17. Children

May 14, 2016
4:00 PM PDT

As Marty turned into Hill Valley Park, he heard the sounds of gasping sobbing near him. Marty turned his head, to see someone who looked just like him leaning up against a tree and crying as if his heart would break. This has to be Marty Jr, Marty thought, as his heart went out for his son. Marty walked up to his future son, and wrapped his arms around him. Despite the fact that he was currently the same age as his son, Marty cradled his future son into his arms as a parent would naturally comfort a crying child.

'Daddy, is that you?' Marty Jr asked, lifting up his tear-stained face.

'Yes, honey, it's me,' Marty said, softly - as he rubbed his son's back. 'What's troubling you, dear?'

'My, uh, my best friend died today,' Marty Jr sobbed, forlornly. Marty Jr clung onto Marty tightly, for comfort

'Who?' Marty asked, gently. Marty felt like crying, himself. It bothered him to see his future son crying. 'Was it Harmony?'

'No, it was Andy,' sobbed Marty Jr. 'He died of Jack Coleman Fever. I watched him die, Dad. He died in my arms.'

Jack Coleman Fever? Marty thought, confused. That must be some terrible disease that exists in the future.

'Oh, I'm so sorry, honey,' murmured Marty, blinking back his own tears. He figured that he must be strong for his future son.

'Oh, Daddy, I, uh, I, uh, uh...' Marty Jr was crying too hard to say anything more

'Shhhhh, don't say a word,' Marty whispered to Marty Jr. 'Just let it all out, honey. I can imagine that was extremely heartbreaking for you.'

Marty rocked Marty Jr back and forth, as his future son sobbed brokenly. Marty's heart really ached for his future son.

16. Parents

May 14, 2016
4:10 PM PST

Marty Jr felt somewhat comforted by the soft touch of his father as a teenager. He has seen his father as a teenager once before, when he travelled back to 1986 with his friend, Harmony Brown. He was amazed by how much he and his father had in common. They were often more like buddies, than like father and son. His mother, Jennifer, had always been the disciplinarian of the two - and, much of the time, Jennifer had been as lenient as Marty Sr.

Poor Marty Jr continued to weep as if his heart was breaking. He couldn't believe that Andy was gone. He and Andy had been best friends, ever since they were children. He wished there was a way to bring his friend back, then he remembered that this teenage version of his father had a time machine.

'Isn't there anything you can do, Dad?' Marty Jr sobbed, with despair. 'Can't you go back in time and bring him back to life?'

'I'm afraid I can't, honey,' Marty said, apologetically. 'I wish I could, but I know how Doc is always lecturing me on using the time machine to change history. You have to realize that I don't belong in this time. I came here from 1986. This is still my future.'

'So there's nothing you can do, Dad?' Marty Jr pleaded, through sobs. 'Andy meant so much to me, though. I can't believe that I'll never see him again.'

Then Marty himself began to cry. 'I wish I could help you, son,' Marty sobbed. 'I hate to see you suffer like this. I'm not even your father, yet - and my heart is really aching out for you. I really do want to help you, my son. I really do.'

The two Martys then hugged each other tightly, as they sobbed onto each other's shoulder. Marty Jr had decided to take into the scents of his father as a teenager. He was touched by how much his father loved him, before Marty Jr was even born to Marty Sr.

19. Death

May 14, 2016
2:30 PM PDT

Marty Jr sat by Andy's bedside, as he helplessly watched his best friend dying. Marty Jr struggled with all of his might, to keep from crying.

'Of course, Marty, you may have my amplifier,' Andy was saying. 'You may also have my entire CD collection.'

'Oh, Andy,' Marty Jr breathed, 'I will miss you terribly. I really wish there was hope for you to stay alive. It's so sad to see you go. My life will feel so empty without you.'

'Just believe, Marty,' Andy said, softly. 'As soon as I enter heaven, I will be looking after you. You have to trust that I will always be there.'

'That won't be quite the same thing,' insisted Marty Jr. 'Now we'll need to find someone new to play the bass guitar for us. I will miss hoverboarding with you, and hanging out with you at Cafe 80s. I'll miss being able to call you on the phone, and talk to you.'

Marty Jr then began to cry. Andy reached out to dab at a tear that rolled down Marty Jr's face.

'I understand how much you'll miss me,' Andy said, softly. 'However, you must not give up on life. The time has come for me to be home with the Lord. However, life will still go on for you and everyone else left alive. Please try to be happy for me. I'll soon be in heaven, where there will be no more pain or suffering.'

Marty Jr tried to understand his friend's view of his impending death. He knew he was being a bit selfish, and thinking just of himself. Still, he couldn't help how he felt. He wasn't ready to let his friend go. Andy was too young to die, for crying out loud. He hasn't even graduated from high school, yet.

Andy reached out to hug Marty Jr. Marty Jr had returned the hug, and he didn't want to let you.

'I love you, Andy,' Marty Jr whispered, choking back tears.

'I love you, too, Marty,' Andy whispered.

Then Andy went limp in Marty Jr's arms. Marty Jr was stunned, as he gently laid the now corpse of his best friend back onto his bed. Marty Jr then sat on the floor, as he drew his knees up to his chest, folded his arms onto his knees, and buried his face into his arms and began to cry hysterically.