June 20, 1886
12:30 PM PST

Emmett Lloyd Brown sighed - while he and his wife, Clara, were taking a walk through what would become Hill Valley Park. He was quite happy to not only be a married man - but to also, within just a few months, become an actual father. In fact, it really was the one thing that he never quite expected to happen to him - even just a year ago.

However, there was one thing that prevented him from being truly happy. It was the fact that he was really missing his young friend, Martin Seamus McFly. Sometimes, he felt a little uncertain of Marty had survived his trip to 1985. He really missed Marty.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" Clara asked, softly. "It's rather nice out here, isn't it? I quite hope to find some Lepidoptera martha butterflies. So, you're really not certain if the species will survive until... 1985? I'd rather hate to think that they'd..."

"Well, I never heard of the species," explained Emmett, "until I met you. Of course, I never really paid attention to all the butterflies species. So, as such, I can't tell you if they're still around in 1985. I sure would hope that they'd be, and I quite understand how they mean a lot to you. Your parents are rather open-minded people, indeed."

"So, let me get this straight," Clara commented, nervously. "In the future, women are actually able to vote." Emmett nodded, smiling. "Also, if I simply understand correctly, women get to have more job options? To me, that sounds like heaven. I mean, I..."

"That is very true," Emmett replied, softly. "However, there really is one drawback. If you really wish to be a teacher in the 20th Century... Well, you would have to attend college - for four years. It is true, though - that women will have more freedoms."

"I guess I wouldn't mind it," Clara replied, nodding. "So, anyway, you must be thinking about Marty. I'm very sorry about the day that I... that I was real unreasonably irked with him. I realize now that he sure never... had any malicious thoughts about me. He simply wanted to go back to his time, and he was quite concerned about... Jennifer."

"Well, you were just having a bad day," Emmett pointed out, gently. "We do all have those, and... Perhaps, he should've been more accepting of you - but, of course, he was concerned about how our... relationship... would affect our initial plans to..."

"Right, he harboured no grudge or animosity against me," replied Clara, "and I guess I was simply making it out as if he did. It was, of course, petty of me to do so. Anyway, as soon as you have the time machine finished, we could just pay your friend a visit."

"Of course," agreed Emmett, as a smile spread across his face. "He won't have to wait real long, at all. That's certainly one of the great advantages of time travel. Moving to the future, on the other hand... Well, with a wife and children, it sure would be rather suspicious for me to... Then again, I'd hate to keep him waiting. He really did go..."

"The terrorists, right?" Clara asked, in a near whisper. "I can imagine that it really was hard for him. Well, the baby just came by surprise. Now that I am having it, though... We might as well make the best of it. We will have to try not to have more, though."

"With a child on a way," Emmett pointed out, sighing, "it'll probably just take me a little longer than five years. It is a good idea to move back into the future, though - before our child gets too old. In general, children do have an easier time adapting to new..."

"I think you're right, Emmett," Clara replied, as she plucked a flower from the ground. "This is very pretty. It's a checker bloom. This place is so nice. It's really a great place to get in touch with nature." Emmett nodded, as he thought of how Marty was rather fond of Hill Valley Park. "How do you suppose Marty might react, if he found out..."

"To be honest," Emmett replied, nervously, "he probably would feel rather uneasy. He isn't quite used to the idea of me having a family, after all. Anyway, today happens to be his birthday. He would be turning eighteen years old, if I ended up going back..."

"I wonder what he'd be doing for his birthday," pondered Clara. "Of course, after you finish your time machine... Well, we would be there to celebrate his birthday. It's sure one of the wonders of time travel. In the way, he might be lucky - just considering..."

"Narnia!" gasped Emmett, as he remembered something. "Hey, remember the time we wound up in Narnia. I simply remember how Marty and Jennifer were there, as well as two alternate versions of Marty. Of course, I don't really remember the specifics - but it was a... If I can recall correctly, he came from Christmas Eve of 1985 - while we..."

"... were from Christmas Eve of 1885," finished Clara. "Marty had Jennifer had those two young boys with them. I can't seem to remember who they were, but I sure... It was such fun. So, you said that Clive Staples Lewis will write about... that world?"

"That's correct," replied Emmett. "Well, it certainly helped ease my mind - and I do feel happy, just knowing that Marty did make it back safely. After all, I would quite hate to think that I might've..." His eyes grew wide, as he spotted something. "Clara, look!"

"Yes! The butterflies!" exclaimed Clara, as the couple made their way over to a bush. "Why don't we stay here for awhile? Perhaps, later on, we could simply try to catch a few. We quite have to make sure they have plenty of grass to eat. Say, what if they did go extinct by 1985? Do you think it'd still be possible to... bring some to 1985?"

Emmett pursed his lips, as he mused over Clara's question. He didn't see much harm in it, come to think of it. After all, it just didn't quite as drastic as bringing a dinosaur egg from the distant past to the future. On the other hand, though - he felt uncertain.

"I'm not going to rule out the possibility," Emmett finally replied. "I know they're a rare species even in this era, and it's... Well, I'm going to hold out hope that they didn't go extinct - but, on the other hand, would re-populating the species really be a good..."

"I would rather hate for the species to die out," Clara replied, as tears filled her eyes. "If you've never heard of the species, before... We should start a butterfly farm. We could keep them in our shed, and make sure they quite get plenty of food. I just think they are so pretty to look at. I'll always think of my father, and... How's that sound?"

"We could do that," Emmett replied, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I just realized, though... If the butterfly species really did go extinct, I am certain we would have heard about it. It's big news, whenever a species is discovered to have gone..."

"I would like to believe you, Emmett," Clara replied, softly. "Well, I suppose it's best to think positively. Well, at any rate, I rather do wonder how our child will take to moving to another time period. I would really hate to make things tough on our him, after all."

"I think children generally have an easier time adapting," suggested Emmett. "Besides, I can see our son... or daughter... being rather enthralled by the future technology. I rather do understand your concern, though - and I really do recall talking with Seamus about this. I suppose dragging children to another time period could be real stressful."

"Of course, I've never seen the future," Clara pointed out, softly. "I simply know from what you've told me. For instance, you've told me about Marty really loves to listen to and play loud music. Golly, do you think our child would also come to like loud music?"

Emmett just pursed his lips together, as he mulled over his wife's question. Unlike most people his age, he really grew to love hard rock - even if he did draw the line at heavy metal. In fact, there was a part of him that did miss listening to that genre of music.

"There is a good possibility that he... or she... might," Emmett finally replied. "If I can finish the steam train time machine in five years, our child will still be young enough to be... Especially if our child gets enough exposure to that, it would probably just come to grow on him... or her. I don't want to just forbid our child to listen to it, since it..."

"I can understand that, Emmett," Clara replied, softly. "My parents sure didn't believe in placing unnecessary restrictions on us - so, as such, I feel just the same way. I just don't think that... If the music is as loud as you say it is, then I probably wouldn't..."

"Some music is louder than others," explained Emmett. "On a different note, I do hope that our child would get along with Marty - and vice versa. After all, I can imagine that Marty would have some difficulty with accepting. After all, he's quite used to being..."

"Well, you said that Marty does like children," pointed out Clara, "so I think he would be... Granted, I didn't have a real great impression of him - but that's just because I was taking his reluctant acceptance of me a little too personally. I sure do hope that he would come to accept... He would still be at home, you would be around, and..."

"Oh, I quite think he would come to adjust," Emmett assured his wife. "I have to think of when the best time to return would be, though. On one hand, I sure don't wish for Marty to wait long. I think we would be able to work something out, whatever it..."

"Don't stress yourself out, Emmett," Clara suggested, softly. "You did mention that it would probably take five years to complete. That would quite give you plenty of time to... I understand that you miss Marty - but, with a time machine, it would be a..."

Emmett smiled, as he realized that his wife was correct. From Marty's perspective, the teenager would not have to wait as long. He quite knew that, one way or another, he would be able to reunite with his young friend. In the meantime, he did simply manage to gain a wife - and there was a child on the way. Indeed, Emmett was a lucky man.