Christmas Eve, 1885, London, England. A gentle snow was drifting down. The three travellers stood in awe with interlinked arms. Time travel always seemed so closely intertwined with danger and panic, this was almost too serene to be believed. Verne had dubbed it as time tourism. They had spent the day wandering down cobbled streets, feeding the birds, singing Mary Poppins songs (wrong era but they were worried visiting too near any world wars could get them arrested as foreign spies) and had bought various Christmas geese for various Tiny Tims.
Unlike the average American tourist, they tried as best they could to blend in with the locals which meant 3 pieces suits and bowler hats for the boys (which they had loved) and a tightly corseted dress for Marlene (which she had loathed). It was fun creating a new identity for a day, playing make believe. Marl, who had done most of the talking as she was very keen to show of her British accent, had introduced them to everyone they met as Eliza Doolittle, Sherlock Holmes and Peter Pan.
Their skin was getting wet and pink as they walked through the falling snow back to the train, back home - where the weather was sunny and bright, for they had left Hill Valley in the middle of June