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.

28. Chapter 27

Authors' note: Even though this is the last chapter of the Clint Eastwood Universe, we do still have two more chapters to go - until the story is completed.

June 22, 1968
06:32 AM PDT
Clint Eastwood Universe

Christopher Brown Six felt torn, as he stood on the field in front of Dr. Von Braun's mansion. On one hand, he was going home, and he would be able to take up his life again. On the other hand, he would leave all of the people he had met. While that wasn't a very nice prospect, Chris wasn't sure what he preferred. Of course, he couldn't stay here forever, so he'd just have to accept that he would go home.

"All right, everyone" Clint Eastwood called out, as he was standing on a height of some sorts together with Chris Brown, Emmett Von Braun, Claudia Wells, Clara Brown, Doc One and Doc Three. "I'm sure that you've all enjoyed it here, and we liked having you over, but today, everything is going to come to an end. As we said last night, we are going to send you back. The return will go in order: Group Two will start, then Group Four, Five and so on. Groups One and Three will be the last to be sent off, including the group that came from 1987 in world one. Any questions?"

After a bit of discussion in the crowd, Alex J raised his hand. "How are you going to send us back?" he asked. "With that cube and that ray?"

"That's right" Clint said. "Last night, we collected the DNA of every version of Dr. Brown, except for the doubles - and from Brent and Connor in the Teens in Time and Mind Warped universes. We have managed to track down the dimension of your origin with that, and this dimension displacement laser - DDL for short - which includes components of both the computer parts from 2030 from the EJ universes and the DFSCUPCIF from the PF Universes..."

"The what?" Julia Belle said, confused.

"The DFSCUPCIF" Doc Three repeated. "Dimensional Flux Storage Capacitor Unit as well as Purposely Creator of an Interdimensional Field. It's sort of like a flux capacitor, but for travelling through dimensions."

"Oh, I see" Julia Belle said, although it was obvious from the way she looked that she still didn't entirely grasp it."

"As I was saying, this device, which includes parts from both EJ and PF dimension travelling machines, is capable of sending the cube to the dimension that is given to it" Clint said. "We simply put in the information the DNA tracking device gives us and the DDL will be capable of recognising the universe, finding it and transporting the cube to it. Of course, this only works if the cube is rotating at a given speed, much like in the Teens in Time universe."

"What speed is it?" Emmett D wanted to know. "I can imagine it would be rather high, if it must accomplish dimensional displacement."

"Actually, it is not that high," replied Clint. "We have to get the rotation up to four miles per hour - which means you might feel a little dizziness upon your return, but that's about it. We also determined the location of Hill Valley Park where we would send you. Naturally, this means you will have a walk a little ways home."

"And for the Teens In Time and Mind Warped Universes," Chris added, "you would be sent back to Evergreen Centennial Park. It will be just a quarter-mile inward, and it is a location that you should be familiar with. Any more questions?"

"What about the bullies?" asked Marlene Five. "How are you gonna send them back?"

"We took care of that over an hour ago," explained Clint. "They are now returned to their worlds, in which the results have been proven successful. We sent Cliff back last, since we had to make sure his return would be successful. As much as might not like to think of it, his return was the only one that was absolutely necessary - so that the Griff of that world could also be born."

With that, there was a collective sigh of relief. Chris Five certainly felt quite relieved. Indeed, this was a bittersweet experience. The odds of seeing his counterparts again were quite minimal.

"So, if there are no more questions," Clint continued, "we are about to send the folks of World Two back to their universe."

Everyone stayed quiet, and thus, Doc Two and his group walked up to the place where Clint and the others stood. Chris Six watched, fascinated, as the group neared the cube. He could see that they were hesitant, but also anxious to go home again. He could imagine that they were nervous about entering the machine, too.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Doc Two asked. "Not to doubt you, but that laser does look a little scary."

"I guess that it's okay, Dr. Brown" Stephanie Two said. "After all, they wouldn't let us make the trip otherwise."

"That's correct" Clint replied. "It is about as safe as it could be. I already put in the dimension of your origin, so now you can enter the cube."

Though nervous, Doc Two then stepped inside. He was followed by Alex J, while Marty Jr Two came after him. Then, Marlene Two, Mike Two, Stephanie Two and Stacy Two all stepped into the machine as well. As everyone was inside, the cube started rotating slowly. The group waved, even if they were kind of cramped with the machine being so small. After a few seconds, Clint pulled a lever on the DDL, and a beam of light shot towards the cube, lighting it up. As the cube was covered with light, a loud sonic boom sounded, and as the light cleared up, everyone could see that the cube was now empty.

"Ah, everything's gone" Chris said, happy. "I was afraid of that, you know. The machine could've just transported the persons, and left their clothes and other possessions behind."

"You didn't check first?" Clint called out, stunned. "Boy! Imagine if that had happened! We should've tested for that first!"

"You're probably right" Chris replied. "Well, it went right, and that's the main thing, isn't it?"

"Are we next?" Doc Four then called out. "You just said we would come after group two, so..."

"Yes, you're next" Emmett Von Braun replied. "However, you can't be transported immediately. The machine takes two full minutes to recover from the transportation. Afterwards, we first have to type in the full list of information that the DNA-reader gave us about your universe, and wait minute for the machine to process it. It will take us a while before everyone's back. Also, we shouldn't use the machine too often in succession, so we'd best take some breaks, too."

"That means it'll take a while before we get home, right?" Mallory Ross called out.

"That's correct," replied Emmett VB. "Since you are one of the groups to join, you would be on the last shift - which would be, uh, over an hour."

"Approximately two hours," Chris confirmed. "We have eighteen groups left to go. We could do the next three in two-minute intervals, and then wait fifteen minutes. This will give us three breaks between sending everyone home."

"I just hope I'll have enough food to tide me over," Amy called out. "I have to return to work, after we return to our world." Then, with a slight chuckle, she added, "It was about the longest lunch break I've ever taken. Even if some of it wasn't too pleasant."

"At least, you were one of the last to be captured," Jennifer '87 pointed out. "I'm not meaning to trivialize your situation, but just think of how it was for me."

"That's okay," replied Amy. "I imagine that it seemed to take forever, for you. It was scary for me, though - since I previously didn't know about time travel... or alternate reality travel."

"It was great to see you, Amy," added Natalie. "I'm sorry if I seemed like a bit of a pest , but... Well, in our world, you're my best friend..."

"That's okay, Natalie," replied Amy. "I actually quite enjoyed your company - and I can see why we would be best friends, if you existed in our world."

Chris Six smiled, as he thought of the conversation. Of course, he was already used to having a counterpart around - and his counterpart having a different wife and children. In fact, his twin daughters were the exact same age as his counterpart's elder son.

"Speaking of Amy," Doc Ten called, "What are we gonna do about the Amy of our world? She was the one to have her bank account cleared out."

"I'm sure that issue can be solved, one way or another" Doc One said, confidently. "It might be possible to convince the preservation service that it was a mistake. Even if Terry saw, uh, bad Amy voluntarily donating, you could take along the mind wiping machine, and remove the memories about it. You could then claim it was a thumb bandit who managed to transfer the money, not Amy herself."

"Do you think they'd believe that?" Doc Ten asked, quite sceptic.

Doc One shrugged. "You'll just have to act convincing. Anyway, with the mind wiping machine on you, it shouldn't be too hard."

"Yes, that's probably the least of our concerns" Clint said. "Anyway, we are just typing the last of the information into the DDL, so it is about ready to be used again. Group Four, if you will come up?"

"We will" Doc Four said, as he and the others walked to the time machine. Chris Six watched, interested, as the whole sequence repeated itself. Half a minute later, group Four had gone back to their world.

"It looks like our machine works perfectly, Doc" Emmett said. "With the exception of having to recover after every displacement, there are no nuisances, and the transition to the other universe goes very smooth."

"With so many scientists here, I could've guessed that it would work" Clint said, smiling. Then stepping forwards, he called out: "All right, everyone, maybe you should just look around for the last times, and say a few goodbyes if you haven't done so already - then we will call for the groups to come as the machine is ready."

As Clint and the others up front kept an eye on the recovering DDL, the groups scattered across the terrain for the last time. Chris Six walked up to his young friends, Marty Jr Six, Mike M and Alex P, who were in conversation with the youths from group seven.

"Hi, everyone" Chris Six said. "I thought you had already talked last night?"

"We have, but we couldn't let this opportunity pass" George E said. "As such, we decided to have a final talk, before our groups leave this world. We're probably the most related, as both of our pasts are related with the alternate reality that you-know-who created."

"That's a very good point," Chris Six agreed, nodding. "In a sense, I spent over thirty years in a world that I wasn't born into - as has Calvin, who formerly was Marty."

"I see what you mean," replied Chris Seven. "Of course, I don't think any of us would like to return to the worlds that we came from."

"I don't think I would ever like to visit it," Mike M commented. "It just sounds a little too scary. So, anyway, I'm so glad this whole thing is just about over."

"So am I," agreed Emmett G. "It was a terrifying experience, wondering if we would ever be able to rescue the girls. That being said, it was great meeting you guys."

"I can't argue with that," replied Alex P. "Well, in a way, I am a bit sad about leaving this world. On the other hand, though, it'll really be nice to the rest of our family and friends. I wonder what Mom..."

"I completely understand," agreed George D. "We also have the movies in that the locals have copied for us, and several CD recordings of the music in this world."

"Yeah, as someone who really loves music," commented Marty Jr Six, "it was so hard, thinking that I would never again hear any of those songs. It'll be nice to have those CDs on hand. I wonder if we could play them around our friends."

"I really don't see any reason why not," replied Marty Jr Seven. "After all, it's not like our friends have to know where the music comes from. They would probably assume that it was just some underground stuff that they never heard."

"I don't know about that," Chris Six replied, cautiously. He glanced at his counterpart, who was nodding. "There might be some risks to that, but..."

"Group Five!" called out Clint. "It's your turn to go."

"Our group will be next," Chris Six reminded his companions. "And then, after that, I guess it'll be the first break."

"Yeah, I suppose so" Alex P said. "I hope that we'll get to go home soon. I do think that we've said what we can say by now. I mean, we've had so many conversations..."

"I'll write everything down when we get home" Calvin McFly said, walking up to the group along with the other adults from world seven. "I have experienced so many things here, and it's sad that I can't write a book about it and publish it for the world to read it. It would be a great topic for a book, I'm sure."

"Oh yeah, you're an author" Mike M said. "What is your preferred genre? Science fiction, I suppose?"

"Exactly" Calvin M grinned. "Dad was always very proud of me. He said that he'd always hoped for one of his kids to follow his example and become an author, and that he had given up hope by the time I was adopted. After all, Dave was the most similar to Dad, in both timelines, and he never became an author. So, my father was very surprised when I did."

"Yeah, Dave is very similar to Dad" Marty Sr Seven said. "He was in the old timeline, and still is in the new timeline. They were always the closest." Sighing, he turned to Michael Brown, his third counterpart. "I guess we can't say that about his counterpart in your world..."

"No, Dad died in 1973, when Dave was just 11" Michael said, saddened. "They never got a chance to bond. Later, Dave just became a regular bum."

"It's sad" Chris Six agreed. "All of those people with hopeful futures who died or went into misery thanks to Biff. At least we're out of that world now, but the memory continues to haunt me."

"Same here, um, me" Chris Seven said, just as depressed. "I'd love to give Biff a beating for what he did, but I don't want to risk even more."

"You have a habit for not taking risks, haven't you?" Marty Jr Seven said, smirking. "I remember the conversation your son and I had just before we left."

"Oh, yeah, that" Michael Brown said. "He was complaining about your passwords again, Dad." Turning to Chris Six, he added: "What do you think about that, anyway? In our world, Dad is a little over-protective of the time machines..."

"...incredibly paranoid" Marty Jr Seven corrected.

"...because of his life in Hell Valley as a result of Biff stealing the time machine" Michael finished, glaring at Marty Jr Seven before turning back to Chris Six. "How are those things set up in your world?"

"We require three different passwords," explained Chris Six. "We require a word, and then a phrase, and then a sentence - and they have to be in that order." Then, in a quiet voice, he added, "Junior, Alex, and Mike did still manage to end up in 1986. Or, more accurately, in some sort of nexus connecting the time periods. It's a long story, but it had nothing to do with the time machines."

"Well, if it's a long story," replied Michael, looked disappointed, "then I guess we don't have time, even if it does sound interesting."

"Group Six," called out Clint. "It is now your turn."

"Well, I guess it's time to say good bye," Chris Six commented to his Group Seven companions, with sudden melancholy. "It's been nice meeting you."

All the members of Group Six waved to Group Seven, as the former made their way to the cube. The members of Group Seven waved back. Chris Six began to feel a little apprehension, as he and the rest of his group stepped into the cube.

"All right, it was nice meeting you guys" Clint said. "I hope that you'll have a safe ride home."

"I hope so, too" Doc Six said. "We barely fit in here."

"Yes, that's the problem with being so numerous" Clint said. "We could've made a bigger cube, but it would have taken longer. Uh, could you help with getting the door shut?"

"Sure" Marty Senior Six said, pulling on the door knob until it was fully shut. Chris Six then felt quite uneasy, and he hoped that it all would be over soon.

"Well," Doc Six then said, as the time machine was beginning to move around, "cross your fingers - if you still can. This will be over soon."

"Can't be soon enough for me" Lisa Jung said. "And I thought that cabin I slept in at the lake was kind of tight. This beats it easily."

"I'm feeling dizzy" Alex P complained.

"I'm getting a headache" Mike M chimed in. "Can't they do this sooner?"

To answer his question, a flash of light shot towards the cube. All of the group members closed their eyes. There was a loud sonic boom, and they then left the universe of Clint Eastwood.

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Chris Seven smiled wistfully, as he saw that the group from world Six had disappeared. He got a desire to go home himself, finally going home after such an exhausting journey, to take a shower and relax. However, he would have to wait a while for that yet.

"Are you feeling nervous, Dad?" asked Michael, softly. "I can't hardly believe that we're next, even though we have to wait fifteen minutes."

"In fact, I am feeling nervous," replied Chris Seven. "I have all sorts of mixed feelings. On one hand, I am very anxious to finally get back home. It was rather nice to see my mansion, again - even if, technically, it wasn't mine. Also, it was decorated a little differently - with the technology being more advanced, and all."

"I concur," replied Doc Seven. "I mean, I also miss my mansion. The one thing I'm very leery of, though - is if we'd all make it into the cube. We're even bigger than Group Six was, and... We really are the biggest group here, after all. Well, Group One is as big - but they're comprised of people from two different time periods."

"We'll worry about it, when the time comes," Chris Seven suggested. "Maybe we could do it in two turns. After all, the exact information in the DNA database should be the same... if you get what I mean."

"Yeah, I suppose I see what you're getting at" Doc Seven said. "So, well, what should we do in the meanwhile? Try to relax in the shadows a little bit? It really is better weather than yesterday. It was just too hot then."

"Certainly" Marty Junior Seven agreed. "I felt like melting yesterday. That's why I stayed in the mansion, all day."

"So did I" George E said. He then sat down, and the group followed his example. As they were sitting there, relaxing quietly, they were approached by another group. As they looked closer, Chris Seven could see that the Dr. Brown was wearing a name tag saying 'Doc Brown Eleven'. He was followed by Marty Senior Eleven, Marty Junior Eleven, Susan Brown, Suzy Eleven and Marlene Eleven. He remembered that this was the group from the world in which Marty McFly had become rich thanks to using the sports almanac.

"Hi, group Seven" Doc Eleven said. "I thought we should talk with you a while, since you're leaving soon... and to be fair, we have some odd differences and similarities. Both you and I, uh, Chris, married a Susan Brown... while our experiences with the almanac are more significant in both of our worlds than they were in the other worlds. You mind if we talk with you, until you leave?"

"Not at all" Chris Seven said, smiling. "Granted, I have to admit that I'm a little uneasy around your Marty, given what we experienced, but I believe you when you say that he was cured from his attack of greed that he suffered in the late '80s and early '90s."

"I'm so sorry about this" Marty Sr Eleven said, looking down. "I behaved like a jerk in those days. I wish that I could do something to make up, as I don't really deserve to be Doc's friend."

"Martin Seamus McFly!" Doc Eleven called out, visibly angered. "What is it with you and this, this guilt complex? You've never complained as much about as during this trip! I forgave you twenty-five years ago, you know. That's half your life away! Why do you keep feeling sorry? What you did was only making a mistake, like all humans make mistakes! Do you see Doc '87 constantly walking around blaming himself that he didn't bring those matchbooks back and thus indirectly allowed Cliff to steal the time machine? And that happened a week ago, unlike this incident, which ended 25 years in the past!"

"Doc '87 wasn't directly responsible for his actions, though" Marty Sr Eleven said, miserably. "Cliff made the decision to steal the time machine, like I made the decision to use the almanac. Therefore, I am guilty."

"Dad, when we get home, we should get you to go to a psychiatrist, no matter how much it risks the space-time continuum" Marty Junior Eleven said. "I thought you were over this by now, but the sudden resurgence of your guilt complex during this trip proved me wrong."

"I think it was partly my fault," Chris Seven replied, guiltily. "It was insensitive of me to mention that I felt uneasy around him. I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you meant no ill feelings," Doc Seven replied, softly. Then, turning to Marty Jr Seven, he added, "I think I would wait it out a few days. Besides, what exactly would he tell a psychiatrist. I mean, he can't very well mention the time travel stuff."

"You have a good point," agreed Marty Jr Eleven, in a near whisper. "I guess I just got worried, because I haven't seen him act this way in... in awhile."

"Same here," added Doc Eleven. "Then again, considering that our feuding lasted for many years... Well, I guess I should be more understanding. I guess we'll see what happens, after we get home. If he's not back to being his easy-going self after a month, then councilling might be necessary."

"Yes, you should," agreed Chris Seven. "I mean, you can't exactly change the past - and I... Well, I think the fact that he feels bad for his actions shows how much of a decent person he is - and how much he values your friendship."

"Well, thanks," Marty Sr Eleven replied, as he managed a small smile. "I guess it's just that this... this event... has triggered some unpleasant memories for me. It also does not help to think of how... how the Tannens became... when they had the almanac."

"But you're not a Tannen," Maria Eleven pointed out, emphatically. "I doubt that they would ever feel guilty or ashamed of their actions. On one hand, I just hate seeing you beat yourself up over your past mistakes. On the other hand, though, it's good that you do have a conscience and a heart."

"Well, you folks have all really made good points," Doc Eleven agreed, softly. "I guess the only reason why I keep getting impatient about his guilt complex is because... It's just that I care for him, and I sure hate to see him be so down on himself. Although, I guess getting impatient with him about it is rather counter-productive."

"I guess it's simply part of being human," Doc Seven pointed out. "But, yes, after you get home - see how he... Just try to be a little more understanding, okay?"

Chris Seven swallowed, as he glanced at Marty Sr Seven. That was the Marty who had purchased the almanac - and, as such, was indirectly responsible for bringing into existence the universe he came from. Yet, it never really occurred to him to blame Marty - who, he figured, never meant any harm.

"Hey, Marty," whispered Chris Seven, nervously. "I was thinking that... Well, why don't you try talking to your World Eleven counterpart? If reassurance from anyone would help him, I think you're our best best."

"Sure, no problem," Marty Sr Seven replied, smiling. Then, turning to Marty Sr Eleven, he added, "Hey, buddy, I understand how you feel. I often wondered what would've happened, had I not dropped the almanac on the ground. I guess now I know."

"My goodness!" gasped Marty Sr Eleven. "I guess I never quite realized it before. I guess, prior to that event, our lives were exactly the same. This is just so..."

"...strange" Marty Sr Seven finished. "Yes, it sure is. I've always thought that you were in a great position - even if you had abandoned your friendship with Doc Brown over the matter. I know how I felt, as I was buying the almanac."

"You mean, you knew about me?" Marty Sr Eleven said, shocked. "But you never visited our world! I don't recall any of the like, at least."

"No, I didn't," Marty Sr Seven replied, "but the visitors from world Three did, and their last visit on that trip was to our world. They stayed with us for days, as we had to repair the dimensional circuitry - and in the meanwhile, we heard about their experiences."

"That's strange" Marty Sr Eleven muttered. "I guess that maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself - but I can't help but feel guilty, over what I've done. Haven't you got that? I mean, whether you intended it or not, your purchase of the almanac did clear the way for Biff to make himself rich and to create the horrible world where your other self and Doc's other self came from." He shivered. "I'm so glad that I never got to see that world. It sounds like hell itself."

"Yes, I can see the similarities" Marty Sr Seven said. "I guess that it's good that you never saw it, because if you had, your guilt complex would've increased. And yes, I do feel guilty sometimes, but I know that no one blames me - because ultimately, Biff was the one who was wrong, not me. And I helped them escape the alternate world, so that counts in my favour, too."

"Well, in my case, I was fully wrong" Marty Sr Eleven replied. "I was the only one who actually did use the almanac - and I nearly killed Doc's kids. Sure, I flew into a rage for a reason - but Doc had the right to be there and attempt to stop me from my horrible attempts to alter history."

"Marty..." his counterpart said, sighing. "We all make mistakes, don't we? It's not like you're the only one who ever did something wrong in here. We all did, and we terribly regret it, but there's nothing we can do about it."

Marty Sr Eleven frowned. "Actually, there is something I can do..."

"No" Doc Eleven said, stepping over to his friend and putting his hand on Marty's shoulder. "You are not going to use the time machine to alter this, and you know why not? Because it won't make a difference, not even to you. Because you still know you have done it, and you will have to live with the memories forever, and this time around we won't understand you. And it's not like you actually did kill the kids or Susan or me. We all came out fine."

"I guess so" Marty Sr Eleven muttered. "But what if someone else went back? I wouldn't remember then..."

"I just told you, it wouldn't make any difference" Doc Eleven said. "It's not like there's someone you killed whose live you have to save. You're fine, I'm fine, we're friends, everything is just okay. And besides that... I'm sorry for yelling at you, Marty."

"It's okay, Doc" Marty Sr Eleven said. "I think you're right, then. I should just let my stubbornness go, like in 1992 when I had to convince myself as well. You're right. I guess I am making a fuss out of nothing, after all. But I still think that what I did was wrong, and that I should find some way to pay you back some day, even if it's largely symbolic."

"Just be my friend" Doc Eleven said. "That's enough. And," he added, smirking, "if you desperately want to make up, you can do so at my next birthday."

"Besides, if you do go back in time," added Marty Sr Seven, "you could, potentially, create a time paradox. Last night, I sure heard young me and Jennifer discussing a real similar situation - with regard to Junior and... Harmony... sneaking off to a Foo Fighters concert at ten. They were real worried how retaining the knowledge would affect the future. It's a very good thing that Doc One removed those memories."

"That's a good point," Marty Sr Eleven agreed, softly. "So, yeah, if I went back in time to undo the whole almanac fiasco - it would not only, potentially, adversely affect my relationship with Doc... but it could possibly create a real paradox, with regard to this current trip."

"Precisely," confirmed Marty Sr Seven. "As well as possibly that of the first trip of Doc and me from World Three. So, as such, you also certainly have that to keep into consideration."

"I never thought of it that way," Marty Sr Eleven confessed, "but you're right. I guess I have to accept that what's done is done, and move on from there."

"Exactly," replied Marty Sr Seven. Glancing at his watch, he added, "It's probably time for us to get going - but it's sure good that we were able to talk, during these last few minutes."

"Yes, thank you," replied Marty Sr Eleven. "I do feel a little better, now that we had that talk. Now, I just have to think of something special to do for Doc's birthday."

As both Marty Srs burst out laughing, tears filled Chris Seven's eyes. He began to feel wistful, as he realized that his adventures were about to end. Of course, he also felt happy to return home - as well as relieved that the girls were rescued. Still, he would sure miss everyone - and the folks from Worlds Two, Four, Five, and Six had already been sent back to their worlds. Indeed, it was a bittersweet moment.

"Group Seven," called out Clint. "It is now your turn."

Chris Seven turned to see his Marty hugging his World Eleven counterpart. He made his way to the cube, as he felt quite apprehensive - for more than one reason.

"You're a large group" Emmett said, staring at them. "I think you can all fit in, but it will be quite hard to do. I'm not sure whether the machine would be able to work, then."

"What about splitting us up?" Doc Seven suggested. "That way, we can go in two groups, and the cube won't be as full."

"I suppose that is an option" Chris said. "How many of you are around?"

"Well, there's me, of course" Chris Seven said. "Then, there's my counterpart, and Marty Sr, and Calvin... and Michael. That makes five. Then, their sons are there: Marty Junior, George and Emmett. Then their significant others are Suzy, Maria and Julie, and finally, we've got Marlene. That would make a grand total of twelve persons."

"Okay" Clint said. "Why don't we split it up by Doc? I mean, that you command a group, Doc... and you too, Chris?"

"Sounds fine" Chris Seven said. "I suppose that we can then give Doc Seven Marty Senior, Marty Junior, Suzy, Marlene and Maria, while I keep Calvin, Mike, George, Emmett and Julie. That would be a good partition, I think."

"Fine with me" Chris said. "All right, Doc Seven? I think your group should go now."

Doc Seven nodded, as he and his half of the group stepped into the cube. Chris Seven watched in fascination as his counterpart and his friends vanished from the cube.

"I guess we'll have to wait two minutes now, and then we'll be sent off ourselves?" Michael Brown said.

"That's right" Clint replied, smiling. "I know you must be anxious to get home, but you'll have to wait a little while more."

"Well, I like it here too" Michael Brown said. "But yeah, home is great as well. You are going to send us back to shortly after the moment we left, aren't you?"

"Yes" Emmett said. "That should be around a quarter past six, on August 10th, 2017. Shortly after your other selves left to go on this mad trip."

"I would kind of like to see them" Marty Junior said, grinning. "It would be nice if we could reassure our younger selves that everything would turn out fine, and that they had nothing to worry about. Of course, that wouldn't be very safe for the space-time continuum."

"No, that's correct" Clint said. "Also, it would just confuse them - and make for more chaos, with all the look-alikes already there."

"So, are you going to send us back shortly after the other part of our group arrives?" George inquired. "It would be a little weird otherwise, you know."

"We'll send you back thirty seconds later," explained Clint. "That will, it will give them enough time to clear up the space for you guys - but not go too far."

"Okay, that works," Chris Seven replied, smiling. He then looked up, as he saw four people making their way to the group. He was Doc Thirteen, Marty Sr Thirteen One, Marty III One, Sarah One. "Well, hey, you guys."

"I know we don't have much time left," commented Doc Thirteen, "but I just thought we should say our final good-byes. I still can't get over how, in our world, there were three times that a Tannen became rich and corrupt."

"What was the third?" asked Michael. "I know there was the case with Griff, as well as the case with Biff - which seems to be common with about the worlds." Then, with a gasp, he added, "Oh, yeah, that's right! Buford, it was."

"That's correct," replied Doc Thirteen. "I was lucky to not have witnessed that world, but Jules and Verne could tell you all about it. Apparently, my counterpart met a very similar fate of George and Marty Jr. I wonder what would have become of that world, eventually."

"Maybe lead to a full-blown dystopia?" Marty Sr Thirteen Two suggested, shuddering. "Of course, in the Griff-horrific world - it was already quite dystopian. It seems rather strange to think that I took on the role of Doc, but we succeeded."

"That means you and I have something in common," Clint pointed out, smiling. "Even though neither of us have the IQ of Marty Sr Seventeen - we still, in a sense, took on Doc's roles. We became successful, in our own right."

"Well, all the Martys that I've known have always been so resourceful," Chris Seven pointed out, as he smiled fondly at Michael and Calvin. "If it wasn't for the courage of Calvin, I probably never would've escaped from the sanitarium. Hell, all three Martys were helpful."

"Sort of like Marty III was, in ours," added Marty Sr Thirteen Two. He then added, "I hope you folks have a safe journey back home. I don't know if we'll ever meet, again - but it was nice meeting you guys."

"Same to you," replied Chris Seven. As he looked up, he saw Clint pointing towards the cube. "Well, this is our cue to get going."

With that, Chris Seven stepped into the cube. Calvin, Michael, George, Emmett, and Julie all followed suit. As all six of them were inside, Chris Seven's heart really began to race. The big moment was to happen at any time. Upon that thought, a flash of light shot towards the cube - as the entire second half of the group closed their eyes. There was a loud sonic boom, and they then left the universe of Clint Eastwood.

oooooooooo

Brent Ross smiled, as he was looking at his wife. He could hardly believe that, in an hour or so, they were going to get home. It had been a while since they had departed from his home world, desperately looking for a way to free the captives of the Tannens and their lackeys.

"Hi, Brent" Todd M said, walking up to them. "I'm glad we're going home. Sure, everyone is friendly, but I miss my home world. At least there, Kelly and I won't get stared at so much."

"Yeah, you'd think that they would have learned our identities by now" Kelly said, sighing. "We just happen to look like a pairing which recalls bad feelings by some of the other groups... that's not our fault, is it? And it's been two days since we arrived!"

"Technically, it's been closer to a day and a half" Brent R pointed out. "But yeah, I get your point. It must be a nasty experience. Mallory and I don't have that so much - even if we do look a bit strange together, compared to what became of our look-alikes in the Back to the Future worlds."

"Anyway," Mallory said, "it's probably better not to make a fuss about it, Kelly. We're going home soon, after all. And if you want to understand what they feel about the whole situation, you could always watch the movies which they gave us."

"Yeah, that would probably be an option" Todd M agreed. "I think it's really nice of... well, whoever thought of it... to get some copies of the movies for everyone who didn't have them. It's going to be fascinating to see myself on television, and of course, the Marty McFly's whom we've met on this trip."

"It was a nice idea, sure" Brent R agreed. "Well, shall we sit down now? It's nice to be in the shadow, instead of the hot sun like yesterday. I think that once I'm home, I'm going to take a trip in the time machine to any winter, to cool down."

"You've got to be kidding, Brent" Kelly chuckled. "Really? Considering what we just went through, I wouldn't touch the time machine for quite some time anymore."

"Well, we've still got to carry it home" Brent said, laughing. He then paled. "Great Scott!"

"Picking up the Docs' habit, sweetheart?" Mallory said.

Ignoring her, Brent started to pace around nervously. "How could I have forgotten that! We still have to figure out a way to get the time machine home... and it'll never fit in the cube! I wish I just hadn't caved in when Marty Seventeen suggested that I'd take it along! It's caused nothing but disaster!"

"Yes, you really are starting to sound like Doc!" Marty Emmett agreed - as he joined Brent R, Todd M, and the girls. "I'm really looking forward to getting home, myself. I simply feel bad about the fact that this happened on my anniversary with Stephanie Stebbs. Well, it won't be too late to celebrate - once we get home."

"So, uh, who was the last group that was sent home?" asked Todd M. "I'm wondering how long we have to wait."

"That was Group Ten," replied Marty Emmett. "That was the group where my father never went to 1955. Similar to Group Sixteen - except that, with Group Sixteen... Well, Dad and Doc still went to 2015 - and then to 1985-A... Man, I'm so glad I never saw that world - and my Dad's also lucky, in that respect. And then there was the trip to 1885, where Doc married Clara Clayton."

"Wow! You have all the groups memorized," Brent R gasped, as he felt impressed, "In fact, even I don't have them all memorized."

"That's because we came from a different world from the rest," Todd M pointed out. "As such, I guess the differences aren't as interesting to us. Although, I guess they will be - after we watch the movies."

"Ah, yes, the movies," Marty Emmett muttered, as he looked uneasy. "That means, Group Eleven would be next. That's the group that Dad purchased the almanac, and his relationship with Doc became strained. It's hard for me imagine that happening."

"Group Eleven!" called out Clint, almost as if on cue. "It is now your turn."

"Weird!" Marty Emmett commented, laughing. Stephanie Nineteen walked up to him, as she slipped her arm around his waist, "Hey, hey!" Marty Emmett gasped, laughing. "How are you doing?"

"I just wanted to be with you," Stephanie Nineteen replied, smiling. "So, uh, what are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, I was just chatting with the folks from the.. the Teens In Time Universe," Marty Emmett explained. "The trilogy that replaces Mind Warped in the PF worlds."

"Ah, I see," replied Stephanie Nineteen, softly. "So, uh, since Group Seven was sent home in two shifts - they had given the cube a break after Group Nine. I guess the next break would be after Group Thirteen, the group that joined us from 2047."

"I think so," Marty Emmett agreed, "and then the next break would be after Group Seventeen, the group where the intelligence levels of Doc and Doc were switched - and exaggerated. Even my counterpart of that universe is on the smarter side."

"Then it would be Groups Eighteen through Twenty-One," Stephanie Nineteen pointed out. "I guess that means we are in the last group. By the way, where is Amy? I know she has to return to work, once we get back home."

"Over there," Marty Emmett replied, pointing, "talking to Natalie. I know, at first, Amy was a little freaked out with being followed around by Natalie - but now it seems like... like they've been friends their whole lives."

"I guess that would be because, in Natalie's world, Amy is her best friend," Stephanie Nineteen suggested. "While, in our world, Natalie doesn't even exist."

"That would make sense," Marty Emmett agreed. "Natalie is from Group Fifteen, which would place her in the shift before ours."

"Indeed, this is interesting," Brent R mused, softly. "It seems like most of the people with publicity, from celebrities to political figures to notorious criminals, exist in all of our universes. I simply wonder if any of the people we know in our day-to-day lives, though, exist in any of the other worlds."

"Yeah, that might be true" Marty Emmett agreed. "We probably don't exist in the Teens In Time world, nor in the Mind Warped World. Most likely, the Browns don't exist either. However, other folks, people outside the Brown, McFly and Tannen families, might exist. For all we know, my dear Stephanie might even exist in your world."

Stephanie Nineteen smiled at him. "Yeah, I might exist" she said. "Is Elmdale around in your world? That's where my twin sister Stacy lives, with her boyfriend Trevor. Of course, in some of the other EJ worlds, Marty here has a twin - and thus, Stacy dates that twin instead of Trevor and stays in Hill Valley. I guess that Stacy, if she ever found out about that, would be terribly insecure about her relationship with Trevor, since so many versions of her preferred Marty Nineteen over him."

"That seems to be a phenomenon that appears often" Kelly said, thoughtfully. "Marty Emmett's other selves also date Harmony's and Suzy's, instead of you. Also, there's Calvin Klein Eight and Nine, and Marty Seniors Ten and Seventeen, who all married someone else, too."

"Good point, Kelly" Mallory replied. "And there's also the various versions of Doctor Brown, who are married to Clara's, Jessica's, Susan's, a Julia... it's quite the odd bunch, isn't it?"

"At least, there's only one universe of us" Brent R said, putting an arm around Mallory's shoulder. "I couldn't imagine marrying someone else. I guess that's the same thing for many people out here, but with me... well, I'd like to think it's different here. Mallory is the only one for me. No exceptions."

"I suppose so... even if the Dr. Browns also thought that before they met up with the other versions of themselves and their wives" Todd M said. "But, to move away from this subject... no, there's no town called Elmdale in our world. We live in Green Valley."

"That's weird" Marty Emmett said. "I guess that either you and your sister don't exist then, Stephanie... or you guys have moved to another town."

"That might be a possibility" Stephanie said. "Well, there's probably no way to find out about that now. It's probably not a big deal, anyway."

"Group Twelve!" Clint then shouted. "Please come up!"

"It's going to take a while before we get back, isn't it?" Brent R said, sighing. "I don't mind waiting, we've been here for some time now, but eventually, I'm going to get tired of just sitting here and talking. I wonder why they woke us up so early in the first place, since we have to wait more than an hour before getting home."

"It'd be nice," commented Marty Emmett sighing, "if we could, at least, put on some music." Then, looking around, he added, "Then, again, at least we can do some last minute chatting. To answer your question, I guess they just thought it was easier to get us all in one group." Then, turning to his left, he added, "It looks like Amy is taking a little snooze, while leaning against Natalie. It's just as well, since she will have to return to work. She was on lunch break, when she was captured."

"Maybe I could take a little snooze, as well," Brent R suggested, as he began to realize just how exhausted he felt. "Now, if my calculations are correct, after Group Thirteen leaves for their world... Well, it'll be time to give the cube another rest."

"That means we have over a half hour left," Todd M pointed out, sighing. "When we get back home, we should probably sleep by your place. Kelly and I still live with our parents, and we wouldn't want our parents to get suspicious or worried."

"That's absolutely no problem," Brent R assured. Then, turning to the Mind Warped folks, he added, "They must be about as tired as us. And four of the six would not quite be returning to their home. I kind of feel bad for them."

"Look at it this way, though," Marty Emmett pointed out. "We were amongst the last ones to join the trip. If anything, the ones who were the on the trip longer probably deserve to be the first ones sent back home. So, as such, we should rather consider ourselves lucky."

"Well, now that you've put it that way," Brent R replied, sighing. Then, realizing something else, he added, "Although, Groups One and Three are still here. I wonder how it must feel to be them. Of course, they're not going home in the cube."

"Nonetheless," Todd M added, "I still could use a long nap. I just wish we didn't have to get up so early. Plus, the food they gave us just isn't real satisfying. Not to sound ungrateful, but... Well, I really could go for a big breakfast."

"We can probably arrange that," suggested Brent R, as he stomach growled. "I really could go for a ham and cheese omlette. I'm sure we can find a restaurant that serves breakfast later in the day."

"Group Thirteen!" Clint called out. "It is now your turn. After that, we'll give the cube another fifteen-minute break."

Brent R blinked, just as he glanced at the group stepping up to the front. From what he recalled, they were the group that joined from the year 2047. He swallowed, as he saw three generations of Marty - which could also be three generations of Todd M.

"Imagine that" Marty Emmett said. "That's the group from 2047. I wish that I had visited such a time period. Of course, you guys have been to... 2085, right?"

"That's correct" Todd M said. "And Mallory here even used to live there. However, Kelly didn't get to see anything - not in 2085, nor anywhere else in the future. She was the unlucky one out of us, I guess."

"That's right" Kelly said, sadly. "I wish I had seen some more of the future, but that's just bad luck, I suppose. At least Brent has promised me that we'll make another trip soon."

"I don't use the time machine very often" Brent R admitted. "It's fun, but very small, and time travelling does have the eternal risk of altering history. Which is something that I would not want to have caused."

"Very good point" Stephanie Nineteen replied. "I sometimes wish we used the time machine more often as well, but there's certain danger involved. At least it's given more use in our world, than in yours, Brent."

"Yeah, probably so," Brent R replied, as he glanced lovingly at his wife. "Mallory has been rather skittish about taking another time travel trip, which I sure cannot blame her. After all, she's been through a lot. That said, though, I really would love to get more use out of the machine - and, plus, Kelly has been wanting to use it."

"Well, I would like to take a time travel trip," Kelly replied, softly. "I mean, other than this one - which barely counts, seeing as it's a different world."

"Barely counts?" Stephanie Nineteen asked, blinking. "If you ask me, I think it's even more exciting - well, other than the 'being captured by the Tannen bullies' part. But, still, I think it's more exciting to learn that there are other worlds out there."

"Uh, yeah, you're right," Kelly replied, nervously. "I wasn't meaning to contest that. I just meant that... Well, I would love to see some of the other time periods in our own world - even if there are risks involved. That was all I meant."

"Well, not me," Mallory replied, sighing. "I mean, it's not to say that I... that I would never like to go on another time travel - but I sure do think we need a break from it, for a long time. As exciting as this is... Well, it really takes a lot out of me."

"Just like Amy!" gasped Stephanie Nineteen. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "I'm guessing that Kelly, at least, knew about time travel - while poor Amy rather..." She turned her head, as she added, "It's probably best that we just let her sleep."

"Well, on that note," Brent R replied, yawning, "I could go for a little snooze, myself." He sat on the ground, as he added, "At least, yesterday, most of you actually got to relax. I didn't quite have the luxury. Granted, I did volunteer - but, still..."

Mallory sat on the ground, as she smiled at Brent R. "Just lean against me, Brent," Mallory whispered, as as she drew Brent R close. "Clear your mind, and relax."

Brent R smiled, as he leaned against his wife. He closed his eyes, as he sighed. He began to imagine a giant eraser erasing his concerns of the past few days from the mind. There were then random images popping through his head, as his eyelids grew heavy. Before long, he had drifted into dreamland.

oooooooooo

Connor O'Connor sighed, as his glanced at Melissa Van Dixon. Joining her were Brent Atkins and Todd Krebs - along with their respective girlfriends, Rachel Meyer and Trina Collins. The whole group looked to be very exhausted, even though none had to work quite as hard as he did. Indeed, this was a fascinating experience for him - other than the fact that the girls were kidnapped.

"I guess that we're reunited now" Connor said, smiling. "I'm glad that we're all here again. I suppose that I haven't been seeing as much of you, over the past two days, as much of the others have of their wives or girlfriends. I hope that you're not mad at me for that, Melissa."

"Certainly not" Melissa said, as she smiled back at him. "I can understand that you wanted to finish your work on the machines that are going to bring us back home. What exactly did you do, Connor? You told me that you were working with Marty Senior Seventeen..."

"Is that that Marty?" Todd K asked. As Connor nodded, he added: "That must've been tough for you. He sounded like a rather strange fellow to work with. No offense to him, but his wild behavior and enthusiasm must've driven you close to madness at least once."

"Maybe it has" Connor admitted, smirking. "I didn't dislike him, though. He's a nice fellow, and I managed to get around the differences we've got. It's not nice to talk bad about him anyway, since he's no longer around... he left with the last group. Never mind that, to answer Melissa's question, I've been busy with the removal of the memories of the bullies. That was a major issue which we had to contend with, as well - but I think it worked out fine. I'm sure that everything will turn out okay, and the residents from the universe where they're from can ensure that it does."

"That's us for Charlie Penwell" Brent A noticed. "Even if he's just from my world... well... where did you send him back to, Connor?"

"You mean, where did the Doc's send him back to" Connor corrected. "To your world. I'm afraid that you and Rachel will have to deal with him... but I'm sure that he doesn't remember anything of this trip. Nothing of the chase, but nothing of the alternate worlds either."

"That sounds good" Brent A said, relieved. "I was afraid that he was going to cause more trouble in my world. If he knew about all that happened here... well, even if you don't have a time machine like the others do, he's still going to cause trouble."

"Knowing Charlie Penwell, he's going to do that anyway" Trina said. "It's odd, isn't it, Connor? Ours is the only universe around which doesn't have a time machine... well, there might be another one, but I don't think so. It makes me wish that you would build a time machine as well."

"You know that I know the dangers of something like that" Connor replied. "Also, I am not the same as the Doc's and Brent from the Teens In Time world. Maybe I can't even invent the time machine."

"That's just your modesty speaking, Connor" Melissa said, shaking her head. "You know you can do it. If the others managed it, you certainly can too."

"Well, I won't completely rule out the possibility," Connor replied, softly. "Still, after all that we've been through, the chances of me creating a time machine are... even less likely. I mean, we're lucky that things worked out they did."

"You guys also anxious to get back," Todd M asked, turning to the group. "I can tell that this has taken a lot out of Brent. Our Brent, that is."

"Well, your Brent doesn't really look like me," Brent A pointed out, laughing. "I mean, he looks more like Connor."

Connor turned towards Brent R, who was leaning against Mallory. Almost as if on cue, he stretched. Then he asked, "How long have I been out?"

"You were out," Mallory explained, "just shortly after Group Thirteen left - and, about ten minutes ago, Group Seventeen left. That means you were out for about... half an hour. So, uh, how are you feeling?"

"I sure needed to use the nap," Brent R replied, yawning. "So, uh, I guess it won't be for too much longer."

"Nope!" Mallory replied, smiling. "There are just two more groups to go, before we leave."

Connor glanced to where the members of Group Nineteen were gathered. As Amy was still asleep, Natalie was unable to say a proper good-bye to him. Instead, she kissed Amy on the head - as well as slipped a note in her pocket. Marlene Nineteen then took over with allowing Amy to lean against her.

"What time is it?" Amy mumbled, sleepily. "Where am I?"

"You're still in Clint Eastwood's world," Marlene Nineteen explained, softly. "Natalie left, about three worlds ago. I think you were asleep for about forty minutes."

"That's probably just as well," replied Amy, stretching. "I'll have to return to work, when we get back." She then reached into her pocket, as she added, "Good, I have some beef jerky left - along with a... a folded up sheet of paper."

Connor smiled, as he thought of how much he could also use a nap. Still, he has some unfinished business to take care of. Indeed, he really felt as if he should wait awhile - before pursuing another inter-dimensional trip.

"Group Eighteen," called out Clint. "It is now your turn to come up."

Connor swallowed, as the group walked up to the cube. He realised that he didn't really know what group group Eighteen was. He didn't remember them. As he looked closer, the group didn't contain any oddities - aside from the fact that it contained Stephanie Stebbs, which made it clear that this was a group from an EJ world.

"Imagine that" Melissa said. "In about three turns, we'll be leaving this world. We're going home again... after so much time."

"Well, there's a lot of loose ends to tie up first" Connor reminded her. "Yet, I can see what you mean. It's amazing that we can finally go home, together, alive and well... it's seeing what I hoped for during the chase coming true. That's just great."

"Good morning, Connor" Brent R then greeted, as he looked at the Mind Warped group. "It's intriguing to not see such a large crowd around us, anymore. There should only be... what, twenty-five people now?"

"I think a bit more" Trina said. "There's groups Twenty-One, Twenty, Nineteen... Eighteen..."

"There goes the last group" Todd K corrected her, as the cube lit up and a sonic boom shattered.

"... I stand corrected. Then it's just the three of them, but with groups Three and One remaining until the end, and the various locals that are around... yeah, I think that there should still be 30, maybe 35 people around here."

"That's still a lot less than before" Brent A said. "My namesake's got a point. It's very odd to see how just a short time ago, there were nearly two hundred people, and now, there's only... what, a fifth left? A sixth, even? It's fascinating."

"It sure is" Connor said, smiling. "Oh, hi Amy."

"Hi Connor" Amy said, as she walked up to groups Twenty and Twenty-One. "I thought that I should say goodbye, since our group is leaving very soon."

"I suppose so, yes" Rachel said. "The cube just has to pause a little, and then, you guys can go. You should be out of here in what, two minutes? two and a half?"

"I'm going to miss this place" Amy sighed. "It's very interesting to see all this... and I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to you guys. Even if I was still very stunned with the time travel and all going on, I never thought that I would get the chance to meet you guys - the actual characters from Mind Warped. I mean, that's even better than meeting the actors!" She got out her cell phone, and blushed. "Um... I hope you don't mind, but... can I have a picture of your group?"

"Sure!" Melissa gushed. "I know what it's like to be a fan of a movie, given that I saw Mind Warped... and thus, I understand your sentiments. I won't say it isn't freaky that you're treating us like movie characters, which it is, but you can go ahead for all I care... if the others agree with it, that is."

Connor nodded and smiled, along with the other members of his group. "I don't mind, at all. I sure can tell that this trip has actually taken a lot out of you. So, uh, how are you feeling? Are you excited to be going back home?"

"Well, this was just about the longest lunch break I've ever taken," Amy commented, softly. "Also, I'm quite gonna miss Natalie. I'm very glad that she left me a little note. After all, it'll be so nice to have something to remember her by."

"That sounds so lovely," gushed Connor. "Now, we'll give you something to remember us by. Well, aside from the movies... which did not actually include us - but, rather, the actors who played us. Do you have any plans, after you return home?"

"Well, I do have to return to work," explained Amy. "which I'm real nervous about. I have half a mind to take the rest of the day off, but we've been under-staffed - so, uh, I suppose I'll make it." With a giggle, she added, "I've sure been gone for nearly two days, and the boss will not even notice."

"I sure wish you the best," replied Conner. He looked through his wallet, as he knew the perfect picture he wished to give to Amy. Not long after Brent, Todd, and the girls had entered his world - he did have picture taken of the six of them. He handed it to Amy, as he added, "Here you go!"

"Oh, thank you!" gushed Amy, smiling. "Well, now that I know about time travel - it'd be real nice, if Doc ever took me another trip in one of his time machines. Even if this trip did start out being traumatic, I sure can think of some eras that I'd like to visit."

"Group Nineteen!" called out Clint. "Come on up. It is now your turn."

"You take care," Amy called out, as she waved at the group. The rest of the group also waved, as they began walking towards the cube. "Good bye, everyone!"

Connor sighed, as he began to realize just how small the group has gotten. Indeed, if including Groups One and Three - they were now down to four visiting groups. He felt wistful, as he saw the members of Group Nineteen step into a cube.

"I guess it's just us, now," commented Brent R, softly - as he seemed to be thinking the same thing as Connor. "Say, do you think you still end up... taking a trip to our world? You did mention that that's what you were thing of doing, before the whole... the whole occurrence took place."

"Well, I won't rule out the possibility," replied Connor. "Still, once we get back to our world... I'll have to work on sending Brent, Todd, and the girls back to their worlds."

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" gasped Brent R. "As the sequels have yet to come out, I was really not familiar with you or Melissa - but I simply did love the movie. Once we take a long nap, we could maybe watch the sequels. It'll be something to look forward to."

"Likewise," replied Connor, smiling. "I often did wonder if Teens In Time would ever have sequels. Well, at any rate, I simply do think we should take a little break from dimensional hopping - after we get our friends sent back. I mean, this was our first time of doing so physically - but... Well, it just looks as if we actually got more than what we bargained for."

"I understand how you feel," agreed Brent R, nodding. "I rather feel about the same way, when it comes to the time machine. On the other hand, though - Kelly sure was wanting to use it. Still, I think we should wait for, at least, a month."

Connor smiled, as he turned to his right. He saw that Trina and Mallory were hugging each other. Indeed, the girls looked just like twins.

"No offence to the rest of your group," Mallory was saying, "but you always were my favourite character. I guess it's because you looked like me, and now I know why."

"I haven't seen you, yet," replied Trina, "but I will be looking very forward to seeing the sequels. Well, it's been nice getting to know you lot."

"Same here" Mallory said. "I would like to just go on to talk with all of you... but I suppose that we can't do that. We can't spend all of our lives talking to each other, can we?"

"That's right" Trina replied. The girls then looked up, as the cube lit up. "It's so strange to see you all... but I think I've gotten used to it. I suppose that must sound a bit odd, but..."

"Not odd at all, Trina" Todd K said. "I think it's very normal to adjust to these circumstances... unusual as they are. It's just going to take some time to get used to normal life again."

"Yes, I suppose it is" Trina said. "Now, anything else to do during these final moments?"

"I don't know" Connor replied, sighing. "I'm exhausted. I just can't wait to get home again. I know it's interesting here, but... well, I'll be glad when we have this all solved, especially the case with Charlie."

"Are you guys going to stay in our world for a while, or will you go home right away?" Melissa inquired. "We could at least offer you some food before you leave. I'm sure that your food and sleep system is as messed up as it is with the rest of us, but we last ate yesterday evening, and a final good meal should be nice."

"It should" Brent A agreed. "I'm okay with that. How about you, Todd?"

"I suppose so" his friend responded. He looked over at the Teens in Time characters. "Well, it's been nice meeting you all. I hope to see you guys again sometime, but... just not now."

"I understand" Todd M said. He then shook the hands of Brent A and Todd K, as the other Teens in Time characters did the same with their look-alikes or rough equivalents.

"Group Twenty!" Clint then called out. "You can come! And as for the other group, they can come too and wait out the remnant of the time up here!"

"Sounds like a good idea to me!" Connor called back. He then got up, and started heading over to the main group at front, along with the rest of the group and the members of the Teens in Time group.

"It looks like it's about time for the final groups to be sent off" Doc One said, smiling at them. "I hope you all had a nice stay here, even if you didn't know us and were probably very confused with the situation. It must've been very hard for you that some of us looked like people who you knew, while they were someone else all together."

"Yeah, I know" Brent R said. "What about my time machine, though? It should still be here somewhere, and we can't leave it be."

"Don't worry" Doc One said. "We've already figured out that matter. Emmett Three here found it yesterday evening, as he was inspecting the train and the bus for anything that might have been left behind, and it's right over here. Chris?"

"I'll fetch it" Chris replied, getting the hint. He then ran off, and just a minute later returned with Brent's time machine. "Here you go."

"We'll test it on your time machine" Doc One replied. "Let's see... Clint, didn't you make a duplicate of the device that you installed on the cube?"

"Yeah, I did" Clint replied. "I have it right here. Do you wish me to install it on Brent's vehicle?"

"Yes, please" Brent R responded, getting what Doc One was hinting at. Clint then walked over to the time machine, and attached the device. Connor felt shocked at the process being so simple: all they had to do was connect a few wires to tap into the time machine's main system, and it worked. Clint then stepped into the machine.

Chris then tapped some information into the DDL settings. He then moved the dimension laser towards the time machine, and fired.

The groups jumped back, as Brent R's time machine disappeared. The young scientist gawked, as he was amazed at what happened. "Did you make Dr. Eastwood go into my universe?"

"Yes" Chris replied. "I set it on auto-comeback, though. In thirty seconds, it will re-appear no matter where it ended up, and then Clint should be able to tell us if it worked."

"Well, you're the Doc, Chris" Brent R responded, albeit still a tad nervous.

Almost as if on cue, Brent R's time machine returned. As Clint stepped out, he had a big smile on his face. Connor smiled at his sort-of counterpart.

"It worked!" Clint cried, excitedly. "It really worked. Okay, you guys can step into the cube - and I'll repeat what I did, only it'll be permanently."

Tears suddenly filled Connor's eyes, as he watched the Teens in Time folks step into the cube. Indeed, he would miss seeing them - especially Brent R.

"Well, I guess it's just us left," commented Trina, softly. "Well, I guess we'll be going in about... about two minutes."

"That's what it sounds like," agreed Melissa. "Say, when we get back home, you guys could sleep in our duplex. Mom is at a retreat, so two of you can sleep in my mom's room - and the other two could sleep in the guest room. Connor and I will, of course, sleep in my bedroom. As for supper, I could simply make us some tacos. Once, when I cooked tacos for all our friends, they all thought I ordered them from Taco Bell."

Suddenly, there as a flash of light - followed by a sonic boom. Connor looked to his right, as he realized that the folks from one of his favourite movies has left. He then turned back to his girlfriend.

"I guess that means you're a great cook," Connor replied, smiling fondly. "But, yes, I am in favour of the idea. This is actually our first time of all of us being together like this, the dream world notwithstanding. I'd hate for you to leave, so soon."

"I guess it wouldn't be a problem," Todd K whispered. "It still wouldn't be home, but... Well, at least, it wouldn't be nearly as crowded. It would just be the six of us."

"One cozy little group, eh?" Melissa asked, with a playful smile. "Now, of course, I do understand that time would continue to pass in your world - even when you're in our world. Still, I think we can get you guys home by midnight - since you mentioned that your folks won't be expecting you back, until then."

"I think that'll work," agreed Brent A. "At least, our group has three versions of each videos - so we can now watch the sequels to both Mind Warped and Teens in Time. Actually, we have yet to watch the first Mind Warped movie."

"Well, 1985 was a busy year for Michael J Fox," replied Melissa. "I always thought it really was amazing how both Teens in Time and Mind Warped were released on July third of 1985. Of course, some of the folks from the other worlds mentioned a Teen Wolf - but I never heard anything about that movie."

"So they did come out on the same day!" Connor gasped, stunned. "Between both trilogies and Family Ties, Michael J Fox was busy for the first part of 1985."

"I'm also interested in seeing the Back to the Future trilogy," commented Melissa. "It really should be interesting."

"Indeed, it should be," agreed Rachel. "I always had a thing for time travel films, and I do wonder how it'd differ from Teens in Time. Indeed, it'll be a surreal experience."

"Just to be on the safe side," Brent A added, quietly, "I really think we should all stick together. It was a mistake for us to separate from the girls, in the first place."

"Agreed," replied Connor, smiling. "From now on, all six of us stick together - until we get you and Rachel, as well as Todd and Trina, back to your respective worlds."

"Okay, you folks can now enter the cube," Clint called out, gesturing towards the item in question. "Thank you, guys, for being so patient."

"Hey, that's no problem," Connor replied, as the group stepped towards the cube. "I do understand that you had a lot of people to take care of. I don't quite know if we'll ever see you guys, again - but, uh... Well, you guys take care."

"You, too," Clint replied, softly. "Be sure to keep Charlie out of trouble."

"Oh, we will," Brent A replied, as the entire group stepped inside the cube.

Connor sighed, as he glanced at his five companions. Indeed, it sure would be nice to go back to doing what they had originally planned. A flash of light shot towards the cube. All of the group members closed their eyes. There was a loud sonic boom, and they then left the universe of Clint Eastwood.

oooooooooo

Clint Eastwood smiled, as he saw the cube was emptied again. The final group had been sent home the 'regular' way, and now all that was left to do was to send the other groups on their way as well.

"It's just us left, now" Marty Junior Three commented, sighing. "Gee, it's become empty here. Just such a short time ago, this whole mountain was filled with people, but now... it's like there's no one left."

"Well, there's still us" Chris replied. "There should still be a substantial amount of people. There's Clint, Emmett, Claudia, Clara, Emily and Alex, and me of course. That makes seven. Then, for Group One, there are TeenMarty, TeenJennifer, Adult Jennifer, Doc '87, Doc One, Marty Junior One and Marty Senior One, Harmony, Marlene, Mike H One, Bill and Melody. That's nineteen. Then, there's group three, with Marty Senior Three, Marty Junior Three, Suzy MacArthur, Marlene Three, Doc Three... that should be about it. That's twenty-three people."

"Twenty-five" a familiar feminine voice corrected. As Clint looked up, he saw his parents, George and Lorraine, heading their way. The scientist gulped. Even if he trusted his parents to be good people, he had to admit that letting them in on their secret had made him very uncomfortable. Above all, there was the fact that they now knew that a local centenarian was their young baby boy.

"Good morning" George said. "Lorraine and I figured that we should come over and say our goodbyes as well, even if we haven't seen as much of the group as you did. We probably should've woken up a little earlier, though. Everyone's gone!"

"Not yet, uh, Dad" Marty Senior One responded. "Groups One and Three are still here. And the... the Doc's, I guess... still have to send back Brent Ross's time machine as well."

"Yeah, that's right" Emmett said, shaking his head. "I nearly forgot." As he started preparing the DDL for another transit, he added: "This must sound a bit nasty, but I'm kind of glad that you're leaving. I always feel uncomfortable in crowds."

"We understand, Emmett" Doc Three said. "I always felt a bit out of place in groups as well. Of course, some of that changed when I met Clara."

"I just wish I could have that already" Emmett muttered, sighing deep. "Do you know how much of a torture it is to see Chris with a wife, a wife which I know is going to be mine some day... I have it much harder than any of you have ever had it. Not to complain much, but I'm afraid it's just the truth."

"Yeah, I understand" Doc Three said, feeling sympathetic to his other self's cause. The next moment, the DDL then fired, and Brent's time machine left the universe.

"Well, he's off" Doc One said. "How about we go as well, then? No point in hanging around here much longer. The time train and my bus are just a dozen yards or so away, so it's not like it's a long way to go."

"I concur," Doc Three replied. "Well, I certainly will be missing all of you - but it'll be so nice to, finally, be at home."

"Same with me," replied Harmony, smoothing out her tee-shirt - which she had turned inside out, so that Teen Marty and Teen Jennifer would not think to ask about the Foo Fighters. "For now, I'd like to take a trip through Hill Valley Park - just Marty and me."

"The same with me," added Suzy. "It'd be nice for Marty and I to be alone, for a little while."

"I had planned to go swimming," added Teen Jennifer, "but a walk through the park probably would be better."

"Well, you all take care!" called out Clint - as Groups One and Three headed towards the bus and train, respectively. "You guys have a safe trip home."

Clint, along with the other locals, waved. The members of the two remaining visiting groups waved back. Tears filled Clint's eyes, as he watched the groups step into their vehicles. While a part of him was looking forward to everything returning to normal, he realized how much he would miss everyone.

"This is rather so much to take in," whispered Lorraine. "There is not only the fact that Clint Eastwood is out son, a hundred years older - but there's also the issue of Calvin Klein in 1955. At least, I now know why kissing him felt quite odd."

"Please, Mom," Clint protested, as he began to feel a little uneasy. "Let's just not talk about that, right now."

"Please, call me Lorraine," the McFly matriarch protested, softly. "It sounds odd to be called 'Mom' by someone who is older than even my grandparents."

Clint nodded, as the roars of two engines starting could be heard. Clint and everyone else looked up, as the vehicles began to move. Within fifteen seconds, the vehicles began to lift off the ground. The locals all watched, as the vehicles were increasing rapidly in speed. After thirty more seconds, three sonic booms were sounded - as the vehicles simultaneously left the Clint Eastwood Universe, leaving behind two pairs of fire trails.

Clint and everyone else stared in shock for about fifteen to thirty second, as it took a while to register in everyone's mind that the left of the visitors have left.

"Well, I guess this is it," Clint finally whispered, as he simply turned to face the rest of the group. "The last of our interdimensional characters have left. It's just us, now."

"It was surreal," commented Alex, "seeing so many young men who exactly like me, but none of them actually were me. Three of them were named Alex, but they weren't exactly me."

"What shall we do, now?" Lorraine asked, softly.

"Well, I was thinking we'd better just lean back and relax now" Chris replied. "It has been some busy days for us, and we can better just sit down and do nothing for a while. Not to mention that it's too hot for doing much - and well, we'll have to tell you the tales of our adventures."

"And of our old world" Clint responded. "Things were quite different there. There's a lot of things that changed because of me settling in 1885."

"I can imagine" George muttered. "I've always been interested in science fiction, but this... did you really take all of those inventions you made straight out of the future?"

"Sort of, yes" Clint admitted. "Doc was very mad at me when he found out, but he came to accept that the universe was still intact, and that my changes were a good thing. For example, things like flying cars weren't invented until the early 21st Century in the original world, and in the worlds where our visitors are from."

"Really?" Lorraine replied, astonished. "I can't imagine a life without flying a car everywhere - even though I know that it's not always been the case. Having to drive a car until old age, though, sounds very surreal to me."

"It does to me, as well" George responded. "How did the other world look different besides that?"

"Well, politics were different, too" Clint responded. "Do you know how I reached world fame in the 1910s, and I met all those important political figures?" George and Lorraine nodded. "Well, one of them was the future emperor of Austria, Franz Ferdinand. Claudia and I visited him in the last week of June, 1914."

"I remember him, yes" George said. "Well, I never really saw him, but I recall hearing about him on school and on television. He was the guy that introduced all those reforms to the Austrian Empire, wasn't it? The fellow who ruled before Karl I took over."

"Yes, that's the guy" Clint said, smiling. "Well, in the original history, he would visit Sarajevo in Bosnia during that week. I knew, that was why we chose to visit him in that particular time."

"Why would you do that?" Lorraine said.

"Because on June 28th, 1914, in the original timeline, the then-Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot by a Serbian terrorist" Clint said, wincing for a moment at the word 'terrorist' which, after eighty-three years, still brought up back memories. "The whole thing would escalate and war would erupt as a result."

"A real European war?" George muttered. "I've heard about that. There's been some speculation about what would happen in such a case. Well, what did happen?"

"For four years, Europe, Asia and Africa were battlefronts" Clint responded. "Then, in 1917, the USA got into the war on the side of the Entente, and they won. However, the result was that Germany got into a revenge mode, and would eventually cause another world war in the 1940s, which would leave Eastern Europe and most of Asia under the control of a communist Russia."

"Communism!" Lorraine exclaimed, shaking her head. "Oh, get real. There's no way that could've ever worked."

"It did" Clint responded. "And to top it all off, United States involvement in the Great War meant that we had to led the crisis in Mexico slide, so the Second Mexican-American War of 1917 never happened. As a result, Northern Mexico never joined the United States in our world."

"That is quite interesting," replied Lorraine. "Which is kind of funny - since, when I was still in school, I never really cared much about history. Then again, the deal with other worlds is... quite interesting."

"Indeed, it is," agreed George. "Although, when I think of 'other worlds' - it's usually life on other planets that come to mind. Still, this is fascinating."

"Say, I have an idea," Lorraine replied, softly. "Why don't I make some fruit soup for everyone? I really think this calls for a special occasion."

"It does sound like a great idea," replied Clint, nodding. Then, with a sudden pang of guilt, he added, "I still feel that we should have offered our visitors a real breakfast, before they left."

"Please, Doc," Emmett protested. "I do understand what you're saying, but providing food for everyone all of yesterday and the evening before used up a good chunk of my funds. Besides, I'm sure they'd have an easy time finding food - upon returning to their own worlds."

"Well, I suppose you're right," Clint replied, sighing. "I have conflicted feelings, right now. On one hand, I think it's too quiet here - and I really do miss everyone. On the other hand, it'll be nice to have things return to normal - and I'm also happy for our visitors' sake, that we were able to help them out."

"Too quiet, you say?" Claudia asked, grinning. "Say, Clint, why don't we listen to some of the music that our visitors left behind? I believe that there was Huey Lewis and The News, Led Zeppelin, and even some music that was performed by your counterparts."

"I'm in the mood for some Zep," replied Clint, flashing a lopsided smile. "I really do miss hearing their music, even though I do greatly enjoy the music we have now."

"Yeah, I have always admired Jimmy Page and Robert Plant," Claudia agreed. With a smirk, she added, "I bet you can hardly wait to hear Over the Hills and Far Away, again."

"Yeah, the song that's almost always made me cry," Clint replied, softly. "It has been almost 83 years, since I last heard that song. I do know that The New Yardbirds have just been formed. I simply hope they record that song in this timeline, too. It sure is a very beautiful song, especially that intro."

"Well, I always felt that the song had a timeless appeal," Claudia pointed out. "Both musically and lyrically. I simply see no reason why Led Zeppelin wouldn't record that song, in this timeline."

"Well, I suppose you're right," Clint replied, smiling. "At any rate, I sure could go for a little breakfast." Turning to the McFly matriarch, he added, "Y'know, Lorraine, I simply love the way you make fruit soup. While I don't ordinarily like tapioca, I really do think it's great in fruit soup - along with all the dried fruits, even the prunes."

"Actually, it's my mother-in-law you should be complimenting," Lorraine corrected, with a smile. "Sylvia Larson, a second-generation American of Swedish ancestry, was really the one to introduce the soup into our family."

"Hey, Lorrie, don't I get any credit for that?" George protested, chuckling.

"Oh, Georgie, I give you credit for much more than that," Lorraine replied, as she kissed George on the cheek. "Well, why don't we simply go inside - before we get heat stroke? It is hot and humid out, but I guess that's summer for you."

"I concur," replied Clint, as the group turned to head back towards the mansion. "I do think it is great to have it be just us, again." Then, turning to George and Lorraine, he added, "Later on, I will stop by your place - and say 'hello' to... to the twins."

"Emily and I are thinking of doing the same," added Alex, as he placed his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "At least, for now, I'm the only person who looks like me."

Clint and the rest of the group laughed, as Clint stared at Alex. Indeed, it really was a surreal feeling to think of how his great-grandson had his face and stature. During the several times that he had seen Alex with Teen Marty, he felt quite dazed.

"Yes, that must've made you very confused" Emily replied. "I was stunned as well, as I saw all those boys who looked just like you. I knew they couldn't be you - but yet, I had the feeling they were. Does that make any sense?"

"Some of it does" Alex replied. "I understand the feeling you must have had. It was similar to how I felt around those girls named Harmony, Sarah and Maria, who resembled you as well. Of course, they didn't look exactly like you - but perhaps, that was even weirder. To see you, while something didn't quite match."

"It was certainly a unique experience" Chris agreed, as they stepped into the house. "I spoke to Emmett about it, earlier, and he agreed with me that it was nice to meet all of them, and that we wouldn't want to miss it in any case, but that we're still glad that it's over now."

"Oh, I can agree with that" Clint said, laughing. "Normal life is something that remains preferable to these situations. Even if life hardly gets normal anymore, these days, I still treasure the moments when it does."

Claudia smiled, and as they then moved into the living room, she kissed him on the cheek. Clint was surprised, but then he smiled. Yes, it was true that, despite all it's oddities, he still enjoyed the life he led. He knew that he had changed the world for the better, and it made him happy. Even at the age of 100, he still enjoyed living, and had a positive future ahead of him. Indeed, his life was good.