Last Chapter... it's over now. People who want to read more about Doc going into the future can read Back To The 21st Century, but it only has one chapter yet and it's going to take a while before I'm thinking of writing another one because the next story to be edited is Future Travellers, I think. Well, anyway. Read and enjoy the story.

11: Chapter 10

October 22, 2030
05:30 PM PST

Doc woke up in a silent room, which surprised him at first. Where was he? Or better, when was he? He recalled that he had travelled forward in time to 2015… and then to 2030. He’d gone and take something called a ‘renovation job’ up there… or had he dreamed that part? He didn’t know. The inventor opened his eyes and looked around. When there was no one coming, he was about to close his eyes again when he heard a beep and the door was opened. The doctor he’d seen that morning for his renovation entered.

“Ah, Mr. Brown” the doctor said. “It’s very good to see you. Now why don’t you just sit down a bit, and relax. Most people have to after they revive from being knocked out with an alpha-rhythm-generator.” He smiled at Doc. “Well, how do you feel, being like thirty years younger now?”

Doc gasped. It was true! He had done a renovation job! Now he realised, he also felt more youthful than he usually did… more than he’d done in the past twenty years. As he looked at a mirror at the opposite of the room, he firstly thought that he was looking at himself in 1955. The resemblance was amazing. “Amazing” he muttered. “Absolutely amazing. So, I’ll live thirty years longer now?”

“Thirty to forty” the doctor nodded. “We did have to replace your spleen and colon, though – but the ones you have now are completely in good shape, even better than the rest of your organs. It will take a few hours, maybe a day, before your body’s adjusted to the changes, but I suppose that that’s worth it.” He smiled again. “Now, Mister, there is someone to see you.” He left the room, to be replaced a few seconds later by Marty McFly.

“Hi Doc” the man said, grinning at the inventor’s appearance. “It’s good to see you. You really look similar to how you did back in ’55… oh yeah, I have to tell you something. This afternoon, I picked up something that you might need for the DeLorean. It’s called a ‘Mr Fusion’ and it’s replaced the plutonium. You have to get rid of that yourself, though – I couldn’t do more in those few hours. But the DeLorean is now ready to go back, Doc.”

“That’s good” Doc said, standing up and following Marty outside. “I really want to see the eighties again, especially after all what I’ve gone through now. I really have had the time of my life, even while I’m out of my lifetime technically,” he chuckled at that, “but I now want to go back, and see a you that I know again… not someone who’s lost the best years of his life mucking around over the followings of a Rolls Royce accident that happened forty-five years ago.”

“Well, unless you prevent it, the Rolls Royce is going to happen the day after you arrive back in ’85” Marty miserably commented. “But then again, you have a time machine… you can live through a year in a day and through a day in a year. Anything is possible with that DeLorean, Doc… so I should think about what you’re going to do carefully before you leave. The time machine is one really valuable thing… use it with care.”

“Thanks, Mr. McFly, for your lesson” Doc grinned as they walked down the stairs of the hospital. “Thank you very much. It’s very nice of you to tell me this.” He stared down the streets to see the DeLorean, now with a different chamber attached to the roof, standing in the middle of the street. A man who looked to be in his forties was standing next to it. “Must be Junior” flashed through Doc’s mind. “Boy, he looks old!” He shook hands with the thirty-two-year-old. “Pleased to meet you again, MJ” he smiled. “You and your Dad did a nice job on the DeLorean.”

“Thanks, Doc” Marty Jr nodded. “I suppose you’re going back to the past now? It’s been nice meeting you, and I’d like to know you some better, but I suppose you should just go back to 1985 now. After all, you have a future to change. I’d like to get the knowledge that I’ll never turn out like what I’m now… someone who screwed up the best years of his life. Grandpa George always got sad when he heard about what I turned out to be. Maybe it was for his best that he died this year.”

“He did?” Doc asked with surprise. Marty nodded. “Yup. Mom’s still alive and healthy, hoping to be ninety-three in early January, but Dad’s dead. He died peacefully on March 15th this year. Funny… it was exactly fifty-seven years after he got that award back in ’73 on that date. Since then, a lot really has changed. I wish that I could go back to the eighties and do everything all over again… at least then, I won’t make the bad choices.” He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’m going now” Doc said. “I’ll drive this thing over to my old garage, and then accelerate to the necessary speed to achieve time travel… that way, I can hide the time machine in my garage immediately after returning back from 1985 and I can think of how I’m going to handle this.” He smiled, shook hands with the two McFly’s, then got into the car and drove off.

“Well, here he goes” Marty Jr said. “Do you think he’ll succeed in getting your younger self to take my place, Dad? He seemed quite sure of himself… but for some reason, I think it’s not going to be as simple as he thinks.”

“Well, Doc always has his ways for things like that” Marty said. “And if it won’t work, he’ll have a time machine to go back in time and prevent it from not working.” He sighed. “I’m sure he’ll succeed. He must succeed.”

oooooooo

Doc sighed as he pulled up to the future version of 1640 Riverside Drive. The garage he’d lived in for over two decades, or maybe more after 1985, was abandoned and didn’t look to be in very good shape. Then he noticed why; next to the building was a huge billboard that said; Here Will Be Goldie Wilson Hover Conversion’s fifty-ninth occasion in the state. Let Everyone come to Goldie Wilson Hover Conversion, the best hover conversion in the world. Your car is fixed up to hover before you know it! Next to it was a poster of Goldie Wilson III, who was now in his early forties. Doc figured that the guy around now should have a boy who was called Goldie Wilson IV… that was if the guy would want to carry on the family tradition, of course.

The inventor backed the DeLorean up at the opposite end of the street, set it to a halt and switched the time circuits on. As Doc looked at it saw he that the ‘Present Time’ showed that it was now October 22nd 2030 at around 6:40 PM. The inventor smiled and tapped in his Destination Time: Saturday October 26th of 1985, at 2:30 AM in the night. He now had to think about his doggie, Einstein, whom he had left in a suspended animation channel back in 2015. He really had to pick the dog up once he’d arrive back in 2015 with Marty – the teen wouldn’t miss him if he used the DeLorean to travel forward to Monday and he’d come back at the same day, just a minute later. After all, it would take time for Marty to tell Griff no.

Doc sighed, as he began to accelerate the DeLorean. The time machine went faster and faster, and Doc held himself closely to the seat. Then it hit 88 and broke the time barrier.

oooooooo

“Home again!” Doc called out when he re-appeared back in 1985, in front of his all-restored garage. He drove the DeLorean then over to Marty’s street, Lyon Estates, two miles down the road. The estate looked deserted, as it was night, but Doc immediately recognised the electric towers next to the McFly’s household and pulled up to the driveway. The inventor got out, tried the gate around the house (which was locked) and then headed over to Marty’s bedroom.

The o-so-familiar teenager was lying on one of the most unusual ways in his bed, head at the opposite site of his bed than his leg. Doc smiled as he saw Marty again. The point was, however, that the teenager was sound asleep… as he should be, actually, since the clock – which told the inventor that it was 2:42 AM – pointed out that Marty had only come back from his adventures to rest at his own house half an hour ago. “And to him, the lightning bolt at the clock tower – and the adventures surrounding it – was barely more than an hour and a quarter ago to present day-Marty. Unbelievable.” He exited the room again through the window which was occasionally used by the teen himself, and got back to the DeLorean.

Once there, Doc realised that the current idea wasn’t helping. A Marty who had spend his day worrying about Doc’s fate, his parents and getting back to the future and who only had slept for half an hour wasn’t exactly the person to take with him to 2015. Marty would fall asleep by the time they reached the Café 80s, and Doc wasn’t prepared to go from night to day, as he hadn’t done on his previous trips – at 6am in 2015 the sun hadn’t risen yet, and he went from day to day from ’15 to ’30, and when he departed the future it was 7, after the sun had gone down. No, this wasn’t really wise.

Still, Doc didn’t want to wait here, so he went back to his lab and cleaned it up, since Marty had obviously blown up the amp on the day before. Mucking about his stupid friend he cleaned up the mess and prepared himself some sort of a meal. When he’d done that, it was 4AM… not time yet to go to Marty. Following, he spent sometime reading the last chapter of Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Miles Under The Sea for the 643rd time, making some theories for how hover-technology would work with help of the DeLorean, and he slept half an hour. When he’d done with all that, it was 6:50 AM, and Doc saw to his pleasure that the sun had risen.

“Finally” he thought, and drove back over to Lyon Estates. It was now day, and Doc switched the time circuits back on. They read:

OCT 26 1985 02:30 AM
Destination Time

OCT 26 1985 07:00 AM
Present Time

OCT 22 2030 07:01 PM
Last Time Departed

Doc tapped in the new destination, the same day at 11AM – he figured that Marty would be awake by then, and not yet gone to the lake with Jennifer – and began to accelerate the time machine to a higher speed. Doc’s adrenaline became higher as he realised that soon, he would be able to get MJ out of jail and Marty out of the fate of spending years feeling sorry for himself. The meter said that they were going seventy…seventy-five…eighty…it accelerated faster and faster. 84…85…86…87… then three sonic booms hit, a flash of light with two streaks of fire followed and Doc was sent forward in time… four hours into the future.

THE END