Chapter One

November 12th, 1955
10:03 PM

We reached 61 miles per hour when I noticed my uncle at the top of the tower. We went faster. Marty wiped his forehead, which was dripping with sweat. Soon we hit 88, and I saw my uncle connecting the last part of the cable together. "Doc." Marty mumbled. As we neared the wire, Marty shut his eyes and looked away. The last thing I saw was a brilliant bright light on the wire, and we were gone.

10:04 PM

We turned a corner and saw the 1955 Uncle Emmett looking very pleased with himself. He walked over to his car and Marty and I ran up to him. "Doc! Doc! Doc! Doc! Doc!"

"What?" Uncle Emmett looked at us and screamed.

"Okay, relax, Doc. It's us. It's us. It's Marty and Lez!"

"No, it can't be. I just sent you back to the future." My uncle said. We were away from the car and near the fire tracks.

"Yeah. No, I know. You did send us back to the future. But we're back. We're back from the future."

My uncle stood up, wide-eyed. "Great Scott." He said, and then fainted.

"Uh oh." Marty and I were on either side of him, trying to get him to come to.


Marty drove the car to my uncle's house, and got out. I helped him get my uncle and we took him inside.

Sunday Morning

I woke up to the sound of my uncle talking.

"I, therefore, assume that Marty, Lezarah, Jason and the time vehicle were transported forward through time to the year 1985. After that..." my uncle gasped and I felt someone softly shaking my shoulder. "After that, I can't recall what happened."

"Hey, Lezzy, wake up." Marty whispered. I slowly opened my eyes, and he gave me a half smile. "Morning."

"Morning, Marty." I got up and we went over to the fireplace where the letter was hanging. It was three pages and we were trying to get it dry.

"In fact, I don't even remember how I got home." My uncle said. "Perhaps the gigawatt discharge coupled with the temporal displacement field generated by the time vehicle caused a disruption of my own brainwaves, resulting in a condition of momentary amnesia. Indeed, I now recall that moments after the time vehicle disappeared into the future," my uncle gasped again. Marty had the letter in his hands and we walked up to my uncle. "I saw a vision of Marty and Lezarah saying that they had come back from the future."

"Hey, Doc." Marty said.

"Uncle Emmett." I said.

"Undoubtly, it was some sort of residual image..." he looked at us and screamed. He backed up and his foot got caught on the Hoverboard and he went back into the organ and the Marty caught the Hoverboard. A few chords on the organ played.

"Doc, calm down, okay. Just calm down. It's me. It's Marty and Lez."

"No, it can't be you! I sent you back to the future!"

"That's right, Doc. That's right. But we came back again. We came back from the future. Don't you remember last night? You fainted, we brought you home."

"This can't be happening! You can't be here! It doesn't make sense for you to be here! I refuse to even believe that you are here!" My uncle slammed the door to his bathroom.

"Doc, we are here, and it does make sense. Look, Lez, Jase, and I came back to 1955 again with you, the you from 1985, 'cause we had to get a book from Biff! So once Lez and I got the book back you, that is the you from 1985, and Jason were in the DeLorean, and it got struck by lightning and you and Jason got sent back 1885!"

"That's the story, Uncle Emmett." I said.

"1885?" the door swung open and my uncle looked at us closely. "It's a very interesting story, future kids, but there's just one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past along with Jason, how could you possibly know about it?"

"You sent us a letter." Marty held the letter up and my uncle looked at it.


Now that he had evidence, my uncle was reading the letter.

""Dear Marty and Lezarah, if my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let us assure you that we are alive and well. Jason and I have been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent Jason and I back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately the car will never fly again." It actually flew?"

Marty took the big mind-reading head thing off. "Yeah, we had a hover conversion done in the early 21st century." He replied.

"It was nerve-racking to me..." I muttered.

"Well, that's because you hate heights." Marty said.

"Incredible!" my uncle was awed that cars would be flying by the 21st century. ""Jason and I set ourselves up as blacksmiths as a front while we attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, the two of us have gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons." 1885! Amazing! I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West!"

"Pretty heavy, huh?" Marty said.

""We have buried the DeLorean in the abandoned Delgado mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it should remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart" that's me "should have no problem repairing it so that you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine." Destroy it?"

"Yeah, well, it's a long story Doc." Marty explained as he threw away the burnt red toy car.

""Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get us. We are perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide-open spaces. And Jason and I both fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of Einstein for me." Einstein?"

"He's your dog, Doc. Einstein is what you call your dog in 1985."

"You mean my dog." I snapped.

"Doc's dog."

"My dog. I picked him out."


"It's true."

My uncle scoffed and continued to read the letter. ""I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are our wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty and Lez, Jason and I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. You've been good, kind, and loyal friends and great family to us, and you made a real difference in my life. We will always treasure our relationship and think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in our hearts. You friends in time "Doc" Emmett L. Brown and Jason Brandon Brown. September 1st, 1885." I never knew I could write anything so touching."

"I know. I know, Doc. It's beautiful." Marty said. I held in my tears.

Copernicus whimpered. My uncle looked at him. "It's alright, Copernicus. Everything's gonna be fine."

"I'm sorry, Doc. It's all my fault you and Jason are stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me."

"He got to me too. The asshole slapped me, remember?" I said.

"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West." Uncle Emmett grabbed the map. "Jason and I could have ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would have burned us at the stake as heretics or something. Let's look at the map. Alright, according to this, the time vehicle is sealed off in a side tunnel. We may have to blast."