February 22, 1986
2:15 AM PST

It was the middle of the night, and there was a terrible thunderstorm. In fact, it was the first thunderstorm of the year - and Calvin McFly simply had trouble sleeping. He hated to admit it, but he was feeling so scared. He turned on the radio, as he hoped the music would soothe him. It was to no avail, though - as he still felt very terrified.

His fear of thunderstorms really stemmed back to when he resided in another world. It was the world where Biff Tannen was very rich and powerful, and he was also Calvin's stepfather. In fact, when he lived in that world, his name was Martin Seamus McFly.

He thought the young man who still was Martin Seamus McFly. He was really the one who had grown up in this world, and lived quite a happy life. As far as everyone else was concerned, Marty and Calvin were twin brothers - who were separated at birth.

He decided to change his name to Calvin William McFly - as his parents mentioned that it was the name they likely would've named Marty's twin, had he existed. He began to wonder if his twin was also having any trouble sleeping. He then figured it wouldn't be the case, as his twin simply hadn't gone through many of the horrors that Calvin did.

He slowly stepped out of bed, as he just made his way to the kitchen. He figured that drinking a cup of hot cocoa would help him feel better. He noticed that there was light coming from the kitchen, as he thought of who else would be up at this time of night.

"Couldn't sleep, honey?" Lorraine asked, as Calvin stepped in. As he placed her arms on her son, and looked closely at him - she added, "You simply look like you're feeling tense. Is there anything you would like to discuss? I can make you some hot cocoa."

"Mommy, I'm scared," whimpered Calvin, before he could help himself. He felt rather embarrassed, on the words came out. He took in quite a deep breath, and slowly let the are out - as he added, "Look, Mom, I sure am afraid of the storm. It, uh, it sure brings back some bad memories. It brings back memories about when I... I lived..."

"Oh, honey, I'm very sorry," Lorraine replied, as she threw her arms around her son - and drew him close. "I just filled the kettle up with water, and the stove is turned on - so your hot cocoa will be ready soon. Anyway, I could imagine it would feel horrible."

"I remember how Biff would get quite so violent," Calvin explained, as he blinked back tears. "I would always flinch, whenever he walked past me - and then he would often yell at me for flinching. In fact, he often even responded by slapping me in the face."

Calvin began to cry, as his mother gently placed her hand on his head. While he had actually been free of that awful world for almost four months, the nightmares simply continued to persist. He just began to wonder if the other world still existed - and, if so, how his other mother would be feeling. He felt bad about abandoning her.

"I know what you're thinking, honey," Lorraine replied, softly. "It looks like Biff really has treated you badly. Anyway, I don't blame you for just wanting to get out of the world. I'm sure that my other self, if she's still there, would want you be quite safe."

Calvin wished to believe his mother - especially as she was, quite technically, the same person as Calvin's other mother. However, as he really thought of his own relationship with his twin, he knew they weren't exactly the same. He and his twin did have a close relationship with each other, but the two of them also had quite distinct personalities.

"So Cal couldn't sleep?" asked a familiar voice. "I just woke up from a strange dream, myself. The thing is, I dreamed that there were two Jennifers, and one of them sure looked like Elisabeth Shue. I don't know why I dreamed that. It was so... so weird."

Upon hearing about his twin's dream, Calvin began to think about his own relationship with Felicia Hartman - the girl that his twin had decided to hook him up with. He simply never had a girlfriend, back when he lived in the other world. He had to admit that he found Jennifer to be very attractive, but he felt that Felicia was more the girl for him.

"Well, dreams can be strange," quipped Lorraine. "Anyway, Calvin felt quite scared of the thunderstorm. He says that it reminds her of the... the other world. With the way Biff was so violent, I can really imagine that hearing all the noise can be scary for him. You had, I sure had nightmares of my own, after the night that Biff tried to rape me."

"I can quite imagine it was rather terrifying," Marty agreed, as he sat at the table. "I could go for hot cocoa, myself. Anyway, while I'm actually glad that you and Dad fell in love - and that you're more successful, I do feel bad that you had to... had to..."

"You did what you had to do," Lorraine replied, gently. "It looks like the water is really boiling. I'll make you the kind with marshmallows in it. Anyway, it's rather strange that you... that you were Calvin Klein. I can't believe that I kept hitting on you all week."

"There was no way you could've known," Marty reminded his mother. He put his arms around Calvin, as he added, "Just cheer up, buddy. You're home, now. You never do have to worry about the nasty man, again. I mean, we still have Biff Tannen - but he really is nothing like his... his other self. Don't worry, Cal. You're safe here, with us."

Calvin knew that his twin sure meant well, but felt that he didn't quite understand the whole story. It really wasn't that Calvin was just afraid of the noise, or that the noise reminded him of his former stepfather's rage. It really went much deeper than that.

"Your twin is right, Cal," Lorraine replied, gently. "If Biff was to ever try to harm you, your father will simply kick his ass. I mean, he did grow into a confident man - and I'm happy to call him my husband. Your dad and I will do everything to keep you safe."

"Your mom is absolutely right," agreed a familiar masculine voice. "It's true that I used to always cower in fear from Biff, but your twin really helped me to get passed that. I did sometimes think he was a real pain in the ass, but he was right about everything!"

"You never have to worry about our Biff," Lorraine assured her son. "It's just like you never have to worry about Dad just allowing Biff to push him around. Maybe, instead of letting that storm make you think of just how nasty Biff was - you sure can let that storm make you think of your father kicking Biff's ass. How does that sound, honey?"

"Biff was very violent," explained Calvin, as he lifted up his head. "That's not the only reason why I'm terrified, though. There was just this time, about two years ago, that he left me in an abandoned building. The thunderstorm was simply bad, and I was..."

"Holy shit!" Marty gasped, horrified. "He did that to you? That miserable bastard! He never should've treated you that way! I... I..." He took a sip of his hot cocoa, as he added, "So what happened? I mean, you really don't have to tell us - if you don't..."

"No, I don't mind," Calvin replied, softly. "The thing is, I was very cold and alone - and I was on the second floor. During the storm, the building was slowly falling apart - and I fell right through the floor. I couldn't go downstairs, as the steps were broken. I had twisted my ankle, and I remember that Mr. Parker found me - and he tended to me."

"Mr. Parker?" Marty asked, stunned. "Do you mean Jennifer's father? I really thought you never met Jennifer. Did she just not happen to be there?" He blushed, just as he added, "I'm sorry, I guess I'm getting off track. This must've been terrifying for you."

"I never exactly met her," Calvin replied, stunned. "We made eye contact - and I sure thought of how bad it was, that she was forced to work for Biff. Her father felt rather sad about the situation. He actually wanted to leave town, but he was financially..."

"That's sad," Marty replied, shaking his head. "You know, 'our' Jennifer really did meet her other self - but quite briefly. Say, Calvin, do you remember the story she told us - about how she had accidentally frightened her other self? I still feel rather bad, about how we left her behind. I didn't want to, but Doc insisted it was the best thing to do."

"Marty?" Jennifer whispered, as she walked into the kitchen. "I can't believe it! You're all up! Is the thunderstorm really that terrible, that none of you are able to sleep? I'm sure Dave and Linda will be getting up, as well. I could go for some hot cocoa, too!"

"Well, I think we have enough to go around," Lorraine replied, laughing. As she went to grab another cup, she added, "Tomorrow, I think you should go give your parents a call. It's not good that power in your house went off. It should be checked into."

"They'll be home by tomorrow afternoon," explained Jennifer. "It's a very good thing tomorrow's Sunday, so we can just sleep in - unless you want to go to church. I sure do feel for Calvin. I simply didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I've heard just a little bit of what you were saying. I can't believe Biff would do something that was so callous!"

"I could've been killed," Calvin mumbled, as tears filled his eyes. "He was insisting that I put his life through such hell, so he decided he would show me what hell was like. He planned to just keep me there the entire night. It's a good thing it was only a sprain."

"Everything will be fine, now," Lorraine replied, as she handed a cup of hot cocoa to Calvin. "We don't have to go to church tomorrow. However, I think we could just do some meditating. Jennifer, you could give us some techniques that you've learned."

Calvin smiled, as he slowly took a sip of his hot cocoa. As Jennifer was studying to be a psychologist, he figured that some of her tips could come in handy. He really hoped that, one day, he wouldn't be quite so fearful of thunderstorms. In the meantime, he was simply happy to have the comfort of his loving and supportive family beside him.

February 22, 1986
12:45 AM PST

Marty smiled to himself, as he was in Francesca's Italian Diner - with his girlfriend. The restaurant was dimly lit, and he could barely just see his girlfriend's face. He was sure that his Jennifer looked gorgeous, as always. The sound of the music was so tranquil.

After the waitress had seated them, and lit the candles - Marty cupped Jennifer's chin into his hands. As he took a closer look at her, he saw that Jennifer... wasn't Jennifer at all! She did look a little like Jennifer, but her hair was a bit lighter and more reddish.

"Wait a minute!" yelled Marty. "You're... you're Elisabeth Shue! Just who do you think you are? You pretended to be my girlfriend, and you nearly just managed to convince me. Just what is the big idea, thinking that you can simply..." Marty then saw the real Jennifer approaching the table, as he added. "Phew! There you are, Jennifer! It..."

"You heard him, you... you imposter!" the real Jennifer commented, as she grabbed the other girl by the arms - and lifted her up. "You know, you've been creating quite some trouble for me. I mean, you act like you can just take over my life like that!"

"I believe that's where you're mistaken," countered the pseudo-Jennifer. To Marty, she added, "Listen, Marty, she is the imposter. The thing is, she somehow just managed to hypnotize you into thinking that she's simply the... the real Jennifer."

"For some reason," Marty replied, trying to keep calm, "I sure don't believe you. You think I don't know my own girlfriend? Get out of town! I have known my girlfriend for over two years, and I should quite know what she looks like. Now, look! I don't quite know who you are - and, frankly, I don't care! You're sure not getting between us!"

"Please, Marty," insisted the pseudo-Jennifer, "I can prove it to you. I remember just how we met. We were paired up for a class assignment, and we quite quickly became a couple! I remember when you first took me to meet Doc. Look, I remember it all!"

"No!" shouted the real Jennifer. "I was the one who was paired with Marty for a class assignment. You'd just better get out of here, before you regret it! I'm not that kind of girl! "

I guess I'll be doing a third one.

November 13, 1955
11:00 AM PST

It was a Sunday morning - and, after a thunderstorm that just lasted the whole night, the sun had finally come out. George McFly's attitude was almost as bright. As he was headed to Hill Valley Park, he thought of how nice it was to be dating Lorraine Baines.

That was not the only thing he was happy about, even though she was quite a loving and precious girl. She was real happy to have found some new courage. For the very first time, she actually had the courage to stand up to Biff Tannen. He quite felt that, from now, things would be different. He would have the courage to live his own life.

Up until yesterday, he was simply too shy to even talk to Lorraine. She seemed to be nice enough, and she had even been known to say "hi" to him. Still, being as Lorraine was one of the more popular girls in school - he really feared being rejected by her.

He suddenly felt a real pang of sadness, as he thought of Calvin Klein - who preferred to be called "Marty". He wondered if he would ever see that young man, again. It just made him feel empty, to think that the young man who helped him so much was gone.

He remembered the strange event he witnessed, last night. After Mark Dixon had cut between him and Lorraine, he simply started to lose his courage. It was at that point, that young Marty seemed to fade away - as if his existence was simply dependant on George and Lorraine getting together. Of course, he could've just been hallucinating.

After he stepped into the park, George saw a young boy - who appeared to be about nine. As George took a closer look, he really noticed that the boy was reading a comic book - called Tales From Space. George really was intrigued, as he had always had an interest in aliens. George tried to overcome his shyness, as he walked up to the boy.

"Hi, buddy," George commented, using Marty's term of affection. As the boy looked up, he added, "Well, I see you're quite interested in aliens." The boy nodded, as he added, "That was always my interest, too. By the way, I'm George. George McFly."

"My name's Sherman," the boy commented, quietly. "I'm Sherman Peabody. I've been interested in aliens for a pretty long time. Hey, George, can I ask you a question?" As George nodded, he asked, "Do you believe aliens are real? I mean, really real?"

"I know they're real," George replied, as he thought of his encounter with Darth Vader. "In fact, I even, uh..." George paused, as he wasn't very sure of whether he should tell Sherman of what happened, lest the boy would really think he was crazy.

"I've seen an alien, too," Sherman explained. "It crashed into our barn last Saturday. Not yesterday, but the week before. It knocked down our pine. I really felt scared of it. My pa tried shooting at it, but it just got away. After he told the police about what happened, he got committed. I was quite afraid that there would be another attack."

George was stunned, as he tried to take in what the little boy told him. He pondered over whether Calvin Klein and Darth Vader were, in fact, the same. He seemed very harmless, in spite of the "brain melting" threat. After all, he could still remember that event from the dance last night. He wondered if anyone else had actually noticed it.

"I can understand why you would be real scared," George replied, gently. "He maybe wasn't quite evil, though. He maybe was simply, uh, fightened. After all, I'm sure this was a new world for him. I mean, beside crashing into your barn - did he actually..."

"You know," Sherman replied, softly, "I was doing some thinking about it. We maybe did act a bit, uh, rashly. I was thinking about racism, and how I never really thought that it was right to treat people differently - just because his skin was a different..."

"I completely agree with you," George replied, as he thought of Goldie Wilson. "I sure never agreed with how Lou treated Goldie. I wanted to tell Lou just exactly how I felt - but, up until yesterday, confrontation was never my strong point. I believe it rather would be nice, if Goldie Wilson ended up being a mayor. He actually does deserve it."

"I think so, too," replied Sherman. "Anyway, my pa was placed in the mental hospital last week - after the police decided that he was delusional. It just took about a week for them to keep him there. He's really my grandpa. My parents died, when I was..."

"It sounds like a real bad place to be," George said, shaking his head. "From what I've heard, it squite ounds about as bad as being in jail - and they treat you like a criminal. It just sounds horrible. Even if your father was delusional, which I'm sure he's not, it's still... Well, people can't help it - if they have something wrong with them. They're..."

"I actually feel like it's partially my fault," Sherman commented, sighing. "I told Pa that he should even shoot it, because it morphed into human form. You know, some of the other children at school make fun of me - because I like aliens. However, I feel so..."

"I'm not especially popular at my school, either," George replied, ruefully. "I just have a couple of very close friends, and some acquaintances. In fact, up until yesterday, I was bullied around by Biff Tannen. Last night, though, I finally took a stand to him."

"I don't let anyone push me around," Sherman said, with confidence. "My true friends accept me for who I am. If other people don't like me, that's their problem. I feel quite bad, though - because, well, maybe the alien wasn't necessarily evil. I do wish I could go back in time, and undo that day. Well, what about you? The alien you met?"

"His name was Darth Vader," George explained, nervously. "He really came here from the planet Vulcan. At least, that's what he said. He sure threatened to melt my brain, if I didn't take this girl to the dance. I've never been that scared before, in my life!"

"He sounds scary," Sherman replied, shuddering. "Why do you suppose it mattered to him quite that much? I mean, he simply shouldn't've been threatening you. You should never have to date a girl that you can't stand. You should make your own decisions."

"Actually, though, I did like the girl," George replied, nervously. "She did seem to be nice enough, and she never really teased me... or made fun of me. There was this boy, though. His name was Marty Klein. At first, I thought he was quite so annoying - but, after a few days, I've grown very fond of him. He really seemed strange, but..."

"Do you think Marty Klein might be Darth Vader?" asked Sherman. George nodded real slightly, as the boy added, "I wouldn't doubt it. After he climbed out of the spaceship, he looked all yellow. After some time, he mutated into this brown-haired young man."

"It sounds so plausable," George said, nodding. "There's another thing. At this school dance, when Marty Klein was playing Earth Angel... Well, I really could swear that he was about to fade away. He started out playing erratically, and then it seemed..."

"That is simply strange!" gasped Sherman. "So, you said that he seemed nice to you?" As George nodded, he added, "I'm not very sure what to make of him. You did mention that he even threatened to melt your brain, and that's not nice of him. If he was only trying to, uh preserve his existence... I suppose I'm intrigued and scared."

"He helped me to gain real courage," George commented, softly. "Up until last week, I never let anyone read my stories. It turns out that my friends sure liked them. I might even write a novel, based on Darth Vader. I'll send my stories to Tales From Space."

"Hey, George," Sherman asked, as a smile spread across his face, "I really would like to read some of your stories. I only have one friend, who even understands me. It's rather enjoyable, being able to talk to you. Would you like to be my friend, as well?"

"I would cartainly love that, Sherman," George replied, as he smiled warmly at his new friend. "It'll sure be nice to have a friend, who understands my interests. I was known as the weird kid, for about as long as I could just remember. I'm rather glad that I met Marty Klein. He simply helped me to become more confident, and I really will miss hm."

"I feel so ashamed, now," Sherman commented, sadly. "I was this very weird kid that loved aliens, by my actions certainly didn't show it. I mean, I was simply xenophobic - and I was sure foolish. What I did to him, was far worse than how Lou treats Goldie."

"Well, you feel ashamed of it," George commented, gently. "That is a very good sign, and it simply shows that you do have a desire to do the right thing. That is more than what we could say about.... well, about some of the people I know at my school."

"Yeah, I can't imagine that the kids who make fun of me," Sherman replied, "feel any remorse about it. I mean, they do it very cheerfully - and they simply get their jollies from putting down the weird kid. This used to bother me so much, but I sure realized that there's no shame in being different. I sure don't want to be like everyone else."

As George simply smiled at his young friend, he thought of how he never considered changing who he was - just so that he could be more accepted. He only wanted it to be considered more acceptable to be free to pick your own interests and hobbies.

"Well, Ma just came here to pick me up," commented Sherman, as he stood up. "Why don't I just give you my phone number, and you could call me later?" He reached into his bag, as he pulled out a slip of paper. "It's simply been nice meeting you, George!"

George smiled and waved, as Sherman headed to his grandmother's Jeep. It felt very good to have finally overcome his shyness. He felt so lucky, and he just found himself expressing his gratitude to Calvin Martin Klein - wherever he was. Whether or not the young man was connected to Darth Vader, he felt that he owed everything to him.

I never thought anyone noticed Marty fading away.

I always thought it was him remembering Darth Vader that gave George the courage. Either that, or going back to his old self was just some temporary relapse. But still, your theory is possible.

Was Otis put in the insane asylum after seeing the 'alien'?

Yeah, Otis is put in the institution. I thought it would be a good idea to have George and Sherman meet, as they both like aliens.

As for my theory, I never understood why it was so crucial for Marty to get his parents together in a week. He should have had until some time in 1967 to get his parents together.

Actually, Otis gets put in the institution on the evening of November 12.

BTW, do you have any ideas for the fight between two Jennifers?

No ideas. Sorry :(

Okay, well, I'll ask around. If at all possible, I would like to get the story up on April 1.

BTW, I'm trying to figure out where I should put the George and Sherman story. I'm not sure if it would fit too well with trilogy vignettes. Although, I might write one where Doc and Marty go to Holt's Diner - as Doc is preparing to send Marty back to 1885 - and they end up sitting behind George and Lorraine, but George and Lorraine don't see them.

The other alternative, though, might be adding it as a companion piece to How We Fell In Love.

November 13, 1955
1:00 PM PST

Everything seemed surreal to Marty McFly - as he and his scientist friend, Dr. Emmett Brown, stepped into Holt's Diner. He quite barely had a chance to become used to his new life, before Doc had just dragged him off into the future. He really felt resentful, as he simply wished he had more time to relax - before taking Jennifer up to the lake.

Due to a series of unfortunate events, the Doc of 1985 was now stuck in 1885 - while Marty was quite stuck in 1955 for a few more days. In the letter that the Doc of 1985 had sent him, he had really instructed Marty to not bother coming back to rescue him.

"You seem very distraught, Marty," commented the Doc of 1955, as the two of them sat in a booth. "I know you're upset, because you'd likely never see me again. I sure can't go against my older self's wishes, though. It really wouldn't be... it's not right."

"Yes, Doc, I understand," Marty replied, sighing. As tears filled his eyes, he added, "I sure wish I had never bought the almanac. Now, because of that, I'll never really see you again." As tears began to spill down Marty's cheeks, he continued, "I rather can't stand the idea of never seeing you, again. We've been friends for over ten years."

"I know, Marty," Doc replied, gently. "I know. I understand how hard this really is for you. I taped up that letter that you wrote to me, and I'm sorry I really didn't listen to you all week." He glanced to his right, before whispering, "Your parents came here."

Marty swallowed, as he tried to stop crying. He really didn't want his parents to hear him, either - but for a different reason from what Doc was likely thinking. It was sure going to be interesting, if he could actually witness the dinner between his parents.

"This will be so romantic, George," Lorraine gushed, as they sat in a booth right behind Marty. "This is our first date, and I rather would like to hear more about your stories. I loved reading some of the stories that you've shown me. It was quite a horrible storm, but it was nice spending time with you. I think you do have a lot of potential, George."

"Thank you, honey," replied George, huskily. "Much of this was thanks to Marty Klein, though." Marty was beaming at George's words, as he continued, "I sure will miss this young lad. Anyway, I met a young boy at Hill Valley Park - and he's also into aliens."

"This morning?" asked Lorraine, as Marty was suddenly curious. "I'll admit that I never was that interested in the science fiction genre, but I'm pretty willing to check it out. I try to be open to new things. You know, George, you're a fun person to be around."

"Thank you," replied George. "Anyway, I had a real nice conversation with the young lad. His name's Sherman Peabody." Marty's heart actually skipped, just as he recalled the way he had first entered 1955. "He's just about nine or ten, but we have much in common. He even told me that most of the kids in school don't quite understand him."

"That sure isn't right," Lorraine replied, softly. "You know, I've seen you around quite a bit - and I never quite thought it was right, how some of the other kids would tease you... or push you around. I feel guilty, though - that I didn't think to speak to you."

"That's okay," George commented, softly. "We're together, now - and I really thought you seemed like a nice person. You'd occasionally say 'hi' to be, and I would quite clam up. I was always, uh, real shy around girls - unless they happened to be my cousins."

"I used to be shy around boys, too," commented Lorraine. "I suppose that's real hard for you to believe, as I'm known for being real boy crazy. That just wasn't always the case, though. Back when I was a freshman. I was so shy to be around them. Then, a year later, I met this very nice boy. His name was David Goodwyn, and I just feel..."

"It really is a shame," George commented, sadly, "that he died of cancer. We weren't too close, but he was always real nice to me. He sure stood up to some of the people who picked on me... people like Mark Dixon. I simply wished I could've been like him."

"Our relationship ended up not working out," explained Lorraine, "but we sure stayed being friends. I miss him a lot, but I'm sure he's in a better place. Anyway, I feel very close to you - that I never even felt for Calvin Klein. Well, what about your stories?"

"I'll admit that a lot of them are just based on violent fantasies that I've had," George explained. "While I never had the courage to stand up to Biff, until last night - I really wrote of stories... stories about being the super-powered alien. Often, I'd quite base the antagonist on Biff... and I loved writing about Biff really getting his. I also just..."

"Hey, Marty," whispered Doc, as he leaned over. "It looks like your plan really worked - perhaps, even better than expected. George seems more like this rambunctious boy that I knew in my first year of teaching third grade. Do you know what you'd like?"

"I'll just have three BLT sandwiches," whispered Marty. "It's so weird, that my parents are sitting right behind me. I do have my new set of memories, so I quite know what it was like. I still wish your older self had given me but time to relax, but I really am..."

"You simply mustn't let your parents know that you're here," added Doc, continuing to whisper. "Any further interactions with them might really have major repurcussions on the future events of... You know, I really was concerned about how George punching out Biff might affect the course of future history. I guess it worked for the better."

Marty nodded, as he leaned back. George was still explaining to Lorraine about some of the stories that he wrote. While he felt rather guilty about eavesdropping on their conversation, he couldn't help but listen in. This was actually a big moment for them.

oooooooooo

About a half hour later, as Marty was drinking a strawberry shake, he continued to be very intrigued with the way his parents were just bonding. He also learned a lot about his parents, that he just never knew about. He could hardly wait to get back to 1985.

"It was such a reprieve," commented George, "to punch out two of the boys who had tormented me for so long. I'll admit that I'm quite afraid to return to school, tomorrow - but, if Biff dares ask me to do his homework for him... Well, I will kick him right in the ass! I simply feel like a new man, and I can say everything to Biff that I wanted to..."

"Now, you're talking," gushed Lorraine. "I'd hate to discourage you in any way, but I'd be careful not to get real cocky. I mean, you sure need the middle ground. You should let Biff know that you're not one to be pushed around, but you're not quite invincible."

"Yeah, I understand," George replied, softly. "I understand that all too well. Still, I've learned that he's just not as tough as he likes to think he is. You know how he always has to his gang with him? You know why that is? He's such a coward to fight alone!"

"You've got that right," agreed Lorraine. "He's sure been harassing me for quite a long time, as well. I mean, it's real different... different from the way he's harassed you. If it hadn't been for you... Well, I might've lost my virginity! I know what you're thinking. I'm still a virgin? Well, I might've been boy crazy - but, the thing is, I still have morals."

"I never doubted that," George replied, gently. "I never had a girlfriend, so this is just a new experience for me. I was about to just resolve myself to a life of loneliness, but Marty Klein comes into my life. I never thought I would've been so attached to him."

"I miss him, too," replied Lorraine. "I know I really fell for him, and I did come on quite too strongly. For some strange reason, though - kissing him was simply like kissing my brother. I know it doesn't make a whole lotta sense, but you're the one that I want."

"You know, he simply might've been an alien," suggested George, which caused Marty to nearly jump. "I'll tell you about my theories later. I don't want you to just think that I'm strange, or anything like that. He maybe was just a normal young boy, but I really never met anyone like him. Some of his mannerisms seemed strange, but he really..."

"Well, he did play some very interesting music," commented Lorraine. "I actually don't think it was quite that bad, but it was just something that I never heard of. I like rock and roll, and it's something that my parents really will never understand. Still, well..."

"Should we get out of here?" suggested George. "This place really serves great food, and it really is just a quiet place. Well, why don't we head over to Hill Valley Park?" As the voices began to fade, he continued, "I should speak more to my father about..."

"They're on their way out," Doc whispered. "I simply feel bad that I wasn't able to talk to you, but we simply couldn't let them hear us." In a normal tone, he continued, "You just spent this whole last week, trying to get your parents to fall in love. I really didn't expect for you to come back here. I mean, I'm happy to see you again - but I just..."

"I would just prefer to be home in 1985," Marty explained. "The thing is, I didn't have my headset with me - so I just can't listen to my rock and roll. I mean, to my '80s rock and roll - which is... Well, it's simply harder than the stuff we have here in the '50s."

"Yeah, I remember hearing some of your music," Doc replied. "I thought it was just so noisy for me. Well, maybe I might learn to get used to the music. I suppose we'd sure could... Well, we should maybe just start... start heading over to the Del Gato mine."

Marty smiled slightly, as the two of them began to leave the restaurant. In a way, he actually wished that he could've spoken with his parents. Still, he decided that it quite wasn't worth the risk. Anyway, it was real nice to hear to the two of them were much in love. It was a good sign - and he hoped that he'd be able to return to 1985, soon.