January 3, 1973

4:00 p.m.

Annie's POV

It felt weird going back in time without Marty. I usually have him right by my side but this time, it was all about just me. It was defiantly weird. The clock was still not working as I giggled at that. Just then, I bumped into the person I wanted to see….my mom. She was exactly as I remembered her when I was six. She was 5' 7", 170 pounds, long brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a purple shirt, a purple jacket, blue jeans, and white running shoes. Following Doc's advice, I tried not to blow my cover.

I said, "I'm so sorry that I bumped into you!"

My mom smiled at me and responded, "Oh, that's alright. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm late."

I got out of her way and she started to cross the street. 'Wait, I thought Doc said that she would be home by now. Oh, wait. He said that she worked until four. I better follow her,' I thought to myself. I slowly followed her until something I saw scared the shit right out of me. A car was coming right at my mom.

I yelled, my feet faster than my words, "Mom!"

I pushed her out of the way but it was too late for me. I got hit. 'Total déjà vue,' I thought as I blacked out. Things got even stranger when I woke to the lights out and a male figure in the dark.

I mumbled, "Dad? Dad is that you?"

The male voice in the dark told me, "There, there. You've been asleep for the past three hours now."

I mumbled, still a little groggy, "I had a horrible nightmare. I saved my mom from getting hit by a car."

The male voice responded, "Well, you're safe and sound in good old 1973."

I perked up and blurted out, "1973?"

The lights went on and there was dad, a lot younger.

I got up and started to mumble, "You're…you're…my…."

'Okay, defiant déjà vue,' I thought. My thoughts were disrupted by my dad.

Dad responded, "My name is Robert. Robert Baines. And I want to thank you for saving my wife this afternoon."

I responded, "Uh, sure. No problem."

Dad asked me, "What's your name?"

I responded, "Uh, Sarah. Sarah Klein."

Dad perked up and asked, "Klein as in Calvin "Marty" Klein?"

I flinched for half a second. I wasn't expecting dad to remember me and Marty from 1955!

So, I lied, "Uh, yeah my father."

Dad perked up and responded, "Well, that would explain a lot. George and Lorraine told me that your father was quite…eccentric."

'More than you know,' I thought.

Dad added, "I'll go tell Betty that you're okay."

With that, he left. I sighed out of being relieved.

I said, aloud, "Well, I made through that okay. But, man I never thought I would pull a Marty….."

After saying that, I got out of the bed and headed into the kitchen.

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