Marty didn't quite trust this old man, but he seemed to know where – or when, as he said, he was going. So Marty followed him into the car, while his 'father' screamed at him. Marty buckled his seatbelt, and the crazy old man floored it, looking at Marty and grinning. "It's good to see you again, Marty." Suddenly Marty didn't feel as safe as the car took off.

"Now remember… when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you're going to see some serious-"

But then something incredible happened; making a strange sound that was so loud it covered up whatever the man was trying to say. The car was covered in sparks – slightly blue, but then all of a sudden it stopped with a crackle. Their car slowed down to a halt, and Marty unbuckled his seat belt. He scrambled out of the car and slammed the door, panicking. It was happening to him again. Something in his mind was trying to get out – probably memories of the past. He knew… he knew this man, and this car, but why? Marty gasped for breath. He realized he hadn't been breathing since the old man had floored the car.

"What's wrong, Marty? You look disturbed…"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just I don't remember anything, and I have no idea you are, or what's happening. What happened in the car? Who am I? Why does my head hurt so bad?"

The old man frowned, scratched his head, and pulled out a gun of some type. It looked futuristic. The old man slowly moved toward Marty.

"I think I know what happened, Marty. I can help you – I'm your friend."

Suddenly the man lunged forward with the gun.

Giggle. "Wait, he's waking up!" "Ssshhh!" "Shut up yourself!" "Make me!"

Marty jumped up. Two boys were right beside him. He looked over at them, and they laughed at him hysterically. Marty felt something, so he looked down. The boys had obviously poured water in an area that made it look like Marty had wet himself.

Suddenly, the old man walked in again, and noticed Marty and his… wet spot. He looked down at the two boys. "Jules! Verne! Go to your rooms. Both of you!" He looked at Marty and groaned. "They're two little devils, aren't they? It's hard sometimes to keep them under control."

Marty shrugged, looking back down at his pants. "Do you have a towel?"

The man nodded and opened a door that led to a closet. He pulled out a towel and handed it to Marty, who quickly placed it on the wet spot.

"So…" said Marty, looking around. "Where am I now? And why did you shoot me?"

The man smiled. "No trouble Marty, I have this all figured out. All you need to do is follow me back to the time machine and everything will be explained."

"TIME MACHINE? What Time Machine? Where? I don't believe you!"

The man groaned. "Sorry Marty, I keep forgetting that you know nothing. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Emmett Brown, and I have created a time machine out of a Delorean. I came to rescue you, because you had been left in the future. I brought you back to our time period, 1985. Does that make sense to you?"

Marty sighed. This might take a while.