July 3, 1927
4:45 PM PDT

As the group headed towards Larry's Cafe, Marty couldn't help but feel apprehensive. Even though Arthur and Sylvia mentioned that Jiff Tannen was actually out of town, it didn't quite mean that the rest of his gang would be absent. Rock Unger seemed to be second-in-command. Then again, Arthur didn't seem to be all too worried about Rock.

"Here we are," commented Sylvia, as the group stepped into the cafe. "By the way, I sure remembered something. Tomorrow, Sari will be stopping by. She's my sister, and we've always been close. She's only about ten months older than me, and we've..."

"Hello, folks," called out a familiar looking girl, as she beckoned the group over. As the girl smiled - he sure realized that she was none other than Arthur's brother, Alice. She was sitting with her boyfriend, Todd Workman - or was it her fiance? "Huey Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's me," Marty replied, flashing a lopsided smile. "Well, these are my cousins - Bert and Ernie. Short for Bertrand and Ernest, that is. Well, I really can see that you and Todd are still in love." He still couldn't quite get over how much Alice resembled his mother, in spite of her being from his father's side of the family. "So, how do you do?"

"Oh, Huey, I'm doing so wonderful!" gushed Alice. "Anyway, I think my dear Todd and I are destined for each other. Jill and Edmund are doing great, as well - and I'm rather happy that dear Arthur found Sylvia. She's such a sweet girl. Agnes and Anita are..."

"They're already fourteen," Todd commented, awed. "It seems rather strange to think of how fast time flies by. At any rate, I'm looking forward to the day that we can start a family. I know that Alice would be a wonderful mother! I hope to be a good father."

"Yeah, ever since I was seven years old," added Alice, "I had to look after Arthur and the twins. Those were such hard times for me. Our mother was a wonderful lady, and it simply is sad to think of how Agnes and Anita never got to know them." With a sigh, she added, "Well, I guess her soul is in heaven - and she actually living in pure bliss."

"That's very true," Arthur replied, sighing. "Well, anyway, I guess we really should let you and Todd get back to your meal." Alice just smiled, as she nodded. Turning to the rest of the group, he added, "As there are five of us, let's go sit over at that booth."

"That simply sounds fine with me," Marty replied, flashing a lopsided smile. "Why don't you and Sylvia sit on one side, and the boys and I will sit on the other side. It's pretty nice to visit with old friends. I had, uh, almost forgotten just how nice the town was."

"Mom! Pop!" called out a strangely familiar voice. "Is that boy my lost twin?" As Marty turned around, he saw a young boy - who bore quite a strong resemblance to Verne. He had to be none other than a young Emmett Lathrop Brown. "Oh, he quite looks so much like me! Mom and Pop, can we please sit next to them? Please? Pretty please?"

"No, honey," replied his mother, gently. To Marty, she added, "I'm quite sorry, mister. Our son does get quite excitable, and he rather..." As she took a closer look at Verne, she gasped, "My goodness gracious! He does look just like our son. I can see..."

"His eyes simply are a different colour, though," pointed out the father. "Anyway, my name's Hershel Brown - and this is my wife, Sarah. Young Emmett here is our son." As he looked around, he added, "We're sorry to bother you, but... who might you be?"

"That's no problem," Arthur replied, stepping up. "My name's Arthur McFly - and this is my darling girlfriend, Sylvia Larson. Huey Lewis is really an old friend of ours, and Bert and Ernie are his cousins. Actually, Alice McFly is my sister. She watches your son and his cousins, quite routinely. She's here, as well - if you'd like to, uh, speak with her."

"Oh, okay," exclaimed Sarah, smiling, "I actually can recall seeing you around. Well, in that case, why don't you folks stop by our place? I'd simply love to get to know you, a little more. Alice is such a sweet young lady, and Emmett here is rather fond of her."

"Hey, Mom, I know Huey Lewis," commented Emmett, excitedly. "I met him, about two years ago - when he came with Alice. He was a rather wonderful man, and he was fun to spend time with. I missed him, and it's so nice to see that he came back for a visit."

"That sounds quite splendid, dear," gushed Sarah, as she ruffled her son's hair. Marty had mixed feelings about the whole thing. While he felt happy to know that the young version of his scientist friend really remembered him, he just couldn't help but also feel nervous about the potential consequences. "Well, Mr. Lewis, you must come over!"

"I sure will, Mrs. Brown," replied Marty, excitedly. He glanced at Jules and Verne, who also appeared to be rather excited. "Well, I suppose we'd better go sit down. It's, uh, been a long day. It was great, though, running into you. Your son is very adorable."

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis," replied Sarah, as a smile spread across her face. "I declare, it is so uncanny - the way that Ernie looks almost exactly like our Emmett. Well, he looks to be a suitable playmate for our son, though. Your cousins both look very charming."

"They are," agreed Marty. "Well, you folks sure have a great dinner. We'll talk to you, soon." Turning to Jules and Verne, he then realized that the parents of young Emmett were also the paternal grandparents of Jules and Verne. Furthermore, Sarah was just a close friend to Jules and Verne - back when the Browns were living in the Old West.

"Sarah must be quite a wonderful mother," commented Arthur, as the group slid into a booth. Marty noticed that his grandfather sounded rather sad. "At times, I do wonder how my life might've been different... if Mommy hadn't died, back when I was five."

"There certainly is no sense in worrying about what might've happened, Artie," chided Sylvia, gently. "I do understand how you feel, but... Well, you have to trust that God had bigger plans, when He decided to bring your mother home. You must accept it."

"Yes, Sylvia, I know," Arthur replied, quietly. It sounded as if he was about to cry. "It still hurts, though. I mean no disrespect to God, of course. It's just that... Well, I just feel... Sometimes, I really wish that she could've stayed. Perhaps, Dad wouldn't have had to work so hard, and Alice could... The thing is, Sylvia, I barely remember her."

"Well, we can't change the past," pointed out Sylvia. "We just need to have faith that God did what was best. It's quite true that we might not always understand His ways, but... How about having the chicken dinner? Perhaps, that might quite cheer you up."

"Yeah, okay," Arthur replied, sighing. Turning to Marty, he added, "I do wonder what will happen... when Sylvia and I have children. I sure hope that Sylvia doesn't end up as... Well, I just hope that she doesn't, uh... meet the same fate as my mother did."

"Arthur McFly!" gasped Sylvia, quite sharply. "Please don't even mention such a thing! I understand that you really miss your mother, but... Well, we have to move forward. You're not a little boy, anymore. You can't quite spend your time living in the past, nor should you fret about the future. You need to have a positive attitude about all this."

"She's right," agreed the waitress, as she stepped by the table. "I do think you should listen to her, Arthur. At any rate, are you folks ready to order. Tonight's special is the chicken dinner. I highly recommend getting that, and the meal comes with a dessert."

"What a coincidence!" quipped Sylvia. "In fact, we really were thinking about ordering just that. How about five chicken dinners, then? If the boys here simply aren't able to finish their dinner, we could just take home what's left of it. Your chicken is so good."

"Actually, the boys are sure big eaters," Marty explained, as the waitress nodded and walked off. "I actually was like that, too - when I was their age. I'm looking forward to that chicken dinner." Marty glanced over at the Browns, who were sitting a few tables away. "I sure wonder if the Browns are planning to order the chicken dinner, as well."

"I actually would love to get to know Emmett," Sylvia commented, smiling. "I sure can't get over how much your cousins resemble Emmett, though. Huey, are you rather sure that your cousins... aren't related to the Brown family? After all, it really seems so..."

"Perhaps, they could be distantly related," offered Marty, nervously. Of course, he couldn't tell his grandparents the truth. "Then again, it might just be a... I do think it was so nice of them to invite us. The boys certainly seem to be excited, as well."

"Sometimes, I quite miss being that age," Arthur commented, with a wistful sigh. "Yes, I do realize that I shouldn't... Well, I'm certainly looking forward to becoming a father. However, I just can't... Well, to be very honest, I worry that our children might not... What if they end up... What if they grow up to think that I'm a bad father, and I..."

"You really do fret too much, Artie," chided Sylvia, as she placed her hand on Arthur's arm. "You're sure a sweet man, but I... Well, I quite worry about you. Let's try not to think any more negative thoughts, okay? The chicken should be ready, quite shortly."

Marty sighed, as he glanced between his grandparents. While Arthur seemed to be a nice young man, he also was terribly insecure. It wasn't so hard to figure out why his father grew up to become unconfident, until he himself managed to change all that.

Come to think of it, Marty actually felt tempted to help his grandfather become a more confident person. However, he realized that doing so would be risky to the space-time continuum. He didn't wish to take the risk. Still, it really hurt him to see his grandfather get so sad. He wished that, somehow, he could prevent Arthur's mother from dying.