November 11, 1955
10:30 PM PST

Marty was sitting in the living room of Doc's mansion, sipping on some hot chocolate, eating a Hershey's bar, and watching television. Marty was hardly paying attention to the television, though - as his mind was on Doc's impending death from the Libyans, as soon as Marty returned to 1985 - which would be at 10:04 PM of the following day. All week long, Marty had tried to warn Doc that he would get shot by terrorists, but Doc refused to listen.

'Hey, Marty, I'm going to go to bed, now,' said Doc, as he walked into the living room.

Marty decided to try one more time to warn his friend. 'Hey, Doc, please, there is something that I really need to tell you.'

'If it's about the future,' Doc said, sternly, 'then I don't want to hear it. No man should know too much about their own destiny. If I know too much about my own future, I could endanger my own existence - just as you endangered yours.'

Marty sighed. This had been the same thing that Doc had been telling him all week long. Doc could be so stubborn. Marty was blinking really hard, to keep from crying.

'Yeah, alright, I guess,' said Marty, sighing. He was getting real desperate. Doc had always told him that if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. However, Doc seemed to be just as passionate about not wanting to know about his future - as Marty was of warning his friend about it. Why won't you listen to me, Doc? Marty thought, in despair.

'Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time,' Doc insisted. 'Now I'm heading off to bed. I'm tired.'

Marty then stood up to hug Doc, as he blinked back tears - while Doc hugged him back. Initially Doc was a little leary of hugs, as Doc wasn't used to them - but he quickly became accustomed to Marty's hugs. After Marty watched Doc head off to bed, he then grabbed his Walkman and some cassettes from his backpack. He hoped that, by listening to some 80s rock and roll music, he could take his mind off of Doc's impending fate somewhat. Still, that time would come, eventually.

Marty then sat on the couch, and began to thumb through his cassette collection. Doc might have fallen asleep as soon as he went to bed, but Marty was too upset to fall asleep. First, Marty tried to listen to a cassette by his favourite band, Huey Lewis and The News. However, as his favourite song, The Power of Love, was playing, the song only made him feel depressed. It wasn't ordinarily a tearjerking song, but hearing the song had reminded him of Doc - and how much he had become really close to Doc, and loved him - and tears then began to stream down his cheeks, and his lips began to quiver, as Marty was trying really hard to not break down into sobs. That song usually made Marty feel happy - and it was that song that usually went through his head as he would skateboard and car-surf around town - but not this time. It just made him feel miserable.

Doc was like a father-figure to him, a mentor. He had a type of relation with Doc that he didn't have with his parents, his other friends, or even Jennifer - as much as she was love of his life. His mother was an alcoholic and somewhat strict, while his father was somewhat spineless and let Biff Tannen push him around. He had met Doc at the age of seven, in April if 1975, when Doc had saved him from being bullied by Cliff Tannen and his gang. Initially, Marty's parents were a little leary of letting him hang around Doc - but as soon as they discovered that Doc was helping Marty with his scientific assignments, his parents have then relaxed their stance.

Marty then decided to try listening to a cassette by his other favourite band, Van Halen. Ordinarily the hard rock sound would pump him up, but not this time. He was too upset to be able to really enjoy the music. Then Marty tried listening to cassette by his favourite band of his early childhood, Led Zeppelin. The music didn't help much, either - and hearing Stairway to Heaven made him think too much about Doc's impending death from the Libyans, and how Doc might soon be in heaven.

Marty finally gave up, flopped down on the couch, buried his head into the end cushion, and began to cry. He had tried to warn Doc many times that week of his impending death, but Doc refused to hear of it. Marty had tried really hard to put it out of his mind, figuring that he's be able to tell Doc, sooner or later. Unfortunately, Doc was too stubborn to listen. This would be his last night of staying with Doc. He almost would have rather stayed in 1955 with his lifelong mentor. However, he would then miss his family, his friends, and especially Jennifer - and they would all miss him. Despite the fact that his family was somewhat dysfunctional, he did love them all the same. As much as he loved Doc, he would also miss living in 1985. Marty felt like he was torn between a rock and a hard place.

Copernicus, Doc's current dog, then climbed onto the couch, and snuggled up next to Marty.

'Oh, Copernicus,' Marty sobbed, 'what do I do? What do I do? The day I return, he will get shot. I want to tell him, but he won't let me. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Why, Copernicus, why?'

Copernicus just laid his head on Marty's back. Feeling somewhat comforted, Marty just cried his heart out, until he finally cried himself to sleep. When he woke up the next day, he resolved that he would write Doc a letter, put it into an envelope, write on it 'do not open until 1985', and sneak it into Doc's coat pocket. Surely Doc would then read it, and take precautions against his impending death.