(7:30 AM)

Back at camp, Marty is just waking up. He lifted his head from the gun he slept on the whole night. He quickly noticed that Doc wasn't there.

Ally was still asleep in the same position as before. He shook her awake by the shoulder in a attempt to wake her up.

"Ally, wake up," he said, still shaking her. She moaned tiredly and started stirring awake. "I'm awake, Marty. Stop shaking me," she said, pushing his hand away.

"Ally, Doc's gone," Marty said, a bit panicky.

Ally turned white when she heard this and became fully awake. She shot straight up and looked at where Doc slept, only to find it empty.

"Y-You don't think he-" she started, getting to her feet. Marty followed suit. They remembered the photo, which Marty still had in his pocket.

"The picture!" Marty cried, holding it out so they could look at it.They saw the words , 'Clint Eastwood'' very faintly on the tombstone. "Marty, your name is appearing on the picture! We gotta find Doc!" Ally shouted.

"Let's go!" Marty exclaimed, grabbing her hand. They ran to the horses and rode off to find Doc.

Far from the tracks, Burford and his gang were sleeping also. Buford, however, was more than awake. He kicks one of his gang members in the stomach to wake him up.

"Wake up! I got me a runt to kill and a lady to take," he shouted, kicking another member. The crew started to get up. "It's still early, boss," one of them said. "I'm hungry,' Burford said, picking a saddle up.

Back at the saloon, Doc is holding his shot glass full of Whiskey. He was talking to the entire saloon in a slow, distant voice. "...but in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called auto-mo-biles, " he said, leaning on the bar.

One of the three men at the table chuckles at what he said. "I'd everybody's got one of those automo-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?"

"Of course they run. But for recreation, for fun," Doc replied. Another man laughed hysterically at what Doc said. He thought it was absurd.

Marty and Ally soon arrived at Doc's shop on their horses. When they arrived, they hopped off their horses and ran inside the shop.

"Doc?!" Marty exclaimed, looking around. "Marty, he isn't here," Ally said, seeing that Doc wasn't there.

She went back outside and saw Doc's horse in front of the saloon. "Um, Marty, I think I found him," she called, tilting her head back towards the shop.

Marty came back outside at the sound of his sister announcing this. "Over there. Isn't that Doc's horse?" she asked, pointing at the saloon.

"Yeah, it is! He's gotta be there! Cmon," He nodded. Both of them sprint to the saloon.

Inside, the old timer with the mustache was eyeing Doc, who was still holding the shotglass in his hand. "How many has he had?" he asked.

"None. That's his first one and he hasn't touched it yet. He likes to hold it," Chester said with a shrug. The men laughed at what he said.

The siblings bolt inside the saloon. Ally ran over to Doc the second she saw him. "Doc, there you are! Marty and I've been looking for you! What the hell are you doing here?" she asked in disbelief.

Doc turned to her and said, "I lost her, Allison. There's nothing left for me here," His heart was clearly broken.

"That's why you gotta come back with us!" Marty exclaimed. Doc looked at him in confusion and asked, "Where to?"

"Back to the future!" the siblings say in unison in what's-wrong-with-you voices.

Doc thinks for a moment before remembering. "Right!" He spoke with a sudden convention, "Let's get going!" He sets the glass on the bar.

He turns to the trio at the table. "Excuse me, gentleman, but my friends and I have a train to catch," he says.

One of the men raised his glass and says, "Here's to you, blacksmith," "And here's to the future," a second said.

Doc picked up his glass and raised it to the air before putting it to his lips just before Chester yelled, "Emmett no!!"

But it's too late. Doc already swallowed the whiskey. As Marty, Ally, and Chester watch in horror, Doc keels over after taking a step, knocking over the old timers' table and breakfasts.

"Doc!" Marty shouted, kneeling over him with Ally. "C'mon, wake up, Doc!" Ally shouted, slapping him in the face to no avail.

"How many did he have?" Marty asked, looking up at Chester, who was standing behind him. "Just the one," Chester said.

Ally looked down at Doc and said, "Just that one? Man, he really can't hold down his liquor, " "You're right, young lady," Chester agreed.

Marty looked up at Chester, not knowing what else to do and ordered, "Get us some coffee, black," "Joey, coffee!" Chester yelled, getting up to run to the bar.

They brought coffee back to them with the coffee and poured it down Doc's throat, but it didn't do anything.

"Why isn't he waking up? We should just keep him away from bars whenever he's heartbroken," Ally said, rolling her eyes, "Don't you have something else that can help?"

"Well, if the both of you want him to sober up, we need something stronger than coffee," Chester said.

Marty looked at him with a frown and asked, "Yeah, what would that be?" Chester turns to Joey with a smile. "Joey, let's make some wake-up juice," he said.

The two set out a variety of ingredients; salt, sauces, things like that. Chester pours the mixture with the help of Joey. "In about ten minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday," Chester said with a chuckle.

"Ten minutes?!" Ally shouted, looking at the clock that was outside the window. Marty looked down at Doc again, shaking his head nervously. "Why the hell do we have to cut things so damn close?" He asked.

Chester returned with a glass, a funnel, and a clothes pin. "Here, stick this clothespin on his nos. and when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it down his throat," Chester instructed, "Oh, and stand back,"

Ally did what she was told as well as Marty, who poured the juice down the funnel and into Doc's throat.

For a moment, nothing happened. However, his eyes snap open and he stood up with a start, clutching his throat with both hands. "WAHHH!!! HOT! HOT!" he shrieked, bolting out of the saloon.

Turning to his left, he dunked his head in the horse through, which was filled with water.

Marty, Ally, and Chester follow him. The siblings quickly pull him out, only to find him unconscious still. "He's still out!" Marty shouted to Ally.

"Oh, that was a reflex action. Five more minutes and he'll be alert as you know," Chester explained.

Marty and Ally drug Doc back inside the saloon. They took turns trying to wake him up. "Marty, I think he took our advice about telling Clara the truth. Damn..." Ally whispered to her brother.

Marty frowned and whispered back, "I think you're right," Just then, Seamus walked in with a woman. But it wasn't Maggie.

She had dark brown hair that was curled, unlike Ally's. Chester perked up when he saw yhen come in. "Seamus, Allyson! I didn't expect you to come in so early," he said.

Marty and Ally looked up at this, seeing their great, great aunt walk in with Seamus. "Marty, that's, " Ally started, looking at him. "I know," he finished.

"Aye, but we had a feeling we should come, " Allyson said with a nod. "Almost as if our futures depended on it," Seamus added.