Author's Note: This is my take on what October 25 may have been like in the Lone Pine Timeline. This applies to my Trilogy and Newlyweds Universe, as well Marty 2 of Hell Valley Universe.
October 25, 1985
6:23 AM PST
Marty McFly had decided to head over to the home of his friend, Dr. Brown - whom Marty called 'Doc'. Doc had been gone all week, and Marty was extremely worried about him. After being disgusted by the sight of the overflowing dish of dog food for Doc's dog, Einstein - and seeing that, according to Doc's clocks, it wasn't eight yet - Marty had decided to turn on the amplifier and play some tunes. He turned all of the dials up full blast, causing the amp to hum loudly. Marty then used his guitar pick to strum his guitar. However, a short circuit had caused the amplifier to explode, causing Marty to fall back into the bookcase. Marty had then taken off his sunglasses to check out the damage around him.
'Whoa-ho,' mumbled Marty, as he saw one last piece of the amplifier fall. 'Rock and roll.'
Then some loud ringing had pierced Marty's ears. He glanced at the fire alarm, but then he realized it was Doc's phone that was ringing. Marty had taken off his guitar and rummaged through the junk, until Doc's phone was found.
'Yo,' called out Marty, as he answered the phone.
'Marty, is that you?' asked Doc.
'Hey, hey, Doc,' called out Marty, relieved to hear from Doc. 'Where are you?'
'Thank God I found you,' replied Doc, ignoring Marty's question. 'Listen, can you meet me at Lone Pine Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.'
'Wait a minute! Wait a minute!' insisted Marty. '1:15 in the morning?'
'Yeah,' replied Doc.
'What's going on?' Marty asked, concerned. 'Where have you been all week?'
'Working,' Doc replied, vaguely.
'Where's Einstein?' asked Marty. 'Is he with you?'
'Yeah, he's right here,' replied Doc.
'You know, Doc,' Marty informed, 'you left your equipment on all week.'
'My equipment?' Doc asked. 'That reminds me, Marty. You'd better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility of overload.'
Now you tell me, Marty thought, a little annoyed. 'Yeah,' replied Marty, he tossed the key away. 'I'll keep that in mind.'
'Good, I'll see you tonight,' replied Doc. 'Don't forget, now - 1:15 AM, Lone Pine Mall.'
'Right,' replied Marty, as all of Doc's clockes started to chime eight. Marty quickly covered his ear with the base of his phone.
'Are those my clocks I hear?' asked Doc.
'Yeah,' Marty yelled back. 'It's, uh, 8:00.'
'Perfect!' exclaimed Doc. 'My experiment worked! They’re all exactly 25 minutes slow!'
'Wait a minute!' protested Marty, with frustration. 'Wait a minute, Doc! Are you telling me that it's 8:25?'
'Precisely,' replied Doc.
'Damn!' shouted Marty. 'I’m late for school!' Marty then slammed down the phone, grabbed his skateboard, and car-surfed to school.
oooooooooo
'Y'know, this time it wasn't my fault,' Marty complained to Jennifer. 'The Doc set all of his clocks 25 minutes slow.'
Then Mr. Strickland suddenly turned around the corner, having overheard Marty.
'Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly?' Mr. Strickland asked, clicking his tongue. 'Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker,' Mr. Strickland continued, handing a pink slip to Jennifer. Then he gave Marty a pink slip, and said, 'And one for you, McFly. I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice, young man. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous. He's a real nutcase. You hang around with him, you're gonna end up in big trouble.'
'Oh, yes, sir,' replied Marty, somewhat smart-alecky.
'You got a real attitude problem, McFly,' Mr. Strickland grumbled, pushing Marty a bit. 'You're a slacker. Your father may be a famous author - but if you don't shape up, you will get nowhere with life.'
'Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?' Marty asked, with annoyance.
'I noticed your band is on the roster for dance auditions after school, today,' continued Mr. Strickland, pulling Marty towards him. Then, getting in Marty's face, he continued, 'Why even bother, McFly? You haven't got a chance. You're too much of a slacker. Believe me, McFly, no slacker will ever amount to anything in the real world.'
'Yeah, well,' Marty muttered, 'I think you've under-estimated me.'
oooooooooo
'I'm too loud,' Marty grumbled to Jennifer, as they were walking past Mayor Wilson's campaign van, to a bench in from of Lou's Aerobics Studios. 'I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.'
'Marty,' Jennifer said, soothingly. 'one rejection isn't the end of the world.'
'Nah,' Marty insisted, with defeat, 'I just don't think I'm cut out for music.'
'But you're good, Marty,' Jennifer protested. 'You're really good. And this audition tape of yours is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying...'
'Yeah, I know,' Marty mumbled, as he was distracted by a couple of girls walking by. 'If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.'
Jennifer turned Marty head back to her, and said, 'That's good advice, Marty.'
Marty and Jennifer begin to sit down on the bench.
'Alright, okay, Jennifer,' mumbled Marty. 'What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, 'Get out of here, kid, you got no future.' I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I wish I had the same kind of confidence as my old man.'
'Yeah, Marty,' agreed Jennifer, 'you're way too hard on yourself. You've got potential. You shouldn't let one rejection get you down.'
Then Marty spotted a new 4x4 Toyota truck being delivered at the car dealership. Marty stood up on the bench to get a closer look.
'Hey, look!' exclaimed Marty. 'That's just like the 4x4 my dad bought for me last month!'
'Okay, back her up,' Marty heard one of the men in the dealership say.
'Just think, Jennifer,' gushed Marty. 'Tomorrow is our big day. We'll be able to take that truck up to the lake, throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back, make out under the stars.'
Marty was affectionately rubbing Jennifer's belly.
'Stop it!' protested Jennifer, smiling.
'What?' Marty asked, innocently.
'Are you sure your mom is okay about tomorrow night?' asked Jennifer.
'Well, of course!' exclaimed Marty. 'I have a really cool mom. She thinks it's great that we're going to the lake tomorrow. She really likes you a lot, Jennifer. Besides, she was once a teenager herself.'
'Your mom is so awesome,' gushed Jennifer.
'Yeah, she's a great women,' agreed Marty, as she leaned over to kiss Jennifer.
'Wonderful,' replied Jennifer, as the couple started to kiss.
However, the couple was then interupted by a middle-aged woman shaking a can of coins in front of their faces, and shouting, 'Save the clock tower!'
oooooooooo
'Hello, everyone!' Marty called out, cheerfully. 'I'm home!'
'Aw, it's so good to see you, honey,' gushed Lorraine, Marty's mother, as she threw her arms around Marty. 'I'm making stuffed shells for dinner tonight.'
'Oh, that is one of my favourite foods!' exclaimed Marty.
'I know, honey,' Lorraine said, smiling. 'You're dad won't be home for another hour, though. He decided to put in some overtime. He might be getting a promotion next week.'
'Oh, really?' Marty asked, excitedly. 'That is so awesome! I'm so happy for him.'
'Also, his novel will be going on sale, tomorrow,' Lorraine added.
'Whoa!' Marty breathed, excitedly. 'That's great, Mom.'
As Marty began to head to his room - his older brother, Dave, had joined him.
'Have you heard from Doc Brown, yet?' Dave asked, smiling sympathetically. 'I know you've been worried about him all week.'
'Yeah, he called me this morning,' replied Marty. 'I asked him where he was, and he just said he was working. It doesn't really say much, but at least it's good to know he's alive. I mean, I was worried sick about him all week.'
'Well, I'm happy you've at least heard from him,' Dave said, placing a comforting hand on Marty's shoulder. 'I knew he would be alright. Maybe his work just called for him to be away for awhile.'
'Yeah, maybe so,' Marty said, sighing. 'It's just that it's not like him to leave, without letting me know. He could have at least told me he was going to be gone.'
'Well, try not to fret, Marty,' Dave said, sympathetically. 'You've heard from him today - so you at least know he's fine, now. Look, I have some reports that I have to type up. Will you be okay, Marty?'
'Yeah, Dave, I'll be fine,' replied Marty, smiling. 'Thanks for your concern.'
'Hey, anytime, little brother,' Dave said, smiling.
oooooooooo
'Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves,' Lorraine said, sighing disappointedly. 'Uncle Joey didn't make parole again.' After dropping the cake onto the table, which said, 'Welcome home, Joey', Lorraine continued, 'I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.'
'Uncle Jailbird Joey?' asked Marty, with a smirk.
'He's your brother, Mom,' insisted Dave.
'Yeah,' groaned Linda, Mart's older sister, 'I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.'
'We all make mistakes in life, children,' Lorraine said, somewhat sadly.
'Your mother is right,' replied Marty's father, George. 'You guys could try to be a little more understanding of your mother's feelings. The late '60s and early '70s was a bad era for drugs and alcohol. Joey happened to be a peace-loving hippy who just took drugs and alcohol a little too far.''
'You're right, Dad,' Marty sighed, feeling ashamed. 'I guess it's just that I never met Joey - so I don't know what he's like.'
'Why should I respect a druggie and an alcoholic?' Linda groused. 'It's his own damn fault he's in prison.'
'We don't have to respect him, just because he's our uncle,' Dave insisted. 'I'm sorry, but I have no respect for junkies.'
Marty glanced at his mother. He was a little uncertain of whose side to take. He didn't like to think ill of anyone - but, the truth was, it was hard for him to sympathize with Uncle Joey. Marty had never met him, after all.
Lorraine had noticed Marty looking at him, and she said, 'Yeah, Marty, I feel the same way about your Uncle Joey - as you do about Doc Brown. I think, with a little bit more support from us, your Uncle Joey will be able to make parole in a few years. Please, Marty, try to understand. I know you try to look for the good in everyone. So please try to look for the good in your Uncle Joey.'
After some hesitation, Marty quietly said, 'Okay, I'll write to Uncle Joey. Maybe all Uncle Joey needs is someone to care for him.'
'Right, my point exactly,' replied Lorraine, smiling.
Author's Note: This is what takes place in on October 25 in the Twins Universe.
October 25, 1985
6:23 AM PST
Marty McFly had decided to head over to the home of his friend, Dr. Brown - whom Marty called 'Doc'. Doc had been gone all week, and Marty was extremely worried about him. After being disgusted by the sight of the overflowing dish of dog food for Doc's dog, Einstein - and seeing that, according to Doc's clocks, it wasn't eight yet - Marty had decided to turn on the amplifier and play some tunes. He turned all of the dials up full blast, causing the amp to hum loudly. Marty then used his guitar pick to strum his guitar. However, a short circuit had caused the amplifier to explode, causing Marty to fall back into the bookcase. Marty had then taken off his sunglasses to check out the damage around him.
'Whoa-ho,' mumbled Marty, as he saw one last piece of the amplifier fall. 'Rock and roll.'
Then some loud ringing had pierced Marty's ears. He glanced at the fire alarm, but then he realized it was Doc's phone that was ringing. Marty had taken off his guitar and rummaged through the junk, until Doc's phone was found.
'Yo,' called out Marty, as he answered the phone.
'Marty, is that you?' asked Doc.
'Hey, hey, Doc,' called out Marty, relieved to hear from Doc. 'Where are you?'
'Thank God I found you,' replied Doc, ignoring Marty's question. 'Listen, can you meet me at Lone Pine Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.'
'Wait a minute! Wait a minute!' insisted Marty. '1:15 in the morning?'
'Yeah,' replied Doc.
'What's going on?' Marty asked, concerned. 'Where have you been all week? Is Calvin supposed to come, too?'
Calvin was Marty's identical twin brother. Marty and Calvin always hung out together with Doc. This morning, Calvin had decided to help their friend, Lloyd, with algebra before school stared.
'Working,' Doc replied, vaguely. 'No, Calvin is not to come. Only you are to show up at the mall.'
'Where's Einstein?' asked Marty. 'Is he with you?'
'Yeah, he's right here,' replied Doc.
'You know, Doc,' Marty informed, 'you left your equipment on all week.'
'My equipment?' Doc asked. 'That reminds me, Marty. You'd better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility of overload.'
Now you tell me, Marty thought, a little annoyed. 'Yeah,' replied Marty, he tossed the key away. 'I'll keep that in mind.'
'Good, I'll see you tonight,' replied Doc.
Just then, all of Doc's clockes started to chime eight. Marty quickly covered his ear with the base of his phone.
'Are those my clocks I hear?' asked Doc.
'Yeah,' Marty yelled back. 'It's, uh, 8:00.'
'Perfect!' exclaimed Doc. 'My experiment worked! They’re all exactly 25 minutes slow!'
'Wait a minute!' protested Marty, with frustration. 'Wait a minute, Doc! Are you telling me that it's 8:25?'
'Precisely,' replied Doc.
'Damn!' shouted Marty. 'I’m late for school!' Marty then slammed down the phone, grabbed his skateboard, and car-surfed to school.
oooooooooo
'Y'know, this time it wasn't my fault,' Marty complained to Jennifer. 'The Doc set all of his clocks 25 minutes slow.'
Then Mr. Strickland suddenly turned around the corner, having overheard Marty.
'Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly?' Mr. Strickland asked, clicking his tongue. 'Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker,' Mr. Strickland continued, handing a pink slip to Jennifer. Then he gave Marty a pink slip, and said, 'And one for you, McFly. I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice, young man. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous. He's a real nutcase. You hang around with him, you're gonna end up in big trouble.'
'Oh, yes, sir,' replied Marty, somewhat smart-alecky.
'You got a real attitude problem, McFly,' Mr. Strickland grumbled, pushing Marty a bit. 'You're a slacker. Why can't you be a little more like your twin? I mean, he takes school seriously, unlike you. I'm just a little surprised that he also hangs around that so-called Dr. Brown.'
'Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?' Marty asked, with annoyance.
'I noticed your band is on the roster for dance auditions after school, today,' continued Mr. Strickland, pulling Marty towards him. Then, getting in Marty's face, he continued, 'Why even bother, McFly? You haven't got a chance. Face it, McFly! You are the loser twin. No slacker like you will ever amount to anything in the real world.'
'Yeah, well,' Marty muttered, 'I think you've under-estimated me.'
oooooooooo
'I'm too loud,' Marty grumbled to Jennifer, as they were walking past Mayor Wilson's campaign van, to a bench in from of Lou's Aerobics Studios. 'I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.'
'Marty,' Jennifer said, soothingly. 'one rejection isn't the end of the world.'
'Nah,' Marty insisted, with defeat, 'I just don't think I'm cut out for music.'
'But you're good, Marty,' Jennifer protested. 'You're really good. And this audition tape of yours is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying...'
'Yeah, I know,' Marty mumbled, as he was distracted by a couple of girls walking by. 'If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.'
Jennifer turned Marty head back to her, and said, 'That's good advice, Marty.'
Marty and Jennifer begin to sit down on the bench.
'Alright, okay, Jennifer,' mumbled Marty. 'What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, 'Get out of here, kid, you got no future.' I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I wish I had the same kind of confidence as my twin.'
'Yeah, Marty,' agreed Jennifer, 'you're way too hard on yourself. You've got potential. You shouldn't let one rejection get you down.'
Then Marty spotted a new 4x4 Toyota truck being delivered at the car dealership. Marty stood up on the bench to get a closer look.
'Hey, look!' exclaimed Marty. 'That's just like the 4x4 my dad bought for me last month!'
'Okay, back her up,' Marty heard one of the men in the dealership say.
'Just think, Jennifer,' gushed Marty. 'Tomorrow is our big day. We'll be able to take that truck up to the lake, throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back, make out under the stars.'
Marty was affectionately rubbing Jennifer's belly.
'Stop it!' protested Jennifer, smiling.
'What?' Marty asked, innocently.
'Are you sure your mom is okay about tomorrow night?' asked Jennifer.
'Well, of course!' exclaimed Marty. 'I have a really cool mom. She thinks it's great that we're going to the lake tomorrow. She really likes you a lot, Jennifer. Besides, she was once a teenager herself.'
'Your mom is so awesome,' gushed Jennifer.
'Yeah, she's a great women,' agreed Marty, as she leaned over to kiss Jennifer.
'Wonderful,' replied Jennifer, as the couple started to kiss.
However, the couple was then interupted by a middle-aged woman shaking a can of coins in front of their faces, and shouting, 'Save the clock tower!'
oooooooooo
'Hello, everyone!' Marty called out, cheerfully. 'I'm home!'
'Aw, it's so good to see you, honey,' gushed Lorraine, Marty's mother, as she threw her arms around Marty. 'I'm making stuffed shells for dinner tonight.'
'Oh, that is one of my favourite foods!' exclaimed Marty.
'I know, honey,' Lorraine said, smiling. 'You're dad won't be home for another hour, though. He decided to put in some overtime. He might be getting a promotion next week.'
'Oh, really?' Marty asked, excitedly. 'That is so awesome! I'm so happy for him.'
'Also, his novel will be going on sale, tomorrow,' Lorraine added.
'Whoa!' Marty breathed, excitedly. 'That's great, Mom.'
As Marty began to head to his room, he saw Calvin.
'Hey, what happened, Marty?' Calvin asked, concerned. 'I understand you got a detention today, because you had four tardies in a row.'
'Y'know, Calvin, it wasn't my fault,' Marty explained. 'The Doc set all of his clocks 25 minutes slow, I'm not sure why.'
'You mean, you stopped by Doc's place this morning?' Calvin asked. 'Did he return?'
'No, he didn't,' replied Marty, 'but he did call me. I asked him where he was, and he just said he was working.' Marty decided not to tell Calvin that he was to meet Doc at Lone Pine Mall - as, for some reason, Doc only wanted Marty there.
'Well, at least it's good to know he's alive,' Calvin said, with relief. 'I was worried sick about him all week.'
'Yeah, well,' replied Marty, 'so was I. He left his equipment on all week, so Einstein's food bowl was overflowing. He also did not warn me about the amp, until it was too late - so the amp is now destroyed. The force had pushed me into the bookshelf.'
'So what did Doc say?' asked Calvin.
'Oh, I didn't tell him that I already hooked up,' Marty explained. 'I was still stunned over the explosion, coupled with relief about hearing from Doc. I feel so bad about it.'
'Oh, I'm sure Doc will understand,' Calvin said, soothingly.
'Yeah, I hope so,' Marty replied, with some uncertainty.
oooooooooo
'Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves,' Lorraine said, sighing disappointedly. 'Uncle Joey didn't make parole again.' After dropping the cake onto the table, which said, 'Welcome home, Joey', Lorraine continued, 'I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.'
'Uncle Jailbird Joey?' asked Marty, with a smirk.
'He's your brother, Mom,' insisted Dave, Marty's older brother.
'Yeah,' groaned Linda, Marty's older sister, 'I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.'
'We all make mistakes in life, children,' Lorraine said, somewhat sadly.
'Yeah,' agreed Calvin, 'you guys are all being too hard on him, methinks. It's not like he murdered anyone. He's just had a bad addiction to drugs and alcohol.'
'You're right, Calvin,' Marty sighed, feeling ashamed. 'I guess it's just that I never met Joey - so I don't know what he's like.'
'Why should I respect a druggie and an alcoholic?' Linda groused. 'It's his own damn fault he's in prison.'
'We don't have to respect him, just because he's our uncle,' Dave insisted. 'I'm sorry, but I have no respect for junkies.'
Calvin looked at Lorraine, and sighed sympathetically. Marty was a little uncertain of whose side to take. He didn't like to think ill of anyone - but, the truth was, it was hard for him to sympathize with Uncle Joey. Marty had never met him, after all.
Marty's father, George, then spoke up, 'You guys could try to be a little more understanding of your mother's feelings. The late '60s and early '70s was a bad era for drugs and alcohol. Joey happened to be a peace-loving hippy who just took drugs and alcohol a little too far.'
'I'll write to Uncle Joey,' Calvin said, smiling, sympathetically.
After some hesitation, Marty quietly added, 'I will, too. Maybe all Uncle Joey needs is someone to care for him.'
'Right, my point exactly,' said Calvin.