Later that evening, around 11 PM, Doc had brought Clara back to her house. They sat in a horse carriage that had two horses attached to it. They sat in an open field, watching the stars through Clara's fixed telescope.
Doc was hanging onto every word that Clara was saying. "And that carter in the midwest northwest, out there all by itself like a starburst. This one's called Copernicus. Listen to me, I feel I'm teaching school," she explained, laughing a bit.
Doc smiled and lovingly said, "Oh, please, continue your lesson. I never found lunar geography so fascinating. You're quite knowledgeable," Clara blushed when Doc said this and she said, "Well when I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for three months, so my father bought me this telescope and showed me the stars. Do you think that we'll travel to the moon as we do on trains?"
Doc was warmed by her inquisitive question and he said, "Definitely, although not for another 84 years and not on trains. We'll have space vehicles, capsules sail off in rockets- devices that create giant explosions... explosions that are so... powerful that they..."
Clara smiled in excitement because he was quoting one of her favorite authors. "...they break the pull of the earth's gravity and send their projectile through outer space," Clara finished. Doc looks at her in joyous wonder. Clara laughs at his reaction.
"Emmett... I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, 'From the Earth to the Moon,'"
Doc was in obvious quiet excitement. "You've read Jules Verne?" he asked. "I adore Jules Verne," Clara said with a smile.
"I know what you mean. When I first read '20,000 Leagues Under the Sea,' when I was a little boy, I wanted to meet Captain Nemo!" Doc said with a smile.
Clara laughed and said, "Please, Emmett, you couldn't have read this when you were a little boy, it was only published ten years ago," Doc quickly caught himself and said, "Oh, yes, well... I meant it made me feel like a little boy,"
There was a pause in the air and saw that it was a satisfactory answer. "I never met a woman who liked Jules Verne before," Doc said. Clara smiled at him and said, "I never met a man quite like you before, either,"
The two lean in and kiss each other. Doc was on cloud nine when he did this. This is how Marty felt about Jennifer. He had told himself that he wouldn't do this after Marty and Ally said that it would eventually happen.
(7:30 AM)
Marty and Ally were back at Doc's shop, asleep. They both slept on separate little cots that'd been provided for them. Docs shop was similar to his lab back 1985.
The walls were littered with clocks. Doc's obsession with them followed him here in this century. Off in the corner, eggs and bacon were cooking in a machine that Doc's had invented during his stay here.
Marty was the first to wake up. He climbed out the little cot.. He wore a white long sleeve pj outfit with the back flap partially hanging open,exposing part of his backside.
"Doc?" He quietly called, so he wouldn't wake Ally up. He picked up the gun he was given at the festival and faced the mirror. He starts practicing his standoff with Burford.
Ally woke up to the sound of her brother's voice. "You talking to me, Tannen? Well, I'm the only one here," he challenged.
Ally sits up with a groan, sitting up on the cot. She saw Marty holding up the colt peacemaker at the mirror. "Marty, what are you doing?" she asked, pushing herself to her feet.
"Getting some practice in to take down that jerk," He said, still looking at the mirror. As much as she loved her brother, she hated that he was doing this. "Marty, you're crazy if you think you're going against Tannen. He's a psychopath," she protested, rubbing her face.
Marty lowered the gun and faced her. "I know, Ally. But I can't let him get away with calling me a chicken,"he replied.
"See, Marty, that's your problem. You can't let that stupid name get to you. Every time someone calls you that, you always lose your shit. Now I've listened to you almost the whole time on this journey but. can't you listen to me and Doc for once?" Ally asked firmly.
Marty stared in awe at what she said. She was right. Every time someone calls him a chicken, he does everything he could to prove that he wasn't. Doc would tell him the same thing.
"I guess you're right. Since when did you become right?" He wondered in a serious yet witty tone. "It's called, 'growing the hell up,''" she replied, smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile back at her.
A few hours later, Marty and Ally make their way into town, wearing their respective clothing. Ally was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt with a dark peach leather vest and a skirt of the same color reaching down to her ankles. She wore brown boots and a tan cowboy hat on her head.
Marty wore a blue striped shirt with a brown coat, brown pants, brown boots. and his chocolate brown hat with the brown rimming that hung over his forehead.
Birds were chirping through the morning sky. People were talking indistinct amongst themselves.
"Good morning, Mr. Eastwood and Miss Oakley," a man said as he walked by them. "Morning," they said simultaneously. A man walked over to them with a cigar box in his hands.
"Would you care for a cigar, Mr. Eastwood?" He asked, opening the box. Marty shook his hand at the man. "No, it's fine," he declined. The man held the box open to Ally.
"How about you, ma'am?" He asked. "I'm fine, thank you,"" she declined. She never once smoked; mostly because Marty would kill her if she even attempted to.
The man then walks away from them. "Marty, you think Doc and Clara's date went well last night?" Ally asked, looking up at him.
"I think so. He seemed happy to be with her. And he said he wouldn't fall in love, " he replied, jamming his fists in his pants pockets.
"It was gonna happen sooner or later," Ally replied, "Just like you and Jennifer," Marty blushed at this, knowing it was true. They kept walking until a man wearing a top hat approached them with a suit.
"Good morning, Mr. Eastwood and Miss Oakley. Can I interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?" He asked holdingthesuit out for them to see.
"Ah, I'm... I'm fine. Thanks," he declined, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The man walks off. The siblings see Doc about 50 yards away from them. He was smelling a flower that was attached to his vest.
They walk over to him. "Doc, what're you doing?" Marty asked. He stops sniffing the flower.
"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the morning air. It's really nice in the morning, don't you two think?" He asked, taking another breath.
Ally looks around, understanding what he meant. "Yeah, it's pretty nice, Doc," she said contently. It was times like these where they forget to take a moment to stop and take a breath, just enjoy the nature around them and relax.
"Um, listen, we gotta load the Delorean; we gotta get ready to roll," Marty inquired, turning around. As he did, he spotted a freshly carved gravestone that was ready to be engraved sitting by a shop. It was the one in the picture.
"Hey, look at this , the gravestone," he said, walking over to it. Ally and Doc walk over to it. "Allison, let me see the photograph," Doc asked. Ally pulled photo out and gave it to Doc.
He looks at it, eyes widened. "My name... it's erased," he sighed. "That's great, Doc!" Marty exclaimed. "Yeah, that means we're going back to 1985 tomorrow without any problems, right? Everything is back to the way it should be," Ally added, obviously not thinking clearly.
"But only my name's erased. The tombstone itself and the date still remain. This makes no sense because we know that this photograph represents what'll happen if the events of today continue to run their course into tomorrow, " Doc explained.
"Right and so?" Marty said in a confusion. "Yeah, what's the problem?" Ally asked, shrugging her shoulders. Suddenly, the same man with the top hat came back c k with measuring tape. He measured Marty from head to toe.
"Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood, I just need to take your measurements," he said. Ally sighed and stepped forward to defend her brother. "Listen, wise guy, he said he doesn't want a suit," she spat at him.
The man laughed and said, "No, this is for his coffin," Marty turned around hurriedly and shouted, "My coffin?!"
"Well the odds are running two for one against you," the man said, making a chokin motion with his hand against his throat, before walking away.
"So... it may not be my name that's gonna be on the tombstone, it may be yours, Marty," Doc said in a whisper. Marty and Ally walk away in shock. Marty puts a hand to his forehead.
"Great Scott!" they simultaneously mutter. Doc assumed a position behind their shoulders and whispered to them, "I know, this is heavy,"
They all start walking back to where Marty and Ally came from. Doc looked down and sees the Colt Peacemaker gun strapped around Marty's waist. "Marty, why're you wearing that gun? You're not considering running against Tannen tomorrow!" He exclaimed.
"I tried to talk him out of it, Doc," Ally said. "You heard with that bastard said to me. I'll be ready for him if he comes looking for trouble. Besides, Ally and I are going back to the future with you tomorrow," Marty said.
Ally turned to him hurriedly and said in a hard voice, "Marty, didn't you listen to what I said earlier? You can't go crazy every time someone calls you a name!" Marty shot her a look.
"She's right, Marty. You not learning to not take insults so seriously is the exact reason you got into that accident in the future." Doc agreed.
The siblings stop in their tracks and they turn to look at him with puzzled looks on their faces. "What? What about my future?" Marty asked.
Doc's expression changes to one of sad, final acceptance. "I can't tell you. it might make things worse," he declined, shaking his head.
Ally walked up to him in determination. "Doc, what's wrong with Marty's future?" she asked, concerned for her brother.
All Doc did was shake his head. "Marty, Ally, we all make decisions that affect the course of our lives. You gotta do what you gotta do. And I must do the same," he calmly said, walking away from them.
Marty and Ally look at each other for a minute. They then follow Doc out of town