"I'm sorry Dr Brown, this will take a few days to fix," Biff Tannen told Doc. The Brown family car wasn't working properly and Doc had called Biff out to fix it.

"Damn," muttered Doc. "What's wrong with it exactly?"

"There's a problem with..." Biff began but stopped as he noticed some kids by his truck. "Hey, buttheads! Get away from that!" he yelled at them, before turning back to Doc and telling him much more politely, "I'll have it back here by Wednesday."

As Biff towed the car away, Doc sighed. He and his family had only been in the 20th Century a couple of weeks and already there were problems. Oh well. At least his family had settled in well.

Jules and Verne had gone to school to find they already had lots of friends. Of course, this was due to the memory eraser Doc had used on Hill Valley to explain the sudden appearance of a wife and two sons. The kids now thought Jules and Verne had always been in their class. Out of everyone in Hill Valley, only Marty and Jennifer knew any different.

Oh well. Tomorrow was the 30th anniversary of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm. There was to be a celebration in Courthouse Square hosted by Mayor Wilson, and Doc and Marty both intended to be there. As the only 2 witnesses (or 3, if you counted both Martys who were there on that night), they thought it very appropriate. Also, this Friday was Doc and Clara's wedding anniversary. It would be their 100th anniversary technically, as they married on November 15th 1885, but it was also their 10th, as they had skipped over the years 1895-1984.

Doc looked at the clock. It was almost time to pick up the boys from school. He had to do it today as the school bus drivers were on strike, and Clara had to stay late to mark some homeworks. Doc smiled as he thought about his wife. She had learnt about the 20th century very quickly. Doc had used the train to bring back history books to 1895 before they had left, and Clara had read about the 20th century from those.

But what to do about the boys? The family car was being repaired, he couldn't ask Marty or Jennifer because they themselves were still in school, and the family didn't have anyone else they could ask. Doc thought about it.

He would have to use the new DeLorean.

A day after Doc and his family had moved to 1985, Doc had disappeared again. He'd gone to 2015 again - but January, not October. Here, he worked on his new time machine!

Doc had gone to the future to build it because it would be quicker. The 2015 version of Marty helped, as did Marty's son, Marty Junior. Between the 3 of them they had built the new time machine successfully.

Now the DeLorean was in 1985 again, where it lay in Doc's lab. The lab had a door to allow the car to get out. Doc didn't really want to take it out in daylight, but he had no choice.

Doc drove the car towards the school. Naturally he received a few stares, but he told anyone who asked it was just an experiment. Since he was "Crazy Old Doc Brown", they fell for it. Jules and Verne got inside and Doc drove them home.

They had been back about 20 minutes when Verne entered Doc's lab and said, "Dad, I've left my textbook in school!"

"Oh, Verne! When is this work due in?"

"Tomorrow," his son replied.

"And when was it set?" the knowing Doc asked.

"Last Friday," Verne answered meekly.

Asking Jules to feed Einstein, Doc and Verne got into the DeLorean and drove back to the school.

"Right, go in, quickly and get your book," Doc told Verne. As Verne ran in, Doc recognised Biff's son Tom walking towards him. High School must be over for the day now. Tom was harmless enough though. He was nothing like his dad. Doc looked the other way. He heard a scream.

"Help, help!" a woman shouted. "My purse!"

Doc saw a man running off with the woman's purse. Before he knew it he was running off after the man.

"Hey you, give that back!" he yelled. Even though he was 75 (the people of Hill Valley of course thought he was still only 65) he had the body of a 50 year old due to the rejuvenation he'd had in the future. Doc gave chase and managed to tackle the man.

Meanwhile Tom Tannen continued walking down the road when he had the misfortune to meet Doug Needles and his gang.

"Hey Tannen," Needles smirked. "How's your sister?" Tiffany Tannen was dating Needles' older brother Jez.

"Oh, she's fine," Tom said as he walked past. As he did this though, he tripped and grabbed Needles' shirt to support himself. Unfortunately Tom ripped Needles' shirt.

Needles was of course furious.

"I don't care if your sister is dating my brother, you're going to pay for that!"

"Oh, I don't have any money right now," began Tom, but Needles' gang grabbed him by his arms and legs.

"Where shall we put him?" one gang member asked.

"Um, how about in there?" Needles suggested, pointing to a DeLorean parked on the street. The gang thought it was a great idea. They recognised the car as Dr Brown's - who else would put all that crazy stuff on it? - and as they didn't like him either, it was perfect!

Needles opened the bonnet as his gang threw Tom inside.

"Hey!" Tom yelled. "Get off!" No-one heard him though as Needles closed the door. It clicked as it locked itself. Tom banged on the door.

"Let me out of here!" he yelled. But by now a police car had arrived to deal with the mugger, so nobody heard him.

"Thank you!" the woman said as Doc returned her purse to her. Verne by now had come out of the school with his book and gone to see what had happened.

"My pleasure," Doc told her.

"That's my dad!" said Verne proudly.

"Thank you Dr Brown, we'll take it from here," the policeman said. Doc and Verne went back to the car. Getting inside, they drove home.

It was a shame they didn't hear the by now frightened Tom Tannen's yelling for help, as Verne had decided to put the radio on.

Back at the Brown household, Verne got on with his homework as Marty and Jennifer arrived. They were going to go back in time to buy an anniversary present for Doc and Clara, to 1895 just after the Browns had left that year.

"Hi Doc," Marty said cheerfully as he walked in. "Is the car ready to go?"

"Yep," said Doc. "Everything's working. I tested it and everything. Now remember, arrive back here 5 minutes after you leave. That way it'll be like you never left 1985. Be careful, don't interact with anyone..."

"Don't worry Doc, we'll be careful," laughed Marty. He'd heard this speech before. "I learnt my lesson in 1955."

"But what about 2015 and 1885, hmm?" asked Doc with a grin on his face. "You learnt your lesson in those years as well, didn't you?" Marty realised what Doc meant and turned slightly red.

A few minutes later the time travellers were dressed in 1895 clothing and had some 1895 money as well. They got into the DeLorean, only to find the radio still on.

"Verne must have left it on," muttered Doc. He reached to turn it off but Marty stopped him.

"No, don't Doc, I like this song."

"All right, see you in 5 minutes." Doc stepped back as the DeLorean started heading for 88mph. In the car, Marty heard a beep coming from the time circuits. The date said December 9th 1895, but the 89 in 1895 kept flickering.

"That's odd," said Marty as the car reached 80mph. Just before the car hit 88mph, the 89 turned to a 92.

"This doesn't look like 1895 Marty," said Jennifer. She looked at the Present Time panel.

"December 9th 1925?" she exclaimed. Marty looked at the time panel.

"I was sure I put in 1895," he muttered. "I think it changed. Maybe Doc hasn't sorted out all the bugs yet." Marty turned the radio off.

"Let's go to 1895, I'll double-check the date and make sure we go there," he told Jennifer. Marty was just punching in the 89 in 1895 when they both heard a tapping from the bonnet. There was also a sound that sounded muffled.

"What was that?" Jennifer asked.

"I don't know," whispered Marty. He didn't know why he was whispering, he just was. The two got out of the car slowly and went towards the bonnet. Marty opened the door quickly.

"Who's ther-Tom?"

Tom Tannen looked up sheepishly. "Marty."

As Tom told the story of how he ended up in the bonnet, Marty wondered how they were going to explain the time machine to him - or indeed what had happened to Doc. Doc wouldn't like this!

"...and so the radio meant you couldn't hear me, and I was really beginning to panic in there!"

Was the memory eraser or the sleep inducing alpha rhythm generator in the car? Marty did a quick search, to find neither were. Damn.

"All right, listen Tom, I don't know how to explain this to you, but...you were in a time machine."

"What?"

"A time machine. That's why Jen and I are dressed as we are. We were heading for 1895."

Tom looked at them. "Has Needles set you up?"

"No, he hasn't."

"Yeah right. Very funny joke Marty. Very funny. Now let's go home." Tom sat in the passenger seat of the car and noticed the time circuits for the first time.

The Last Time Departed read 11-11-1985-15-24 (the new DeLorean had numbers for the months not words, and the times were now in the 24 hour clock.)

The Destination Time read 09-12-1925-15-00.

The Present Time read 09-12-1925-15-03.

"1925? 1925? Wow! This is so cool!" He got out of the car and looked around. "I've always wanted to see the past. 1925! 60 years ago!" Tom ran a little bit further.

"Tom, come back!" called Marty. "We have to get you home!"

"Can't we just have one look around?" asked Tom.

"None of us are exactly dressed for the period," Marty told him. Marty and Jennifer were of course in 1895 clothes and Tom was in his 1985 attire. "Sorry Tom."

"Shame," said Tom. "Seeing the past would have been good. Imagine the look on Dad's face when I tell him..."

"No!" said Marty, remembering Biff's 'adventures' with the time machines before. "No-one must know. The only people who do are Jen, me and the Browns - and now you. It's very important Tom, you must keep this a secret."

Tom understood. "OK, a secret."

"Good, let's get you home." He got into the car and typed in 1985 as the destination time. Tom and Jennifer got in and Marty started the engine. The DeLorean started moving - and then stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Jennifer.

"I don't know," said Marty. The three got out and checked the car. Jennifer found the problem.

"A flat tyre," she called to the guys. They came over and had a look. She turned to Tom.

"Your dad can fix flat tyres. Can you?"

"Of course, he's told me how to do it enough times. But we need some tools and stuff."

"Maybe not," said Marty, "let's try the hover conversion." Marty pressed the necessary buttons, but the hover-conversion wouldn't work. Marty tried again, but something was jammed and it wouldn't work.

"We'll have to go into town," Marty told the others, "to see if we can find a tyre repair kit. Somebody will have to stay here and guard the car though." To decide, the three did rock paper scissors, and Jennifer was the lucky/unlucky volunteer, depending on how you looked at it.

Marty removed his 1895 jacket and told Tom to put it on, to cover his 1985 clothing. Luckily the jacket could pass for 1920's clothes as well. The two then set off into town.

"Good luck," called Jennifer.

Even though he had seen it in various forms before, Marty was still amazed at seeing the 1925 Courthouse Square. It looked similar to the 1955 Square in a way. All the buildings were now completed, not under construction as they had been in 1885, and the Courthouse was also finished. Marty saw the clock change from 3.16 to 3.17.

Some of the 1955 shops were there already. Ruth's Frock Shop and the Essex Theater were there, as was the bank, although it was not yet the Bank of America. Marty and Tom looked around. The grassy square was there that would still be there in 1955, and on the future site of Lou's Cafe and the Cafe 80's was Puccini's Diner.

"This is amazing!" As he had never travelled through time before, Tom was even more amazed than Marty was. As they walked through the square, Tom was so amazed looking at the buildings that he did not notice various people staring at him.

"Ah, here we go," said Marty. On the future site of the Western Auto Store in 1955 was a hardware store. The time travellers went inside and found some equipment which they could use to repair the tyres. Marty took out the money Doc had given him and joined the queue. In front of him was a man who looked very familiar.

"Tannen's been around again," the man said. "He knows the rules, the possession of alcohol is forbidden!"

Of course, Marty thought. It was the Prohibition era! He listened in again.

"It's up to me to catch Tannen," the man said to the store owner. "My men are taking bribes from him and everything."

"I hope you catch him Officer Strickland," the store owner said as Strickland walked out. Marty froze. Strickland? This must be Strickland's - Mr Strickland from 1985 - father, the son of Marshall Strickland from 1885. Just as well he didn't see Marty or Tom.

Marty quickly paid for the tools and he and Tom set off back to the DeLorean. Marty saw a newspaper on the ground and picked it up. It was the Hill Valley Telegraph for that day.

"Buck 'Babyface' Tannen is on the run again according to reports. Tannen, 20, is wanted for the selling of alcohol to various speakeasies in Hill County. He was last spotted heading west towards San Francisco."

Next to the article was a picture of Babyface Tannen. Tom saw the article as well.

"That looks like me. It's my grandfather," he explained to Marty. "Grandpa Buck looks a lot like me, he looked younger than he was, hence the name 'Babyface'. What's the date today?"

"December 9th 1925."

"I think he's supposed to go to jail this evening. From what Dad told me, he came into town today and went into the speakeasy over there" - Puccini's Diner - "to give them some illegal alcohol he'd obtained. There he was caught by the cops. They were there watching and he didn't see them. He was fined $125 and sentenced to 5 months. Because he'd bribed most of the cops he got off lightly. Lots of people did for that type of thing in the Twenties. The police would turn a blind eye. I never got to meet my grandpa though. He ended up in jail again when Dad was 18, and he died a year later."

"This is heavy," said Marty. "We'd better get you out of here before someone spots us." They carried on walking when Tom stopped to tie up his shoelace. Marty didn't notice until-

"Freeze!" Marty turned around. It was Officer Strickland with his men. And he was pointing a gun at Tom.

"At last Tannen, I'm going to have you right where I want you. In jail!"

Jennifer wondered what was taking Marty and Tom. Surely they would have found a shop by now? And if they hadn't, they would on their way back by now?

Jennifer heard a car heading towards her. Not wanting to risk the DeLorean being seen, she quickly pushed it behind a bush and covered it. A police car drove past. Jennifer wondered where it was going as she waited for Marty to return.

"I'm not who you think you are!" Tom told Strickland, but Strickland didn't believe him. Tom was handcuffed and ready to be led away. Marty watched, horrified. He'd figured out that Strickland had mistaken Tom for his grandfather to be, Buck Tannen. He didn't dare go any further in case he was arrested too, but then thought he'd better. Marty got out the notepad he'd written directions on to get the present in 1895. He quickly wrote something on another sheet and then walked up innocently to Tom and the police.

"What's up?" he asked, winking at Tom to tell him to keep quiet.

"We just caught this dangerous man," Strickland snarled at him. "Tannen here is wanted for the illegal possession and distribution of alcohol."

"Get out of town, he's only about 17," said Marty.

"He's actually 20," said Strickland, "his youthful looks don't fool me though. Come on Tannen, you're coming with me!" Marty had just enough time to slip the note, unseen by Strickland, into Tom's pocket.

Marty followed them to the police station so that he knew where it was, and then ran back to the DeLorean. He arrived out of breath.

"Marty, what's wrong?" asked Jennifer. "Did you get the tools? Where's Tom?"

"In jail," said Marty and he filled her in on what had happened. Jennifer was shocked.

"We have to get him out of there!" she said.

"But how?" asked Marty.

"Hey look, there's people around!" Marty and Jennifer turned. Tom was walking towards them with a group of 3 men behind him. The heads of the people were visible above the thick bushes.

"Problem solved," said Marty. "He must have broken away from Strickland." He called out to Tom and the 3 men. "Hey, over here!"

Tom walked over to Marty and Jennifer. Now they could see his whole body. Tom wasn't dressed in 1985 clothes and an 1895 jacket any more. Now he was wearing proper 1920's clothes. And a gun. Straightaway Marty realised who this was. It wasn't Tom. It was Buck 'Babyface' Tannen!

Buck pulled out a gun and pointed it at the 2 teenagers. His three gang members, Marty noticed, were holding crates. He wondered what was inside them.

"Hold it right there! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Hoping that Buck hadn't seen the time machine, Marty said, "Are you Buck 'Babyface' Tannen?"

Marty hadn't learnt his lesson in 1885 with Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen, because Buck's face turned red. "Babyface. I hate that name. Nobody calls me Babyface!" He got out his gun and aimed it at Marty's chest. Marty knew what would happen next. He pushed Jennifer out of the way as Buck fired his gun. The bullet missed. Marty stood up again.

"Hold your fire! We need your help!"

"Who's asking?"

"Uh, Al... Paccino?" The name of the actor was the first name that popped into Marty's head. "And this is my girlfriend..."

"Claudia Wells," finished Jennifer. She had been told she looked like the actress of the same name, so she thought it appropriate to use it here. Buck seemed to accept the names. Marty continued.

"A friend of ours - Tom - is in jail. They think he's you. We need your help to get him out."

Buck laughed. "If they think they've got me, they won't come a looking for me. Why should I help you?"

Marty couldn't think of a reason but Jennifer could. "If the people in the speakeasies think you're in jail, when you try to sell them drink, they'll think you're an impostor."

Buck didn't think so. "Naw, they'll know it's me. You can't miss someone as handsome as me. Now go on, get! Before my friend here" - he referred to his gun - "has to make you."

Marty and Jennifer reluctantly left, but not before they made sure Buck and his cronies were not able to see the DeLorean. They didn't. They turned away heading into town, in the opposite way Marty and Jennifer were going, and took the crates with them. The two turned around and followed Buck into Hill Valley.

In the police station, Tom was in a cell. He had protested that he was innocent, but Strickland had told him to shut up, so he had. Tom went through his pockets and found the note Marty had written to him.

Tom,

Marty

"Come on Marty," he muttered to himself. Tom looked out the cell windows and saw himself drive past. Then another car drove past. Tom liked the cars of 1925. His dad had once had to repair one for a car show - wait a minute! He'd seen himself drive past? Tom realised that the real Buck Tannen had driven past.

"Buck!" he called, almost saying "Gramps!" until he remembered his grandfather wouldn't know who he was. As Buck didn't turn around, and as the guard in the cells yelled at Tom to "shut his hole", Tom fell silent.

Buck had stolen a car when he'd entered the town and had put the crates in the back. He and his gang members had then gotten into the car and driven off. Marty and Jennifer had tried to keep up with him, but Buck was driving much too fast and they couldn't catch up.

"Where do you think they're going?" Jennifer asked Marty.

"No idea, probably off to do some dastardly deeds," replied Marty. "I wonder what exactly?"

"Maybe he's off to see Bugsy Malone at Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speak Easy," chuckled Jennifer, singing the line from the song. This made Marty remember a conversation he and Tom had had.

"He came into town today and went into the speakeasy over there to give them some illegal alcohol he'd obtained. There he was caught by the cops. They were there watching and he didn't see them."

"Of course!" Marty told her. "They're going to Puccini's Diner, the speakeasy! Tom told me that Buck was supposed to go there today! He goes in, Strickland is there watching, Buck gives the owner alcohol and the cops arrest him."

"But the cops think they've got him, don't they?"

"Yeah. He'll probably get away with it now," said Marty, smiling a bit. Then he realised something. "Oh no! This could change history! If Buck is supposed to go to jail, and doesn't because the cops aren't there to catch him, then history has changed! Doc is always warning me about this! We could get in serious trouble, Jen."

"What should we do?"

"I have an idea," said Marty. "We go to the diner. I distract Tannen and keep him in there, whilst you go to the cops and bring them to us."

"Right," said Jennifer. Marty gave her directions to the police station and then ran to Puccini's Diner.

The diner was full of men, smoking and drinking as Buck Tannen arrived. The owner, Puccini, came to greet him.

"It's about time, Tannen, we've been expecting you."

"I was delayed. Where's my money anyways?"

"Right here. Now hush, the cops might be here."

"Naw, I heard they're all at the station, the buttheads think they've got me in there. And besides, if they are, just give 'em money to make 'em shut up."

"With what? I'm giving most of my money to you!"

"Surely I'm worth it?" Buck asked as his gang started opening the crates, which were of course filled with alcohol.

"You do charge a bit much Tannen," Puccini responded. The two went into an argument as Marty entered the diner. The cigarette smoke got to him and he coughed loudly. Marty hated smoking. He'd tried it once. When he was 15, Needles had dared him to smoke and had used the "chicken" line to get Marty to do it. Marty had taken one puff and had fallen down coughing. Needles and his friends had of course found this very funny. Marty had hated the taste and smell and had vowed never to do it again. Mind you, it was only luck that his parents hadn't found out. Now, any cigarette smoke bought back memories of that day and Marty coughed again. He couldn't help it.

His coughing bought him to Puccini's attention.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Bu-" Marty coughed again before he could say Buck's name.

"Aww, you're coughing. Here, have a drink," Puccini said as he poured Marty some beer.

Jennifer arrived at the police station and went inside to the front desk.

"Excuse me, I would like to report a crime. Buck Tannen is delivering illegal beer to Puccini's Diner," she told the policeman.

"So? What's wrong with that? I go there myself," the officer said quietly. He didn't want Strickland to know this. "Tannen's given me a lot of money to leave him be, and it means I can buy his beer. The law is stupid about that anyway."

Jennifer remembered her history lessons with Ms Allbright. The police in the 1920's were often subject to bribes by the alcohol dealers. Indeed, Prohibition was abolished in 1932 because it was feared by many that all it had done was turn the police and many other citizens into lawbreakers. She would have to try another tactic.

"He's in there with a gun, threatening to kill my husband," Jennifer said.

"Yeah right," said the officer. "He's in there with Officer Strickland being questioned."

"But I just saw him at the diner," Jennifer protested. "My poor husband..." She broke off. The officer was very confused.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded her head. The officer guessed Tannen was up to something. How else could he be in 2 places at once? Unless...

The officer peaked into the room where Strickland was questioning Tom.

"Uh, sir, we have a woman here who claims that Buck Tannen is threatening to kill someone."

"That's impossible, he's right here!" Strickland answered.

"No I'm not," said Tom. Strickland scowled.

"We'd better investigate. Bring Tannen with us, we can keep an eye on him."

They set off for the diner.

Marty looked at the beer. He didn't really want to drink it. It was illegal. Buck Tannen had by now come out of the storeroom.

"Hey, what's Paccino doing?" Buck asked. Puccini didn't know who Paccino was, so Buck pointed at Marty.

"He's just looking at it," Puccini said.

Buck walked over to Marty. "What's the matter Paccino? You don't like the beer?"

"Uh, not really," Marty told him.

"Gee, that's too bad. 'Cause I spent ages obtaining this stuff, and my customers are unhappy." The whole diner was looking at Marty at this point. "And when my customers are unhappy, it makes me unhappy."

"Gee, I'm sorry, I'll just leave," said Marty.

Buck pulled him back down. "Drink Paccino, drink."

"Uh, no thanks."

"What's the matter Paccino? You chicken?" Thankfully this no longer had any effect on Marty. He turned to Buck and said, "No, but I'm not stupid either. It's illeg..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Did you call me stupid?"

"Uh..."

"You did. You called me stupid. And I don't like being called stupid. It makes me angry. And you don't want to be around me when I'm angry."

Sensing what was coming up next - after all, Marty had had similar experiences with Biff, Griff and Buford - Marty decided now would be a very good time to leave. Buck had other ideas.

"When I'm angry, I tend to hurt people!" Buck raised his fist to hit Marty. Marty just hoped he was as gullible as his relatives.

"Hey, what's that?"

It worked. Buck turned around and Marty ran out of the diner. Buck turned and saw Marty running. He whistled for his gang to follow him as he barged out the doors.

Marty saw some kids walking past. Normally he could have gone over and "borrowed" a skateboard/hoverboard. But they had nothing, they were walking, so Marty ran past them towards the Courthouse. Buck and his gang followed Marty as he jumped over the hedges and up the Courthouse steps. As Buck tried to grab him, Marty jumped down 4 steps at once and ran back in the direction of the Essex. Buck's gang were still following. Marty knew how to lose them. He ran into the Essex, and slammed the door on the gang, knocking them out. Buck himself was heading towards Marty with a baseball bat.

"All right, butthead! Come here like a man!" Buck yelled. Marty was trapped in the Essex. Behind him, the staff looked on in horror, but none of them came to Marty's aide. Marty looked at the diner. Suddenly he heard people shouting and whistles blowing. Looking closer, Marty recognised Jennifer and Tom. Strickland was there with his men, running towards Buck and Marty. Buck had been caught with the bat and about to hit Marty. There was no way he could get out of this!

A crowd had developed around the Essex. Marty looked around. There were a few faces he recognised. Was that a young Red Thomas in the crowd? And that woman looked a bit familiar too. Strickland ignored the crowd as he turned to Buck.

"Buck Tannen, you're under arrest for (a) illegal alcohol possession and (b) trying to beat up Mr Paccino here." Buck was handcuffed. "You could get 3 years for this."

"3 years!" Tom whispered to Marty. "He's supposed to meet Grandma next year, he can't be in jail!"

Marty realised that this could mean Biff would never be born, which would mean no Tom, which would cause a paradox. He turned to Strickland. "Mr Strickland, I think 5 months will be plenty. He doesn't need any more sentencing." Strickland laughed. "5 months? More like 5 years! Come on Tannen." As Buck was led away, an officer took the handcuffs off Tom. "Sorry about that, Mr Tannen. You're free to go."

"Thank you," said Tom. As Buck was led past, Tom slipped the officer $20. "See that he only gets 5 months."

"Will do," whispered the officer as they left. The crowd left as well. A woman and her 5 year old son walked past.

"Mother, what was that man going to do?" the kid asked.

"He was going to hurt that other man," his mother said. "Anyway, come on Emmett. It's time for you to go to bed."

Marty chuckled. That was Doc and his mother walking past! When the time travellers were alone, Marty said, "We'd better fix that tyre and get out of here."

Mayor Wilson stood by the clocktower. "In exactly 4 minutes, it will be 30 years since our clock stopped. Despite rumours last month, I am not intending to replace it. May this clock live on forever, at 10.04pm!"

The crowd cheered. The 30 year anniversary had been an excuse for Hill Valley to celebrate. Everyone was there, the Browns, McFlys, Tannens, Needles, Parkers and everyone else. The Browns were next to the McFlys, and Marty called Doc over.

"Did you fix the time circuits?" he whispered so his family wouldn't hear.

"Yep," said Doc. After the tyre had been repaired, Marty had gone from 1925 to 1895 like he should have and bought the present for Doc and Clara, and then returned to 1985, where Doc had looked at the broken circuits. It appeared that a rat had chewed them, but Doc could easily repair them.

"Shame you had to make Tom think it was all a dream though," whispered Marty.

"You know the rules. Only my family and you and Jennifer can know about it," whispered Doc. Doc had used the sleep inducing alpha rythmn generator on Tom, and then they'd put him back in the bonnet of the DeLorean before "waking" him and saying he'd fallen asleep or something. Tom told them about this weird dream he'd had about time travel, and Doc had told him that time travel was impossible, but it sounded like a good dream.

"Anyway, I'll bring the present around on Friday," said Marty. "7 o'clock, right?"

"That's right," said Doc. He and his family had invited Marty and Jennifer over for dinner to celebrate.

"Marty," Linda McFly told her brother, "it's almost time. You really wanted to see this."

Marty and Doc looked at the Courthouse. Another clock was on there just for this evening, hanging below the original clock. When this clock turned to 10.04, the people of Hill Valley cheered and fireworks were let off. Marty remembered how exactly 30 years ago he had gone back to the future - and of course returned and given 1955 Doc a big shock! He looked at Doc and the two winked at each other, and then enjoyed the rest of the evening.

Last Revised: June 4th 2004

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