"Will you help us?" Alice asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Marty said.

"We're apex predators," Edward added.

"Is that a threat?" Marty laughed. "Listen, I know what it looks like when someone wants to kill me. You don't have that look."

"This is the cockinest human I've ever seen," Rosalie remarked.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Marty said. "But how do you even know what this is? Have you been following me? Following Doc? Did you...glamour someone? What can you even do? Can you read minds?"

Edward startled. "No..." he said, unconvincingly.

Marty smirked. He thought of the spank bank he'd once found in Biff's closet and conjured the most disgusting images from it. In his mind, those magazine photos became animated, zoomed in, and larger than life.

Edward grimaced as if Jane herself had tortured him.

"Can you turn that mind-reading off?"

"Yeah," Edward said, grateful to be reminded that he could do so. He stopped seeing the disturbing images right as they shifted back to a neutral view of the garage.

"Good. Do that again and I'll give you even worse."

"Understood."

"You know, you could just ask me."

"Would you tell us?"

Marty crossed his arms and regarded them skeptically. "What are you going to do with the information?"

"I'm going to save lives."

Marty let the statement sit in the air, playing chicken with who would fill the silence first.

Edward did. "Almost 70 years ago, I almost died of the Spanish Flu. I didn't, but only because..." He gestured at his unnaturally pale self.

"And you want to change that. You'd rather be an old man now."

"Yes."

"How?"

"I died in Chicago. The flu ravaged that city. But! I was born in St. Louis, which had a much lower death toll. We only left that city because my father's factory there burned down when I was a kid. If I can prevent that fire, that could save my whole family's life a few years later."

Marty continued to stare at Edward. Edward briefly peaked at his mind, but only saw a line of calculation obscured by a row of naked circus freaks. The human knew how to put his guard up. Impressive.

Marty glanced at Rosalie. "You're building another time machine."

She nodded.

"I will help you under two conditions. First, you give that time machine to me when you're done."

"Not a problem," Edward said.

"Second, I'm going with you."