(10:30 PM)

The three retire for the night. Marty and Ally were already asleep. Doc was still awake. He was contemplating on how he should tell Clara about tomorrow. It'd be a hard goodbye.

He starex at Marty and Ally as they soundly slept. Marty slept on his front with his right arm twisted around his back. Ally slept on her right side, facing Doc.

Doc wondered how they could sleep so easily. He thought they'd be awake longer, but nope, they were out cold.

He looked from them, to the pin Clara had given him. He made the decision to talk to her. He had to be open and honest with her. It'd be irresponsible to take her from this century.

Clara, who was at her writing desk, gets up and goes to answer the door. She opens it and smiles when she sees Doc on the other side.

"Oh, Emmett, won't you come in?" she offered, stepping aside. Doc shook his hand at her. "Oh, no, I'd better not. I..." He declined. Clara saw the uncertain look on his face and stepped forward.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Doc swallowed, trying to keep his composure. "I've come to say goodbye," he said. Clara was puzzled by this. "Goodbye? Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going away... and I'm afraid I'll never see you again," he answered. "Emmett..." she quietly exclaimed.

Doc looked down for a minute before continuing, "Clara, I want you to know that I care about you deeply, but I realize that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from, "

"And where might that be?" she asked. Doc's throat became dry. "I can't tell you that," he responded. "Well, where you're going, take me with you!" she blurted, not wanting to leave him.

"I can't, Clara. I wish it didn't have to be this way... but just believe when I say that... I love you, " he admitted. Clara was still puzzled at what Doc was saying.

"I don't understand what you are trying to say, " she said, completely dumbfounded. "Clara, I don't think there's a way that you can understand, " Doc sighed.

"Please, Emmett, please... I have to know. If you sincerely do love me... then tell me the truth," Clara begged, wanting a truthful answer.

Here it is, he had no choice but to tell her now. "All right then. I'm from the future, " he says. Clara looks at him in disbelief.

"I came here in a time machine that I invented and tomorrow, I have to go back to the year 1985," he explained to her.

Clara's fave changes to a look of certainy. "Yes, Emmett, i do understand, " she started. Doc felt relieved for a moment, but she slowly clenched her teeth.

"I understand that because you know that I'm partial to the the writings of Jules Verne! You concocted thise mendacities in order to take advantage of me!" she scowled, slapping Doc across the face.

"Oh I've heard some whoopers in my day but the fact that you'd expect me to entertain a notion like this is so... insulting and degrading!" she spat, turning her back to the door.

She faced him and shouted, "All you had to do was say was, 'I don't love you and I don't want to see you again,' That at least would've been more respectful!" She slammed the door in his face.

Doc stared after her, eyes widened. "But that's not the truth!" he exclaimed.

There was a pause. Doc, in a heartbroken emotional way, removed the flower from his suit that Clara had given him and set it on the window sill before he leaves.

(The Saloon)

Doc entered the bar in his depressed state. Normally, Doc can't touch a sip of liquor. If he does, he go down for at least an hour or more.

The bartender smiled asked him, dryly, "Emmet! Good to see you. What can I get you, the usual?" Doc shook my head, still out of it, "No, Chester. I'm going to need something stronger."

He looked at him and asked with certainy "Sarsaparilla?" Doc shook my head again and stated, "Whiskey, Chester."

Chester eyed him worriedly and responded, "Whiskey...Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the fourth of July..."

Doc demanded, "Whiskey, Chester."

Chester admitted pouring me a small glass, "Okay, I ain't your papa. I just don't want to see you...losing the whole thing."

Chester was about to take the bottle but Doc stopped him. He said stopping Chester, "You can leave the bottle." Then, a man with a beard wearing a bowl hat walked over to Doc.

"It's a woman, right? I knew it! I have seen that look on a man's face a thousand times, all across the country. Well I can tell you, friend. You'll get over her," he said.

"Oh-ho. Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost her for all time," Doc said staring blankly ahead with the shot glass in his hand.

"I can assure you, sir, there are other women. I have peddled this barbed wire all across the country, and it has taught me one thing for certain. It's that you never know what the future might bring," the bearded man continued.

"Oh-ho...the future, I can tell you about the future," Doc cried ignoring everything the man said after the future.