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I felt so sad and sort of scared to visit the "younger" Doc Brown. I had really missed him. He was my best friend. "Doc," I said. He then said, "I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything about you." "Listen, Doc," I said. He then said, "quiet." I then said, "Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty." "Don't tell me anything," he said back. "Doc, you gotta help-" he interupted me and said, "Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?" I could see that device he had invented was a mind-reader machine. "Yeah, exactly," I said. "Don't tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?" he asked. I answered and said, "No." Then he said, "Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?" I answered, "Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works." He commented and said, "Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine?" He must of thought I was lying. To prove it I said, "Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out loud I haven't even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984." He commented back and said, "Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair." I then said, "I'm telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me." He answered back and said, "So tell me, future boy, who's president of the United States in 1985?" Quickly I commented, "Ronald Reagon." He questioned and said, "Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who's vice president, Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane Wymann is the first lady?" He still didn't believe me. "Whoa, wait Doc," Then he said, "And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury?" I commented and said to him, "Look, you gotta listen to me." Then Doc said, "I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy." Then I said, "No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how that happened, you told me the whole story. You were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which makes time travel possible." He was wondering where the time machine was so I said, "Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it." He then held a drawing of the flux capacitor that he had drawn, he then said, "After I fell off my toilet, I drew this." "Flux Capacitor," I said. He then was really happy, "It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invented something that works!" He then said, "Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we've gotta get you home." I got out the camera and then I said, "Okay Doc, this is it." We both crouched around his TV and watched the video the Doc from 1985 wanted me to tape on his camera. The Doc on the TV said, "Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, nevermind-" Then the Doc sitting right next to me said, "Why that's me, look at me, I'm an old man!" The Doc on the TV then said, "Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmet Brown, I'm standing here on the parking lot of-" The Doc sitting next to me then said, "Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I'm wearing?" I answered him and said, "Well, this is a radiation suit." Doc sitting next to me then said, "Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor, he's gotta look good on television." Then I said, "Whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc." It saddened me that I was seeing the Doc I knew on the television. I tried not to cry as Doc on the TV began talking. Then the Doc on the TV said, "No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-" The Doc sitting next to me interupted and said, "What did I just say?" I rewinded the tape a little bit and the Doc on the televion repeated, "No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need." The Doc sitting next to me then got a worried expression on his face and said, "One point twenty-one gigawatts! One point twenty-one gigawatts! Great Scott!!" "What is a gigawatt?" I asked him. Then he said, "How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. How am I gonna generate that kind of power, it can't be done, it can't!" Then I said, "Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium." Then he said to me, "I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're stuck here." Then I replied and said, "Whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can't be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl." Then he commented back and said, "Is she pretty?" Then I responded and said, "Doc, she's beautiful. She's crazy about me. Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc. That says it all. Doc, you're my only hope." Then he replied, "Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning. Then I asked, "What did you say?" Then he said, "A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike!" "We do now," I said hopefully showing him the piece of paper that had the picture of a clock tower on it from my time period. And when the bolt of lightning struck it in 1955. Doc then said, "This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future." Then I replied, "Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday's good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could hang out, you could show me around." Then he answered, "Marty, that's completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. you must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious reprocautions on future events. Do you understand?" "Yeah, sure, okay," I said. Then he said, "Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?" "Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents," I said. Then he said, "Great Scott!! Let me see that photograph again of your brother." I took out the picture of my brother, sister, and me and gave it to him "Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother!" "His head's gone, it's like it's been erased," I said. "Erased from existance," Doc added. It was getting late, we fell asleep. The next day, we went over to the school where my parents went to school at. That was the school I went to school at in 1985. Then I said, "Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new." It must of been new because it must of just been built. Then Doc said, "Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with with your parent's first meeting. They don't meet, they don't fall in love, they won't get married and they wont have kids. That's why your older brother's disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow and unless you repair the damages, you will be next." Then I responded, "This sounds pretty heavy." He then replied, "Weight has nothing to do with it." We were in the hallway during passing period. "Which one's your Dad?" He asked. I pointed, "That's him." We listened into the conversation with my Dad, "Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are being real mature." Doc then said, "Maybe you were adopted?" My Dad then continued the conversation with Biff and Biff's friends, "Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?" Then Mr. Strickland came up to my Dad, and said, "McFly." Mr. Strickland is very strict and is a teacher there. He hates slackers. Then I told Doc, " That's Strickland, boy, has that guy every had hair?" Then Mr. Strickland told my Dad, "Shape up, man. You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life." My Dad, then said, "No," Doc then asked me, "What did your mother ever see in that kid?" I responded and said, "I don't know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did hit him with the car, hit me with the car." Then he replied, "That's a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with their patients. Go to it, kid." Then when he walked past us I said to George, "Hey George, buddy, hey, I've been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy who saved your life the other day?" George answered, "Yeah," I answered back and said, "Good, there's somebody I'd like you to meet. Loraine." I brought George over to Lorraine and she replied, "Calvin!" I responded and said, "I'd like you to meet my good friend George McFly." My dad then said, "Hi, it's really a pleasure to meet you." She didn't seem to listen to him, she just said, "How's your head," to me. I answered and said, "Well uh, good, fine." She then said, "Oh, I've been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you okay?" She continued and said, "I'm sorry I have to go." She walked away with her friends and said, "Isn't he a dream boat?" George walked away. I went back to Doc. "Doc, she didn't even look at him!" I said. He responded, "This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father." I replied and said, "Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me?" "Precisely!" said Doc.

-Marty McFly