us up?"

"Well, I just figured that you guys might like to have some breakfast," explained Clint. "Groups Two and Three were just waking up, when we checked on them - that leaves you guys left."

"Is that pancakes I smell?" asked Marty '87, waking up. He glanced at Jennifer, as he added, "Man, that was a long trip! I'm so glad that the girls were rescued."

"Jenn probably actually had it the hardest of all," suggested Harmony. "Even more so than Marly and me. After all, she was the first."

"Well, the whole thing started with Mom, Dad, and Doc," Marty Jr pointed out. "So, Harmony, did you sleep well?"

"Pretty much, yeah," replied Harmony. "I was quite in the middle of a strange dream, though. I was dreaming that you and I were at a Foo Fighters concert, and the band was performing My Hero. Suddenly, Griff and his gang show up on stage - and they began to threaten Dave Grohl. It was just so..."

"Well, you needn't worry about the bullies," Marty Einstein assured his counterpart's girlfriend. "The locals have them contained. By the way, Doc, the locals would really need your assistance in... in getting us all back home. From both you and your older counterpart, that is."

"I'd be happy to," replied Doc '87. "I can't help but feel as if this whole thing is partially my fault. I should've known better than to hire Biff to wax my car."

"There is no way you could have known, Doc," assured Marty '87, gently. "At least, we've reached the end of the tunnel." Turning to his girlfriend, he kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning, Jenn."

"Morning, Marty," Jennifer '87 replied, softly. "I was simply in the middle of a dream, where I was being chased by a giant chocolate eclair. Right now, I'm not so sure if I ever want to see another chocolate eclair."

"What?" gasped Jennifer '17, as her eyes popped open. As the two Jennifers stared at each other, Clint was afraid that they would go into shock - and pass out. Luckily, though, they didn't. "Are we having chocolate eclairs for breakfast?"

"I'm afraid not," replied Clint, softly. "We have plenty of other food that you might enjoy, though."

"What time is it?" muttered Marlene, as she started to wake it.

"It's Howdy Doody time," quipped Mike, as he also was waking up. He then stroked his girlfriend's forehead, as he whispered. "I'm so happy that you girls are okay."

As Clint glanced around the room, he saw the remaining occupants were waking up. He turned to the crowd, as he added, "Well, Marty and I will let you guys be. We'll be waiting for you guys, downstairs."

"Thanks for waking us, I guess," muttered Doc '87. "I guess it's been a long time."

Clint and Marty Einstein waved, as they turned to leave the room. Just as they began to step out, they heard a familiar exclamation: "Great Scott!" That had to be Doc '17.

"Well, that's over at least" Clint said, smiling. "I hope that the whole adventure will be over soon as well. Don't get me wrong, I like meeting all these people, but for now, I'm feeling homesick."

"Yeah, same here" Marty Einstein replied. "I hope that Dad can find a way to fix the system and get us home. And the Doc's, of course."

"Yeah, there's a lot of scientists here" Clint said. "They might be in each other's path instead of helping. After all, when there's too much people, one can't do much work either."

"Good point" Marty Einstein said, arriving at the stairs, where he saw Groups Two and Three just going down. "Hey! You guys up?"

"Well, you told us that breakfast was ready" Doc Three said, smirking. "Or Clint did, I don't remember... it doesn't matter. So, we thought: why don't we go down now? I felt hungry, and so did the others."

"Yeah, it's been some time since I got something to eat" Marty Junior Three said. "I just hope there's nice food around. I mean, there's so many people!"

"Don't worry" Clint said. "We've eaten some of it as well, after all. The food is fine."

"I'll trust your judgement then" Marty Junior Three replied.

"Same here," added Marty Jr Two. "As interesting as it is, I am a little anxious to get back home - and I'm sure that Stephanie here is, as well."

"You've got that right," agreed Stephanie, nodding. "Man, I was so beginning to think the chase would never end. It's so nice to see you, again."

"It still seems so odd to me," commented Suzy, sighing. "The fact that, in some of the other universes, Marty is dating someone else."

"It seems odd to me, too," agreed Stephanie, softly. "According to Harmony, both of them, I do exist in their universes - but I'm just a friend to them. I wonder how I first met Marty, in those universes."

"I sort of have the same problem," commented Stacy, "but in reverse. While there are three others of me dating an Alex counterpart, others are not. At least, the ones who are dating this Trevor guy - whoever he is - were lucky to not be captured."

"Think of how I feel, though," pointed out Marlene Three. "In all the EJ worlds, my counterpart is dating this Mike - and the only one from the PF worlds who are dating anyone is my counterpart who's dating Clint, from the universe why my dad is super-intelligent."

"It's so hard to imagine how, in that world," commented Stephanie, "Marty McFly Sr never became a rock all, I was a big fan of his music - from long before I met Marty Jr."

"Uh, excuse me," Clint interjected, with a light chuckle. "You're talking about Marty and I, as if we weren't here. We're from that world you're referring to, y'know."

"Oh, right, sorry," muttered Stephanie. "So, anyway, what time do you got?"

"I'm not quite sure" Clint replied. "I forgot my watch when we went on the trip."

Marty Einstein shook his head. "How could you forget a thing like your watch?" he muttered, unable to see how someone could do a silly thing like that. He then rolled up his sleeve, revealing two watches, one set to the current time, and one to the time in his home world. "Let's see... 11:32. It's about time for breakfast for you, I suppose... even though it's really almost noon."

"This is so odd" Stephanie said, shaking her head. "I mean, I'm used to sleeping in... but not like this! Well, I suppose that, with the long day we've got behind us, it's excusable."

"Yeah, it definitely is" Clint replied, gently. "So, are you guys hungry?"

"Didn't we already tell you?" Marty Junior Two said, chuckling. "Extremely hungry. I can't wait to get some food."

"Neither can I" Doc Three said. "Although I think that you guys could've woken us up a little sooner. I'm feeling really lazy now, having slept for so much time."

"Oh, Doc," Marty Sr Three said, chuckling and shaking his head, "you really won't ever lose that quirk of yours, will you? I told you it's fine to sleep in, but no, you never listen. Responsibility is good, but not the way you're over-reacting it."

"I'm not over-reacting" Doc Three protested. As he received a lot of stares from the group, he sighed. "All right, maybe I am. A little. I should be aware of the effects of a good night's sleep. But to wake me up at 11:30 in the morning... Great Scott, it's almost afternoon!"

"Considering your sleeping habits, I think it'd be about time for you to get to sleep for a full night" Marty Jr Three replied. "Dad told me you've frequently forgotten to go to bed over the past decades."

"He has?" Doc One commented, as the first group also exited their room and came down the stairs to meet up with them. "That'd never happen to me."

"Don't you lie" Marty Sr One said, chuckling. "It's happened to you some times as well. Not as often as with Three, I think, but it did happen."

"All right, a few times" Doc One admitted, embarassed. "How do you guys know about it, anyway?"

"I spent enough time with you to know" Marty Sr One replied. "I've stayed over at your house more than once, both in the present and in the past."

"And as for me, I've lived with my Doc for a few months" Marty Sr Three said. "And so has Jennifer. It was back in '89/'90, when Jen and I got married and hadn't got a house yet. His was big enough, so he let us stay. I insisted on doing something to bring in money in return, which he didn't exactly like."

"Well, you were my guest" Doc Three retorted. "I felt that you shouldn't do the work. You were my friend, after all."

"That is what a true friend would do" Marty Sr Three said. "And Jennifer helped as well." He sighed. "Oh boy, Jennifer! I haven't seen her in days now... man, do I miss her!"

"It's all right, Dad" Marty Jr Three said, patting his father on the back. "Everything will be ready soon, I'm sure. And then, we'll see Mom again."

"I really want for us go go back home, as well," added Marty Jr One, as he patted his counterpart's shoulder. "Well, at least, the nightmare is over!"

"Yeah, tell me about it," muttered Harmony One, shuddering. As Clint took a closer look at Harmony One, he saw that she was wearing a red Foo Fighters tee-shirt - complete with a big lightning bolt through the band's name. "I can't remember the last time I feared for my life - and I'll never be able to look at Griff the same way, again. I mean, the fact that I might have fallen into that ravine... It just..."

"Yeah, especially considering that Griff is from our world," Marty Jr One added, shuddering. He then placed a comforting arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, before adding, "It's amazing that your shirt is still in fine condition - even if it sure can use a little washing, once we get back home. Anyway, as nasty as Griff always was, I had never fathomed that he would ever..."

"Dude, I know how you feel," Teen Marty replied, sympathetically. "I mean, the whole thing started in our world. I feel so responsible for this!"

"Well, don't," assured Doc Three. "I mean, I'm still mad about my train - but you guys cannot help that you have... It's so amazing that it was the Amy Needles of our world who joined the Tannen, considering how much of a bully she is."

"Which still seems so odd to us," commented Alex, "considering that the Amy of our world is so nice. From what I can understand, Amy and Roberta were both abused by their father."

"Well, I think the Roberta of our world was abused by him," suggested Doc Three. "At lead, she grew up to be a decent young woman. Amy, though, was pretty much her father's favourite. I'm sure he doted on her, all the time."

"I think you're right," replied Clint. "Even though my family, as well as that of Marty's, may be different from those of the other worlds - the Tannens and the Needles really appear to have the same personality."

"I just hope there isn't a world where we turned out to be evil," Teen Marty said, shuddering, "when the Tannens... other than Bill, of course... are good. I'd certainly hate to think..."

At that moment, Clint and Marty Einstein - along with Groups One, Two, and Three - stepped into the kitchen. The members of Group Four were still in the middle of eating breakfast, while Groups Five through Eight seemed to be done.

"Do you think they'd mind, if we joined them?" Clint asked Marty Einstein. "While they might just be getting up, it's really about time for us to have lunch."

"I'm not sure" Marty Einstein replied. "This whole situation is a bit chaotic. Maybe Dr. Brown and Dr. Von Braun have plans for the lunch."

"We do indeed" Christopher said, coming over to them. "We're planning to set up a refreshment stand, so you can eat something all day long. If you wish, you can eat along now too, though - there is enough."

"Thank you" Clint said. "When will this refreshment stand be ready?"

"It'll take a while" Christopher confessed. "An hour, maybe even more. I'm not sure. You can't immediately eat from it, as there is a lot of food that has to be sent in. It will be good quality, though. While Clint doesn't really exploit his riches much, it does come in handy on times like these to be a millionaire."

"He's a millionaire?" Marty Einstein whispered, stunned.

"Certainly" Christopher replied. "He earned a lot of money by selling his 'inventions' in the early Twentieth Century." Sighing, the old man added: "I used to disapprove, especially in the early days. I thought Marty - Clint had acted irresponsibly by introducing all these technological advancements to the world. I've come to realise that it has done some good, though. The world is much better in this timeline, and with the time machines, I have seen that it will remain this way for a long time."

"Well, that's certainly a good thing" Clint replied. "Our worlds aren't anywhere near yours, even though with Mr. McFly inventing the fusion reactor and hover-conversion, a lot has changed."

"Mr. McFly?" Christopher said, confused. "Oh yeah, you're from that strange world. That means that your friend here is the son of an inventor, right?"

"That's correct" Marty Einstein responded. "I'm going to be a scientist too someday. Father confirmed it when looking it up in the future, and my IQ nears his. I have inherited his passion for inventing, which makes me even more a clone of my father than I already am by my looks."

"Oh yes, the old 'look-alike syndrome' we appear to have in Hill Valley" Christopher laughed. "My sons resemble me to a tee as well. Looks like we have wives with really recessive genes. What about your mother, Marty? Is she still Jennifer Parker, or did that change as well?"

"It did" Marty Einstein said. "Her name is Clara Parker, and she's from 1885 - Dad rescued her from falling off a cliff, much like you and the other Doc's rescued your wife from falling into a ravine. She looks like this Jennifer person though, even if she's probably a tad more intelligent."

"Fascinating" Christopher replied. "I wish I had the time to talk with you two like this all day, but I have to go, otherwise the refreshment stand will never be ready. And, uh, Marty? If you see your Dad, tell him to come over to us outside. We might need his help in getting the groups home."

"I will tell him that" Marty Einstein promised. "Maybe I'll even come over to see if I can help, too. Would that be okay?"

"Everyone is welcome, so long as they actively contribute" Christopher said. "The faster this is done, the better it is for everyone. I don't see any problems with that, and I'm sure the others don't either. But have some fun first. You don't want to miss out on the trip by just working."

"I will" Marty Einstein replied, as Christopher went off. Turning to Clint, he added: "Well, buddy, what are we going to do next?"

"Well, we should probably look for your dad," suggested Clint. "Then, you and him can help the locals of our world... get us all sent home to our respective worlds. Anyway, why don't we grab a bit to eat. I really don't blame the earliest travellers for still being so tired."

"All right," replied Marty Einstein, just as they sat at the table. They sat right between Docs One and Three. "So, uh, how are you guys enjoying your breakfast?"

Clint smiled at the group, as he reached for a few crescent rolls - and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Marty Einstein did the same.

"It certainly could use the nourishment," replied Doc Three. "So, you guys actually are from the world where... when I'm not so intelligent?"

"It seems odd to me, too," added Doc One. "Although, I do admit, I always wondered what my life would be like - had I never read Jules Verne. I guess yours would be such a world. However, I just can't imagine..."

"Well, at least, you guys are the majority," pointed out Marty Emmett. "Evidently, the versions of me of the EJ worlds seem to be just a little different from the me of the PF worlds - but I... Well, they quite seem to have a little more in common with each other - than any of them have with me. It's amazing that still ended up with Suzy, who..."

"Y'know, I was wondering about that," interjected Suzy Three, who was sitting next to her version of Marty Jr. "I don't actually suppose the me of your world is... a little more intelligent than me. Granted, I was typically a 'straight A' student - but..."

"The intelligence level does appear to be about the same," confirmed Marty Einstein.

"This is all so odd," commented Harmony One, as she was sitting next to her version of Marty. "I was also, in general, a 'straight A' student. Not to boast, or anything - but I usually was the one who..."

"... got better grades than me," finished Marty Jr One, sighing. "Yeah, let's rub that in - why don't you?" He flashed a lopsided smile, as proof that he was not offended.

"The same is also true of our world," added Marty Jr Three. "Suzy almost always had better grades than me."

"That is interesting, indeed," commented Marty Einstein, amazed.

"So," commented Doc '87, who sat opposite of his older same-world counterpart, "we are all supposed to help the locals, after breakfast."

"From what I understand, yes," replied Marty Einstein. "I actually am not very much into music, unlike my counterparts apparently are. I certainly would never sneak off to see a concert." Clint turned, and he noticed that Harmony One and Marty Jr One were blushing. "In fact, you couldn't pay me to go a rock concert."

"That is rather odd," commented Marty Jr One, sighing. "Harmony and I went to a lot of rock concerts. We really did, in fact, sneak off to see the Foo Fighters - when we were ten."

"At thirteen years old," added Harmony One, "we attended our second rock concert, which was also the Foo Fighters. This doesn't quite, of course, count the few private concerts that Marty's dad had put on - and we were invited to."

"Here you guys go, again," Teen Marty commented, laughing. "Talking about a band that doesn't yet exist, when I come from. Such is life, I guess."

"My first concert was at thirteen," added Marty Jr Three, "and, for me, it was also the Foo Fighters. It's cool to know that my counterparts are also fans of the group."

"Well, not me," pointed out Marty Einstein. "I mean, I do recognize the band's name - but, believe me, Clint is a much bigger fan than... than I am."

"That is true," confirmed Clint. "I also first saw them at thirteen, and I could not get Marty to come along. Eventually, I had to find someone else to join me."

"That is just so odd," commented Harmony One, sighing. "My Marty not liking the Foo Fighters? I just cannot imagine it!"

"Well, it isn't such that I particularly dislike the band," explained Marty Einstein. "I just happen to... Well, I'm just not that much into rock music. I don't even get why people are often so enthusiastic over the Beatles, but... Well, science is just more my forte."

"I'm not a Beatles fan, myself," replied Marty Jr One, "but I do understand the band's importance to rock history. If not for the Beatles, then it's very probable that most of our favourite bands would not even exist. Still, it simply doesn't mean I have to enjoy listening to the Beatles. It's important to make that distinction."

"I concur," agreed Marty Jr Three. "I really hate when people criticize me for not liking the Beatles - and the attitude that I am, somehow, 'required' to like the Beatles is... is a bit of a turn-off, to say the least. That being said, it really doesn't mean that I don't acknowledge the band's importance. After all, one can still rather appreciate the band - without necessarily having to derive personal enjoyment from the band's music."

"Well, as I said," commented Marty Einstein, "I'm just not into rock music, generally. I don't usually mind listening to it, if it's on - but just sitting and listening to it can... get a bit boring. Well, I guess I'm quite used to being the 'oddball' in the group."

"Well, you're unique," Clint assured his friend. "That, to me, is a very good thing. The world... or multiverse, as the case might be... sure would be boring, if we all liked the same things. Besides, just imagine if there were no scientists or inventors. It just..."

"I know what you mean," replied Suzy Three. "I really hate when people look down on scientists. To put it bluntly, I really think those people are being ungrateful bastards!"

"Y'know, Suzy," commented Marty Einstein, with a little chuckle, "I really think you just reminded me of why I fell in love with your counterpart. Indeed, I really do appreciate your open-minded attitude - and your lack of prejudice."

"Well, thank you," replied Suzy Three, as she placed her arm around Marty Jr Three.

"That really pisses me off, too!" added Harmony One. "Granted, my dad and grandpa are both scientists - and Melody is also wanting to be a scientist. So, yeah, I really do tend to take it a bit personally - when people bag on scientists."

Clint smiled, as he poured himself some more orange juice. Indeed, he had a feeling that he was in for another long day - but, at least, the bullies were finally out of the way. This most certainly would be an event to remember.