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I am so heart broken. I wonder if I will ever have a good life.
“Doc, Doc. Oh, no.” I ran over to him, “You're alive!” He showed me his Bullet proof vest. “How did you know, I never got a chance to tell you? About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum.” The Doc Brown I knew then responded, “Well, I figured, what the heck!” Doc was know going to go on his trip to the future. “About how far ahead are you going?” I asked. “About 30 years, it's a nice round number,” he said. “Look me up when you get there, guess I'll be about 47,” I told him. “I will,” he promised. “Take care,” I said. “You too,” he said back. “Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it's a little bumpy,” I told him. “You bet,” he said. I still thought it was a nightmare. I went back to my house. The next morning I discovered that my family's lives had turned out very differently because George learned to assert himself by standing up to Biff. They were more confident, richer, and I even had my own truck, the Toyota that I had been eyeing previously.

I guess everything has a happy ending.

I walked outside there was my new car. “How about a ride, Mister?” I turned around. It was my girlfriend Jennifer. “Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.” “Marty, you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.” “I haven’t,” I said. “You okay, is everything alright?” she asked. We leaned into kiss. Then out of a sudden, there was a loud bang.

It was Doc and the time machine!! “Marty you gotta come back with me!” “Where?” I asked. “Back to the Future!” said Doc. “Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?” He was getting trash from my trash can. “I need fuel!” Go ahead, quick, get in the car.” “No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer's here, we're gonna take the new truck for a spin.” “We’ll, bring her along. This concerns her too!” “Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future?” “Both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It's your kids, Marty, something has got to be done about your kids.” Then I said, “Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don't have enough roads to get up to 88.”

“Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.” Doc got a hover thing installed in the time machine. We were now flying in the air, now going 68 miles per hour. About ready to go to the year 2015.

What could be wrong with my kids?
Maybe my heart could be pieced up together, after all.

Happily ever after,
Marty McFly