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This story is basically a continuation of The Trilogy. (emphasis on 'The') It starts a few years after the Browns returned from the past after 'dropping in' on Marty at the railroad track.
Oct 5 1895
Hill Valley California
"We're doin' what?"
This question came from the seven-year-old Verne Brown. He stared at his parents with wide eyes and open mouth.
"We are moving, Verne," his mother Clara answered gently.
"Away from Hill Valley? And from all my friends?"
Doctor Emmett Brown's brown eyes twinkled at his son's question. "We are indeed moving away from Hill Valley, but not away from quite all of your friends. Jules is coming with us, of course."
"Now, now, Verne," his mother chided. "Don't speak like that about Jules. He is your brother, you know. Now say you are sorry."
Verne paused for a moment, as if contemplating his mother's request. Then he finally muttered, "Jules, I'm sorry you're my brother."
Jules, who was standing across the room, opened his mouth to protest. Fortunately, his father got in first. "Verne!" he boomed. "Don't show such disrespect for your brother, and also your mother. I understand that the recent revelation of our impending departure from this town may be disturbing for you, but it is no excuse for this type of behaviour. I suggest you go to your room until you have a better attitude, young man."
Verne looked stricken, then quickly walked out of the living room and to his bedroom.
Emmett sighed. "I was afraid he might act like that. Unfortunately, just because you know something is going to happen, it doesn't mean you can do anything to stop it."
Jules nodded from across the room, understanding his father's last words as a partial reference to time-travel. It was fun being in a family that owned such unconventional devices as time machines, but it could be stressful at times. Like now. He was sure this move had something to do with the fact that his family should not even exist. "Dad, is this move to do with time-travel? Are we going to the future?" he asked with a little excitement.
"In answer to the first question, I say 'partly'," his father answered. "As you are well aware, I do not belong in this time, and thus my children do not either. Anything we do could affect the future of Hill Valley, which is the future home of my past self. Any changes we make could be disastrous to the time-space continuum. In fact..."
"Of course Dad, I know all that already."
"Yes, yes, you do, yes. Now, my parents will be moving into the area in a number of years, and I don't want them to be the least bit affected by our presence here. The consequences could be..."
"Disastrous, yes Dad, I know."
"Also, the longer we stay here, the more people will remember us. Imagine the consequences of people in the future remembering that I lived here? Because I am known by my real name, people could get suspicious when they find two men named Emmett Brown who lived in this town, who are apparently unrelated, yet both are scientists and... imagine if they found old pictures of me and compared them to those of the younger me who is yet to exist? It could cause..."
"I think Jules understands this, Emmett dear," interrupted Clara.
"Yeah, Mom, I do," Jules responded. "Uh, so, are we moving to the future? Where they have flying cars and cool clothes and the Holomax movie theatre and hoverboards and food hydrolators and Real-Virtuality game machines, and, and, video-phones, and, um..."
"I think you mean food hydrators, and Virtual Reality," Emmett corrected his excited son.
Jules shook his head, "Yes to the first correction, no to the second. The one I saw was actually called Real-Virtuality. It was a new model."
Emmett sighed. "I'm sure you did, but I'm afraid that is beside the point. If we were to move to the future, we would be moving to 1985 of Hill Valley, where I belong. However, we are going to continue living in the present time, for the time being."
Clara couldn't help laughing at her husband's unintentional joke. Jules rolled his eyes. Fortunately, neither of his parents noticed this display of disrespect. "So we are just going to another town? Why now?"
Clara chose to answer that question. "Your father and I have wanted to move from Hill Valley for many years, but we could not do that until the new time-machine was finished," she said, referring to the steam locomotive which was stored in a large shed near the railway line. Emmett had managed to acquire the engine, which had put out of service. He had restored and altered it in a shed near the line, which he had conveniently bought for black-smithing purposes.
"But what's the point in having a time-machine if we don't use it?" Jules wondered. "We could stay in Hill Valley then."
His father had a ready answer to that question. "Moving through time is much more difficult than moving through space for all involved. Your mother and I would like to try to live in this time period for as much, er... time, as possible. I always wanted to live in the Old West, as we call it in my time, and your mother grew up in this time. As much as we do not belong here for many reasons, we do belong here for others, so we would like to stay here for as long as we can. You need to content with what you have: both the past and the future have their good and bad sides."
Jules nodded slowly, taking in his father's words. "I guess it would be better to move than to stay here. We can make more friends without disturbing the timeline and all of the dangerous things in that category, correct?"
Emmett nodded, pleased at his son's show of insight. "Do you think you could attempt to convey that sentiment to your brother? You appear to be rather successful in explaining these sorts of things to him. He always gets confused when I talk to him about fourth-dimensional things."
"That's because he's young, Emmett dear," Clara defended. "He just needs it to be put on his level."
"Just have a go at it son. I would appreciate that immensely. But first, could you tell me why he was speaking so unfavourably about you a minute ago?"
Jules looked a little uncomfortable. "He's, uh, he's been acting like that ever since he dropped his Game-Boy down the well. He continually wants to use mine, but I won't let him because he lacks responsibility. Additionally, my Game-Boy is better than his," he explained, referring to the new model his parents had given him for his ninth birthday only three-and-a-half weeks before. "I do not want him to destroy it too."
"That is understandable," his mother answered, "but there is no reason why you cannot let him use it while you are watching him. That would be a brotherly thing to do. Imagine how he must feel after losing his toy."
"I guess that might be a good idea. I'll go and talk to him in a minute. So where are we moving to?"
"Another small town a couple of day's journey from here," his mother answered.
"Precisely. It is named Rocky Flat," Emmett answered.
"Rocky Flat. I could get used to that. And you say it is like Hill Valley?"
"More or less. I am aware that the railway does not pass through the town. Another difference is that no Tannens live there."
"Cool. So when are we going?"
"The expected date of departure is three weeks hence. In that space of time, certain procedures must be put into effect. Initially, we must catalog the items which must be transported from our current abode to..."
"Really Emmett," Clara interrupted, "now is not the best the best time to give lectures on that topic. That can come later."
"Yes, yes of course. Any more questions Jules?"
"Nah, we can talk about it later. I'm gonna see if I can cheer up Verne."
"Good luck then," Emmett answered as Jules left the room.
After he had gone, Clara smiled at her wonderful husband. "I am glad to see that Jules has found something positive about moving. He's a good child, Emmett. So is Verne, but neither is perfect."
Emmett's eyes twinkled again. "I'm glad they're not perfect. What would be the fun of that?"
Clara laughed. Life was good.