October 26, 1985
1:24 AM PST

After Marty stepped out of the DeLorean, and saw Red, he glanced at the Bank of America clock, and said, '1:24, I still got time.'

Marty then got back in the car, and tried to start it. To his horror, the car didn't start.

'Oh, my God,' groaned Marty, blinking back tears. 'No, no, not again. C'mon, c'mon. Hey.'

Then Marty saw the Libyans' van driving past.

'Libyans!' gasped Marty, in horror, tears filling filling his eyes.

The Libyans' van then turned and passed the Texaco station, before leaving the Square. Marty then started to chase after them, as he was blinking back tears. Running with all of his might, Marty kept thinking, I must save Doc! I must save Doc! I cannot let let the Libyans catch him! I wish Doc hadn't tore up that note!

After what seemed to be forever, Marty had finally reached what was now Lone Pine Mall at 1:33 PM. To his horror, though, as soon as he arrived at Lone Pine Mall, he discovered that it was too late. He saw Doc get shot, and then Doc fell down. Tears filled Marty's eyes. I can't believe it, Marty thought, stunned. Doc is dead! Doc is dead! I'm too late! Marty then watched his younger self shout out at the Lybians. The Libyans then spotted Marty's younger self, and aimed for him. The younger Marty turned away, thinking it was the end. However, the Libyan's gun was jammed, giving the younger Marty enough time to get into the DeLorean - with his camera - and close the door. He then drove off. Whew! Talk about deja vu! Marty thought, miserably.

'Go!' Marty heard one of the Libyans shout.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Marty watched his younger self drive off in the DeLorean. He watched the DeLorean leave 1985 - and then the Libyans crashed into a photo booth. Once Marty saw that it was safe, he rolled down the embankment towards Doc, who was lying there.

'Doc! Doc!' called out Marty, with tears streaming down his cheeks, as he ran up to Doc. I was worried about this all week, Marty thought, miserably. I can't believe that I couldn't save Doc. Marty flipped Doc's body over - then, believing that Doc was dead, he turned his head away and began to cry. 'Oh, no!' sobbed Marty. Marty then sobbed brokenly. After about a half an hour, Marty could sense some movement behind him. Marty then turned his head, and he saw Doc starting to sit up. He could hardly believe his eyes.

'You're alive!' Marty gasped, swallowing and blinking back tears.

Doc then silently unzipped his radiation suit, revealling that he was wearing a bullet-proof vest underneath.

'Bullet proof vest,' Marty gasped, astonished. Marty reached out to touch the flares in the vest, then he drew back. 'How did you know? I never got a chance to tell you.'

Still remaining silent, Doc then took out the note that Marty wrote in 1955. Surprised, Marty grabbed the letter - and saw that it had been taped back together.

'About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum?' Marty asked, with his lips quivering a little bit, and blinking back tears. He was worried that Doc might vanish, like a ghost.

'Well, I figured, what the hell,' replied Doc, with a grin.

Marty just stared a Doc for a minute, then as he tightly hugged Doc, he began to cry again.

'Oh, Doc, I have been so worried about you all week,' sobbed Marty, as he buried his face into Doc's shoulder. 'I just couldn't stand to lose you, again. I, uh, uh, I, uh...' Marty was crying so hard he could no longer speak.

'Shhhhhh,' said Doc, as tenderly stroke Marty's back, gently rocking him back and forth. 'Just let it all out. I should have listened to you much sooner. I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry.'

'I, uh, uh...' Marty sobbed.

'Shhhhhh,' Doc said, soothingly. 'Don't say anything. Just let it all out.'

Marty then fully gave way to tears. It was such a cleansing relief to let go of his emotions. His shoulders were shaking with sobs. Marty had cried for about 15 minutes, before his sobs finally began to subside.

'Feel all better, now?' Doc asked, gently - when Marty was finally done crying.

'Yeah, yeah, Doc, thanks,' stammered Marty, as lifted up his flushed and tear-stained face.

'Well, then, Marty,' said Doc. 'I suppose I should drive you home, now.'

'Yeah, sure, thanks,' replied Marty. 'I feel so exhausted now, from crying.'

'But you feel all better now, right, Marty?' asked Doc.

'Yeah, Doc, much better,' answered Marty. 'It's such a relief to get all that out of my system.'

'Yet, I'll bet,' Doc said, gently.

'You really do mean a lot to me, Doc,' Marty said, softly. 'There really is no telling what I would have done, if it turned that you really were dead. I really felt like crying as soon as you tore up that letter. (1) It's amazing that I didn't.'

'Yeah, you've made a real difference in my life, too,' replied Doc, softly. 'Believe me, Marty, after I had sent you back to 1985, I had really missed you. I really cannot think of anyone who has touched my life in the same way as you did. In a way, I almost wish you could have stayed in 1955 with me - even though I realized that you had a life in 1985. Plus, I'm sure that your family and other friends would have missed you. Anyway, I've actually taped that note together just a few days after you left. I mean, it was really the only part of you I had left, if you know what I mean.'

'I understand, Doc, I really do,' Marty replied. 'I guess we've both touched each others lives in so many ways. There really is no telling how much my life would have been different, if I had never met you.'

'Maybe, in another reality,' mused Doc, 'we didn't meet.'

'Please, Doc, I don't even want to think about 'what-ifs' right now. I'm just happy that you're okay,' said Marty, as he embraced Doc again.

Doc then drove Marty home - then he headed off to 2015.

(1) See the original story of Marty Wept.