Author's Note: This story takes place during the time that Marty is trapped inside of Biff's garage.

November 12, 1955
10:45 AM PST

As Marty paced back and forth in Biff's garage, he was blinking back tears. It seemed as if the time machine that Doc invented had actually created nothing but trouble. He never quite expected to end up back in this time period. He simply thought of how his other self, on the selfsame day, was preparing his father to gain some confidence.

Marty just recently contacted his scientist friend, who quite insisted that he couldn't bring the DeLorean out in the daylight. Marty sighed to himself, as everything really was beginning to seem hopeless. He certainly wished desperately to return home.

Granted, he did wake up to an improved family - which he was thrilled about. Just as he and Jennifer were about to take a ride in his new truck, though, Doc had to show up. He sure wished that Doc had given him some more time to adjust to his new life.

He didn't understand why it was important for Doc to drag them to the future. After all, the future hasn't quite yet happened - and it could always be changed. He could really have made preparations to prevent the future robbery from taking place. The idea would've really been a lot safer, and he actually wouldn't be any of this mess.

He thought of how he had warned his scientist friend about being shot by the Libyan terrorists. While Doc was initially rather resistent, the letter had actually managed to save his life. He figured that he could've just written down the problem to avoid.

Still, he simply couldn't be too mad at Doc. They've been rather good friends, for over ten years - and Doc has quite helped Marty a lot. He could still remember the day that he had been rescued from Cliff Tannen and his gang. He certainly felt very grateful.

Marty couldn't even really be mad at Old Biff. After all, buying the almanac had been his own idea. He actually tried to do the same thing. Old Biff never would really have gotten the idea, had Marty not bought the almanac. There sure was just one person that Marty could blame - himself! He actually allowed greed to get the better of him.

Marty climbed into the back of Biff's truck, as he covered himself with the blanket that was in the back. He lay face down, as he began to cry. He sure wondered if he would ever make it back home, even if he actually had to return to his unsuccessful family.

He thought of the Biffhorrific world, and wondered what his other self's life was really like. He realized how his old life wasn't quite that bad. He simply figured that his other self's life had been dreadful. He realized how much he actually had to be grateful for.

Marty recalled how Old Biff had actually warned his younger self about how, one day, a kid or a "crazy wild-eyed old men who claims to be a scientist" would come asking for the almanac. This reminded Marty of what Biff of the Biffhorrific timeline had told him - and, as a result, Biff had tried to shoot him. Marty remembered how scary that was.

"Marty?" called out a familiar voice. Marty just swallowed, as he simply reached to pick up his walkie-talkie. He hoped that it meant he wouldn't have to stay in the garage for much longer. "Hey, Marty! Are you there? Are you still stuck inside of Biff's garage?"

"Oh, Doc, are you almost here?" Marty asked, as he sobbed into the walkie-talkie. "It really feels hopeless, Doc. I was hoping to retrieve the almanac, as soon as possible. I'm still stuck in this garage. Please tell me that you're just on your way. Oh, please!"

"Oh, Marty, are you crying?" Doc asked, concerned. "Listen, I'm still busy trying to fix the time circuits. It shouldn't take me too much longer. Just try to hang tight. I rather want to get out of here, as well. The thing is, I also have to be very careful to let Old Biff see me. If he finds out that I followed him here, it could create a time paradox."

"How long do you think it will be?" Marty pleaded, with tears rolling down his face. "I'm feeling rather tired, and I need to get some sleep. Oh, Doc, I just wish that I could be back. Jennifer and I were looking so forward to going to the lake. I wish I could be..."

"If all goes well, Marty," replied Doc, "I should be over no later than an hour. Please, Marty, don't worry. Remember what both your father and I have always told you? If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. I will be signing off, for now."

Marty wasn't sure if everything would be fine, though. He put his walkie-talkie away - as he lay back down, threw the blanket over himself, and sobbed. He wished to wake up from this. He wished that this was just a dream. He rather found himself beginning to agree with Doc. It sure seemed like the time machine was an inferno machine.

oooooooooo

As Doc had signed off, he felt very bad for Marty. This was the third time, within the last 24 hours, that he really heard Marty cry. The first time was when Marty thought that Doc was, once again, shot dead by the Libyan terrorists. The second time really took place at Oak Park Cemetery, where Marty actually saw his father's gravestone.

During the whole week that Marty was in 1955, Marty was desperately trying to get his parents to fall in love with each other. That was quite a lot for a 17-year-old boy to have to deal with - even though, granted, his family life sure seemed to improve.

Of course, Doc wasn't a part of Marty's original timeline. He remembered what Marty had explained to him, though - back in 1955. He thought of if Marty would remember the new timeline. He decided that he would have to ask Marty about his memories.

He realized that he shouldn't've dragged Marty and Jennifer to the future with him. He should've simply warned Marty about the drag race with Douglas Needles. It was what led up to Marty's rather unhappy future. After all, the race had resulted in an accident - which would lead to Marty breaking his hand, and having to give up on his music.

Doc thought of his motivations. He really felt that encouraging Marty to stand up to Griff would motivate Marty to re-think his reactions to being called a name. It simply backfired, though. He never expected for things to end up getting out of control.

He suddenly began to realize how careless he had been with time travel, and how he should've just thought things out better. He thought about Marty, who likely was still crying in Biff's garage. He began to realize that the whole thing was simply his fault.

Doc began to feel very hungy. He figured that he would simply stop for a bite to eat, at Lou's Cafe. He realized how much he actually missed the place. He just hoped that his young friend simply wouldn't mind. After all, Marty could maybe take a little nap in the back of Biff's car. It would be a good way for his young friend to get some rest.

Doc sighed to himself, as he turned his attention back to the car. He was also feeling quite thirsty. He remembered how much he enjoyed the shakes at Lou's Cafe. It just felt pretty nice, knowing that he simply had a good excuse for returning to this era.

Of course, he sure felt bad for Marty - and he knew that it was his duty to rescue his friend. Still, he figured that was nothing wrong with doing a little sight-seeing. He felt that he might as well just make the most out of this trip. He certainly missed this era.

Doc had no idea how long Old Biff had stayed in this era. If he still happened to be at his old house, Doc really would have to avoid being seen by him. Doc realized that he would have to avoid letting his younger self or the younger Marty see him, as well. If anything, Doc figured that Marty actually had things rather easy - compared to him.

oooooooooo

Marty lifted up his tear-stained face, as he really heard some footsteps from outside the garage. Had Doc finally come to rescue him? He hated having to stay in the back of Biff's car. While it was quite the most comfortable place in the garage to stay, the stench of the horse manure was still strong. He desperately wished he could leave.

"This crazy old guy comes up to me," Biff was heard saying, "and he really claims that he's my relative. I don't see any resemblance! I think he quite wants something. Why is all this happening to me, Joey? I swear, this has just got to be about the worst..."

Marty sighed to himself, as he felt so disappointed. He wondered if Doc was punishing him, for puchasing the almanac. He wondered how long it could possibly take. It really seemed unfair. After all, Doc was the one speaking loud enough for Old Biff to hear.

Marty sobbed profusely, as he wondered if Doc was even still in this time. He actually wondered if Doc even still liked him. He sure felt worried that Doc blamed him for the almanac incident. Marty had to admit that he was somewhat to blame. Still, it just couldn't be entirely his fault. Surely, Doc wouldn't think to just ditch him. Would he?

As Marty finally stopped crying, he didn't feel much better. He simply felt drained and exhausted. He also felt very thirsty. The only thing that was in the garage was beer. Marty wasn't quite that desperate. He hoped that he could soon actually leave.

Marty simply wiped his face with the back of his hand - as he stepped out of the car, and began to stretch. He wondered just what was taking Doc so long. He glanced at his watch, and he realized that it actually had the wrong time. He felt so hopeless.

As Marty stepped back into the car, he decided that he might as well try to get some sleep. After all, if he fell asleep, the wait wouldn't seem so long. Doc could wake him up, and he'd sure be well-rested enough to grab the almanac. He covered himself up with the blanket. If Biff was to actually walk in, he likely wouldn't really notice Marty.

Marty sighed, as he began to think about Jennifer. He rather hoped that he would still be able go to the lake with her. After all, they had simply planned it for two weeks. As he began to fall asleep, he found himself hoping that Doc would arrive quite shortly.