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"Dad, is it ready yet?" Milton asked for the hundredth time. Sam had, with the help of his older sons, brought in a T.V and was currently trying to set it up.

"Milton Baines, I will let you know the moment it's ready but until then, stop asking me!"

"Sally, come start setting up the table. Don't forget an extra plate for our guest," Stella said. Suddenly, there was a loud 'bump' from upstairs that made everyone jump.

"Lorraine, are you up there?" Stella called. We heard some fumbling, and then I briefly heard a door upstairs open. I took this opportunity to excuse myself and ran upstairs. There I saw Mom, or Lorraine, standing outside what I guessed was her bedroom where Marty was. She had a big smile on her face and was a deep shade of red.

"Oh! Sorry, Abby, I didn't see you there. Your brother woke up and was asking about you. I'm going to let my mother know he's awake," she said, and then walked past me to the steps. I walked over to the door and then knocked.

"Marty?" I said. Suddenly the door was thrown open, and I was yanked inside. The door shut back, and Marty was squeezing the life out of me.

"Aw man, you have no idea how happy I am to see you kid," he said. When everything clicked in my head, I hugged him back.

"Shouldn't I be the one to tell you that?! You got hit by a frickin' car!" I said.

"Well my head didn't like that, but I'm alright. Anyway, I think we have a more serious matter to worry about," he said, letting me go. That's when someone knocked on the door.

"C-come in," Marty stuttered. The door opened, and in walked Stella and Lorraine.

"Mother, this is Calvin Klein, but he sometimes goes by Marty," Lorraine introduced, and still had that big smile and dazed look in her eyes.

'Calvin Klein?' I mouthed to Marty, who just shook his head.

"Very nice to meet you, Marty. My name is Stella Baines, but you can just call me Stella," she said, shaking Marty's hand. "I'm very sorry my husband hit you with his car, but Lorraine and I took good care of you while you were unconscious. Abby here has been telling us so much about you, that I feel like I know you personally now." Marty and I just glanced at each other.

'Okay. Now, I am officially freaked out and 'Mom' not being able to look away from Marty isn't helping matters at all,' I thought.

"I'm just about done cooking dinner, and we'd love to have both of you stay for it. Come downstairs, and I'll introduce you to everyone," Stella said. With that, Marty and I followed Stella out the door with Lorraine trailing close behind us.

"So tell me, Marty, how long are you in for?" Stella asked.

"Excuse me?" Marty asked as we walked down the steps.

"I guessed you were a sailor with that life preserver on," Stella said.

"Uh…..Coast Guard," Marty said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Sam, this is the young man you hit with your car. He's alright; thank God," Stella said. Sam was still was working on the T.V and was messing with the back of it using some screwdrivers. Meanwhile, the boys were moving the ripped up boxes out of the way.

"What the hell were you two doing out in the road anyway; two kids your ages? And you! You're supposed to be setting a good example for your sister young man!" Sam snapped.

"Oh, pay no attention to him. He's in one of his moods," Stella said and walked us over to the dining room where all the kids were now sitting. "Sam, stop fiddling with that thing and come eat dinner! Now, I'll introduce you to everyone, Marty. You already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little Baby Joey!" She continued, pointing to the kids at the table. Marty then went over to officially meet our Uncle Joey.

"Better get used to these bars kid," Marty mumbled, and I chuckled.

"Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. He cries every time we take him out, so we just leave him in there all day!" Stella explained. "Sam! Stop messing with that thing, and come over and eat your dinner! Now, Marty, I hope you and Abby like meatloaf."

"Hold on! Hold on! YES! Woo-hoo!" Sam cheered, dragging the T.V over to right in front of where everybody sat. Then, some of the older kids started to cheer. "Look at it roll! Now we can watch 'Jackie Gleeson' while we eat!"

"This is all nice and all, but we really need to…..whoa!" Marty said. Marty had been backing up, and Lorraine sneakily pulled out a chair at the last minute that made Marty fall into the seat.

"Sit here Marty!" Lorraine insisted. Then she pulled over another chair for herself and sat as close to Marty as she could. I sat down on the other side of Lorraine. With that, the rest of the family ate as they watched some black-and-white show complete with a laugh track and all.

"It's our first television set. Do you have a television?" Lorraine asked Marty.

"Well, yeah. You know we have…two of them," Marty said, slowing down when he locked eyes with Lorraine.

"Wow! You must be rich!" Milton said.

"Oh honey, he's teasing you. Nobody has two television sets. The next thing he'll tell you is that he's walked on the moon!" Stella said. I couldn't help but chuckle.

'She's not wrong, but just wait a couple of years,' I thought. Then we both started watching the black-and-white T.V.

"Hey! We've seen this before right Abs? This is the one where Ralph dresses up as a man from space!" Marty said. I was about to respond when Milton interrupted me.

"What do you mean you've seen this? It's brand new."

"Yeah, but we saw it on a …rerun," Marty said, and then his eyes went wide.

"What's a rerun?"

"Y-you'll find out," Marty stuttered.

"You know Marty? I'm looking at the two of you now and you look so familiar. Do I know your mother?" Stella asked. I just held my breath and looked at Lorraine as did Marty who wouldn't stop looking into Marty's eyes.

"Yeah, I think you might."

"Oh, well then I wanna give her a call. I wouldn't want her to worry about you two." Now it was my turn to get go wide-eyed.

"You can't!" Marty snapped. Then he took a shaky breath and continued. "Uh, what I mean is…..nobody's home."

"Oh," Stella said.

"Hey, do you know where Riverside Drive is?" Marty asked, pulling out the yellow page he 'borrowed'.

"That's on the other side of town and a block past Maple. If you hit Spielberg Avenue, you've gone too far," Sam said, never taking his eyes off the T.V.

"Block past Maple? No, that's John F. Kennedy Drive," Marty said, and Sam and Stella looked at us like we had multiple heads.

"Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?" Sam asked. With that, I sighed rubbed my forehead with my hand. That did it. No offense, Grandma Stella and Grandpa Sam, but I hate this place!

"Uh, Mother? With Marty and Abby's folks being out of town, don't you think they'd outta spend the night?" Lorraine asked with that dreamy look again.

'Ok Mom, can you please back-off? That's kinda getting on my nerves.'

"I mean Dad did almost kill him with the car," Lorraine continued.

"That's true Marty. I think maybe you and your sister should spend the night," Stella said.

"And he can sleep in my room," Lorraine said. All of a sudden, Marty shot up out of his chair.

"I gotta go! WE….we really need to get going," Marty said, running around Lorraine and literately picking me up out of my seat, and dragging me away. "Anyway, thanks for everything and I'll see you all later!" he continued, opening the front door, and running out dragging me with him.

"Bye Cal-!" I heard Lorraine yell just before the door was closed, and it was now just Marty and me in the rain; even if it has slowed down to a drizzle.

"Ho. Ly. Sh-" I stated, but Marty covered my mouth.

"You don't even know the half of it."

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"SHE DID WHAT?!" I shouted as we were jogging into Riverside Drive.

"Yeah. And she was up there," Marty said.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick," I said, covering my mouth.

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Can I wake up now?" I asked.

"Here soon kiddo," he said, and we came to a big house that wasn't like any of the other houses we'd seen with a long driveway leading up to it. There was a white car parked in front of a garage that could have passed for a person's house and had a brown mailbox that lit up with the numbers 1640. "Alright, let's do this," he mumbled, and both of us walked up the long driveway up to the front door. Marty walked straight up and started knocking on the door. We waited for a few seconds, but there was no movement coming from inside. That's when Marty started to walk away, and the door was suddenly cracked open making me gasp. Somebody looked at us for one second and then slammed the door closed. I looked back over at Marty who started walking back over to start knocking again.

This time, the door opened all the way to show a younger-looking Doc, but with the same hair and expression on his face whenever he had an idea.

"Don't say a word," he said, and literately dragged Marty inside by his jacket. "Come on come on!" he said looking at me.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"Shut the door behind you! Now, I don't wanna know your name or anything about either of you!" he said, taking off something that was tied to a puppy no older than a few weeks. Then he shooed the pup away, and put some kind of suction cup thing on Marty's forehead. The suction cup was attached to this big machine making a weird noise and was currently smoking.

"Doc, please, you gotta listen…"

"Quiet!" Doc said. "I'm gonna read your thoughts." Then he started playing with that oversized helmet on his head. "Let's see. You two are from…..a great distance?"

"Yeah! We're…."

"Not a word! Not a word!" he told me, waving his hand around.

"You two want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday evening post?"

"No!" Marty said, slapping his leg.

"Quiet now! You….you want me to make a donation…..to the Coast Guard Youth Auxiliary!" he announced.

"Doc," Marty said, taking off the suction cup. "My sister and I are from the future. We came here in a time machine that you invented. Now I need your help to get us back to the year, 1985." Doc looked at the two of us and then gave a big grin.

"Do you two know what this means?!" he asked, gripping Marty's shoulders.

"It means that this DAMN THING doesn't work at all!" he said undoing the strap and tossing it on the floor hard.

"Doc, please. You're the only one who knows how time travel works," Marty said.

"Time machine? I haven't invented any time machine," Doc said.

"Well…I guess you haven't yet, but you will!" I said.

"Look! 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!" Marty said, but Doc was focusing on writing something down in his notebook. "And look at this photo; my brother, my older sister, and me and Abby. Look at my older sister's sweatshirt Doc! Class of 1984?" Doc took the photograph with some big tweezers and studied the photo.

"Pretty mediocre photographic fakery eh? They cut off your brother's head," Doc said laughing.

"Doc, you gotta believe me," Marty pleaded.

"Well then tell me, future kids, who's president of the United States in 1985?" he asked.

"Ronald Reagan," we both said.

"Ronald Reagan?! The actor? Ha! I guess anyone really can be president. Then who's Vice President? Jerry Lewis?" Doc asked, gathering a bunch of papers in his arms, and then running out the door.

"Wait a second! Come back!" I yelled, and we both started chasing after him.

"I suppose Jane Wymann is the first lady!" Doc shouted.

"Whoa Doc, wait!" Marty shouted.

"And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury!"

"Doc, I'm begging you. Please listen!" Marty pleaded. He ran all the way to his garage and then opened the back door.

"I've had enough practical jokes for one evening. Goodnight, future kids!" Doc said and shut the door in Marty's face while locking it behind him.

"Wait Doc, please! The bruise! The bruise on your head, we know where it came from! You told us all about it! You were standing on your toilet hanging a clock, and then you fell and hit your head on the sink! Then when you woke up, you came up with the idea of the flux capacitor! Which is what makes time travel possible," Marty said.

All of a sudden, we heard someone running and unlocking all the locks. Then Doc opened the door with a stunned expression.

"How did you….? Great Scott, you two really must be from the future. That only happened this morning. Alright, you two, I'll play this game for a little bit. Where's your time machine?" Doc asked.

"I hid it behind this giant billboard near our neighborhood; well…where it will be," Marty said.

"Very well. We can take my car to get to it. What exactly is it? No no don't tell me. I figure it out when we get there. Let me get my keys and we'll go!" Doc said. He went back inside to get his keys, and we heard him chuckle at himself.

"I made something that works!" he cheered. At that, I couldn't help but chuckle along with him.

"At least we know it's definitely him," I said.

"Yup," Marty said. "Oh shi*! Jesus Abs, you've got to be freezing!" he said, ripping off his red vest. I looked down and remembered that I was still wearing my tank-top and shirt with a wide neck, and off-the-shoulder short sleeves at the end of October.

"I'm fine. You don't need to do all that. We live in California, not Canada. And all you have is a jean-jacket and your mid-sleeved shirt on," I said.

"Yeah, but…"

"Stop! I'm not even cold," I said.

"Just humor me, please?" he asked, taking off his jean jacket and handing it to me. I rolled my eyes, and just accepted it.

'Marty Mcfly saves helpless little Abby all over again.' I thought, feeling a deep hole form in my stomach. Thank goodness Doc came back when he did.

"Alright, let's go!" he said. Then all three of us jumped into his car and headed off.

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It was close to ten when we finally got back to the DeLorean. Doc pulled up right behind it and handed each of us some flashlights.

"I think there's something wrong with the starter, so I hid it here," Marty explained. Marty and I walked over to the car and started tossing away the leaves and bushes that we put over the car to hide it better. Doc then came over and started examining the car.

"After I fell off my toilet, I drew this," he said and showed us a drawing of what looked like a fan blade with some random equations and two words.

"Flux capacitor," Marty said, and Doc nodded. I smiled and then ran over to open the passenger door.

"Look," I said, and Doc followed me over. I turned on the Flux capacitor, and Doc stared at it with marvel. Then he fell to his knees and started laughing.

I can't believe it," he said. Then he turned around and gripped Marty's jacket tight. "IT WORKS! I FINALLY MADE SOMETHING THAT WORKS!"

"You bet your ass it works," Marty said.

"But it doesn't work anymore. And we kinda wanna get back to '85; like right now," I said.

"Yes! We've gotta sneak this back to my laboratory at once!" Doc said, and then gripped Marty's jacket again. "We've gotta get you two home!"

I know it's short, but I have a few ideas for the next chapter that will hopefully make it longer. I hope you all enjoyed and thanks for sticking with me. Have a Happy Thanksgiving to all my Americans out there and for everyone else, stay safe out there.

LaurenHardy13