"This doesn't look like home," Marty said as the train flew across Hill Valley towards the Brown house.

They looked at the Time Display Panel. "July 1969! I guess that bird must have reset the time circuits or something," Doc guessed correctly. "Never mind, I'll just reset it again and....."

"Emmett, take a look at this," Ritchie said. Doc went to the window. There was a large housing estate and several industrial estates below them.

"That's odd," Doc muttered. "Even by 1986 this area is very secluded. It's why I chose it for our living quarters."

"It looks like a big housing estate below us," Jennifer said. "Doc, is this the right place?"

"Yes, it is," Doc said, confused. "Look, there's the ravine. This is where Hyams Road should be."

"Hyams Road is there, and so is your house. Your street looks the same, but everything else is different," she told him.

"Emmett, watch out!" Clara yelled. Doc shrieked as a flying car flew towards them. He swerved and managed to avoid it.

Doc landed the train and the time travellers got out. The housing estate looked like the 1980's, but flying cars flew ahead and the costumes people wore looked like those of the late 2000's, based on what Doc had discovered when visiting that time period.

"Everything has changed," he muttered. "But how? We were in the normal 1969 just a few minutes ago!"

"Doc," asked Marty. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure, Marty," Doc told him. "Obviously history has been altered, but how, and when, I have no idea."

"Are we in some sort of parallel universe, like one occupied by zombies?" Verne asked his father.

"Hardly, Verne," Jules told his brother before Doc could say anything. "Do you see any zombies around?"

"Yeah, that guy."

Jules turned around. "Argh!" he almost screamed.

"Hey, relax, I'm just off to a costume party," the "zombie" said, taking off his mask. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared, I was just humouring you," Jules said huffily.

"Ain't he cute?" the man said. "Say, you going to the party too? Your clothes look very unusual."

"These are normal wearing apparel of the 1960's," Clara said before realising it.

"I ain't never seen clothes like that before. They look old fashioned though."

"Listen, my good man, what's today's date?" Doc asked.

"Uh, July 20th 1969."

"You going to be watching the Moon landings in a few hours time?"

The man looked confused. "Moon landings? They took place over 25 years ago!"

Now Doc looked confused. "25 years ago? In 1944? During World War II?"

"World War II? That's news to me, seeing as there's never even been a World War I," said the man. "You people OK? Maybe you should see a doctor."

"Uh, no, we're fine, thank you," Doc said.

"Uh, we're on one of those hidden camera TV shows," Marty ad-libed. "You're on TV! Surprise!"

"Hidden camera TV shows?" the man said aloud, once again confused.

"Never mind," Doc said to the man. "Uh, nice talking to you!" He and his family quickly made their exits, leaving the poor confused man behind them.

"Emmett, what were you doing asking all those questions?" Clara asked. "You're normally so paranoid about giving things away about time."

"I was trying to see if he could help us by telling us about the history of this reality," Doc explained. "We know for sure that the World Wars never took place, and scientific knowledge is much more advanced in this 1969 than in the 1969 we left."

"So what do we do now?" asked Ritchie.

"We take a look around - en route to the library," Doc said. "And hopefully, we can see what caused the timeline to change - and why we weren't changed along with it."

The Hill Valley County Library was not where it was located in the normal reality, so the time travellers had to ask several people where it was. As they walked there, they looked at the streets of the city in this reality.

Everything seemed to be different. The buildings had been built to different designs, there were even buildings and businesses that didn't even exist in their reality. The time travellers received many strange looks by the "natives" as their clothes definitely did not fit in.

"Doc, this is kinda creepy," Marty whispered.

"Just keep walking, Marty," Doc said. "All our questions will hopefully be answered."

They eventually reached Courthouse Square. Like the rest of the city, the buildings in the Square looked different, although some of the buildings built before the turn of the century looked similar to what they were in the "real" timeline. Where Lou's Cafe stood in their 1969 was a bookstore, a huge antique store had replaced the Essex. Marty took a look inside. "Hi-fi, 1951 edition, very rare!" a sign read. The machine looked more advanced than his stereos in 1986.

The one thing that had not changed a great deal was the Courthouse itself. It looked exactly the same. The clock was still stuck at 10.04pm, and Doc correctly guessed that the lightning bolt had still struck the clocktower in 1955.

I guess even a change of reality can't change the weather, he thought. He looked at the clock again. The broken ledge was no longer there.

I guess they repaired it, Doc thought, or.....I never went up there in 1955. I wonder if I have an other self here?

They passed through the Square, narrowly avoiding a flying car trying to land, and finally reached the library. It was called the "Lester Library". Doc went up to the reception desk.

"Excuse me, where can I find old newspapers?" he asked the receptionist. She looked up at him.

"Dr Von Braun, whyever do you ask such a silly question?" she asked him. Doc looked confused.

"Huh?" And why is she calling me that?

"Dr Von Braun, you're always in here. You know the layout of the library off by heart."

"Right," Doc said. "Just testing." He backed off quickly and went back to the others.

"Apparently my other self loves this place," he told them. "And he's called Emmett Von Braun here. I guess that since the First World War never happened, my father had no need to change our family's name. Marty, can you ask them where the newspapers are? You'll probably have better luck."

Marty returned a few seconds later. "Aisle 19."

"'Aisles'? This isn't a supermarket."

"That's what she said to me," Marty shrugged. He suddenly winced. "Ouch!"

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I guess I just moved too suddenly," Marty said. "I'm fine."

Aisle 19 was at the far end of the library. "Everyone stay together," Doc told them. "In a strange world, it's best if we don't get lost. Got that?"

"Yes, " the others said.

As they walked towards Aisle 19, they passed a row of computers. Jennifer suddenly gasped.

"Doc, it's my parents!" she whispered. Everyone turned around. Mr and Mrs Parker were there, with a small girl and a pram.

"That's my sister Suzy," Jennifer explained. "I guess that's me in the pram."

Mr Parker was on the computer, with Suzy next to him. "And this is called a URL," Mr Parker was saying. "You just say the website you are looking for. For example.....www.hillvalleytelegraph.uni.cc, and up comes the website for our city's newspaper."

"Cool!" Suzy said. From the pram, a baby's cry was heard. Mrs Parker lifted the baby out of the pram.

"Oh, baby Jennifer, hush," she said soothingly. "It's OK, Mommy's here."

The time travellers looked on in astonishment.

"The Internet!" Doc breathed.

"Isn't that not supposed to be around until the 1990's?" Clara asked.

"In our reality, it is around in 1969, but only for military use," Doc explained. "It didn't become available for public use until the 1990's. But here, it seems to be in public use in 1969."

They took a computer away from the Parkers.

"Jennifer, I'd think you'd better stay out of sight," Doc said. "Since you do bear a resemblance to your mother and all that..."

"I understand," she said.

"Mom, can I look around and see what else there is here?" Verne asked.

"I think it would be educational," Jules said. "We can check the history books and the newspapers."

"Emmett?" Clara asked.

"Go ahead," Doc said. "I doubt the Internet will have everything on it." Clara, Jules, Verne and Jennifer went off to find the history books. Marty and Ritchie stayed with Doc as he logged on to the Internet.

Marty winced again.

"Marty, are you OK?" Ritchie asked, concerned. "I can give you a quick check up, if you like."

"No, no, I'm fine."

"OK, but if you need me, just ask. Well, what should we type in?" Ritchie asked. "I don't think 'when did history skew?' would get many results!"

"I'll type in my own name first," Doc decided. "Maybe the me of this world did some research on it." He called up a search engine. "Emmett Brown," he said to it. In a few seconds, several websites came up.

"None of these are any good," Doc muttered afterwards. "They're all about some films with a character called Emmett Brown."

"Emmett, your name isn't Brown in this reality, remember?" Ritchie reminded.

"Hey Dad, look what I found!" Verne shouted, running over to his father. As several people turned to him and hissed "Shhh!" at him, Verne handed a newspaper over to Doc.

"What is it, Vernie?"

"I'm in this one," Verne said. Doc opened the Hill Valley Telegraph, dated August 12th 1888. In the "Births, Marriages, Deaths" column was a small bit saying that Emmett and Clara Brown had had their second son the day before, and that both mother and baby were doing fine.

"Well, Clara, Jules and Verne exist," Doc said. "And for some reason, I'm Emmett Brown in this paper, even though I'm apparently Emmett Von Braun in this world. Odd. However everything up as far as 1888 has stayed the same. My family were still living in Hill Valley back in the 1880's in this world, so history has skewed afterwards."

"We know it skewed by 1914," Ritchie said. "Remember what that guy said? The First World War never happened." He spoke to the computer. "Archduke Franz Ferdinand," he said to it. A few articles about him came up.

"Apparently he was never assassinated in 1914, therefore the First World War never happened." Again, he spoke to the computer. "Moon landings."

Again some webpages came up, telling about the Moon Landings of 1944. Doc read the pages carefully. There was a lot of information about how the technology had allowed them to land on the Moon back in 1944.

"This is amazing," he said. "Our technology was nowhere near this advanced in our 1944, let alone our 1969 or 1986!"

"Hey Doc, look at that," Marty said. "There's a bit about the scientists involved."

The 4 scanned the article, trying to see if there were any answers. Suddenly Marty gasped!

"That's....that's...."

"Arthur McFly," Doc said.

"He related to you at all?" Verne asked.

"He's my grandfather," Marty told him. "But he's no scientist! He's just like my father used to be - ouch!"

"Marty, I'm concerned about those pains," Doc said to him. "They don't seem like normal pains - but temporal pains."

"Huh?"

"You're being erased from existence! And I'm sure this thing about your grandfather has something to do with it."

Clara, Jennifer and Jules had continued searching the history books after Verne had gone to show his father what he had found. So far they had discovered that everything up as far as 1892 had stayed the same, both in Hill Valley and in world history.

"Nothing," Clara said as she finished reading an article. "Nothing here that can help us. Jennifer, can you and Jules fetch us some more books?"

"Sure," Jennifer said. Clara picked up the last book on the table. She was a very fast reader, much faster than Jennifer or Marty could ever be. Jennifer and Jules picked up the books they'd read so far and took them back to the shelves.

They put some back and then walked over to Aisle 6 where some of them went. Suddenly she froze.

"Rats!" Jennifer said to herself. "My family are still there." The Parkers were still at the computer, allowing Suzy to continue with her "Internet lesson".

Jennifer watched, fascinated. In her reality, Suzy was useless with computers - in fact, the whole family were! - but here, they seemed to be very good with them.

I guess that when you grow up with them, you have to get used to them, she thought.

"What shall we look up now, family?" Mr Parker was saying.

"Oh, how about that theory of relativity stuff I needed?" Mrs Parker said to him.

"Right, I'd forgotten about that," Mr Parker blushed. "C P R Lester," he said to the computer.

C P R Lester? Jennifer thought. I've never heard of him. Deciding that her parents probably wouldn't recognise her if she changed her hair slightly, Jennifer stepped out to see them, Jules following.

"C P R Lester, huh?" she said to them. "My, er, brother here has to write a report on him. Do you mind if we look over your shoulder?"

"Sure, why not," Mr Parker said to them as the website came up.

The rest of the article continued listing the theories.

"Are they right?" Jennifer asked Jules.

"Mostly," Jules said. "Apart from nuclear power being discovered in 1906. In our world, Einstein discovered these theories in 1905, and nuclear power did not arrive until 1942 when Fermi first produced it."

"I thought he was the one who needed the information?" Mrs Parker asked, confused.

"He does," Jennifer lied. "Because he thinks that nuclear power came around in the 1940's."

The Parkers seemed to accept this. At the end of the website was a bit about C P R Lester.

"I think we might have our answers," Jules said to Jennifer. "That name is very familiar! Quick, we must find Father and tell him!"

Jennifer and Jules ran off, leaving the very confused Parkers behind.

"What a strange pair," Mrs Parker said.

"Indeed," Mr Parker agreed. "Suzy, I hope you or baby Jennifer never grow up like that."

Doc had done some research into the science of this reality. He was amazed at the progress mankind had made in the past 70-odd years. Some things invented would not be invented until the early 21st century in his reality!

But now, concerned about Marty, he was looking up information on Arthur McFly. Doc was convinced that Marty's temporal pains could easily be explained by Arthur McFly and his actions in this world. So far though, everything had been about Arthur's achievements.

"I can't believe how - ouch! - well he's done here," Marty said. "In the real world, Grandpa was just a salesman, and not a very confident one at that."

"When was he born?"

"August 18th 1909."

"Well, that date is the same in this world as well. So we know that has not changed, despite the skew in the timeline occurring earlier than that."

"Why don't you look up Grandma as well?"

"Good idea," Doc agreed. He said "Sylvia McFly" to the computer.

No answers were found. Doc said it again, but still nothing came up.

"Marty, what was your grandmother's maiden name?"

"Uh, Kennedy."

Unfortunately, "Sylvia Kennedy" failed to bring up any results as well.

"Maybe your grandfather never married your grandmother?" Ritchie suggested.

"I think that's what happened," Doc told him and Marty. "Because your grandfather never married your grandmother, your father was not born, and as such, neither were you or your siblings." He paused. "I guess that would also explain the fixed ledge on the clocktower - since you never existed, you never came back to 1955 and I never stood on the clocktower."

"But - ouch! - why did you find a mention of yourself in 1888 when Verne was born?"

Before Doc could answer, the others appeared. "Emmett, I think we've found it!" Clara told her husband. She filled Doc in on Lester and his Theory of Relativity.

"Great Scott!" Doc gasped. "No wonder this world is much more advanced than ours. If those theories were discovered earlier than they should have been, then that would have meant more years for scientific advancement!"

"Surely though, them being discovered only 9 years earlier couldn't have caused this much advancement?" Ritchie asked.

"Well, it appears it has!" Doc replied. "We have to go back to 1896 and stop Lester from 'discovering' the theories, so that Einstein can discover them in 1905 as he is supposed to."

"Why, Dad?" Jules asked. "This world is amazing. Just look at all the inventions around here."

"They are kinda neat, Dad," Verne agreed.

"Sorry boys, but we have to," Doc said. "The rest of us are fine, but Marty is slowly being erased from existence!"

After grabbing the 1944 newspaper about the Moon Landings, the time travellers headed back to the train. Doc helped Marty get in, as the pains were becoming more frequent by now. The train took to the air.

"According to the Internet, Lester made his discoveries on October 2nd 1896," Doc said, typing the date into the Time Display Panel. "We'll have to be careful, though. We - that is, me, Clara and the boys - lived here until 1895, so a lot of people might recognise us."

"Why is that, anyway?" Marty asked. "You never did answer earlier."

"I presume that, because we lived in Hill Valley before the timeline skewed, we were unaffected by the change," Doc explained. "Hence I still arrived and saved Clara in 1885, and presumably, Clint Eastwood was still in town during September 1885. But what happened to them once they all left the 1890's - I don't know."

"Maybe our past selves are 'echoes' or something like that?" Clara suggested.

"Maybe," Doc said. "OK everyone, brace yourselves for temporal displacement!"

Doc landed the time train outside what had been the Brown family home in 1895.

"I know for a fact that no-one moved in to this house until 1897," he said. "I did some research on the house when we moved back to 1985 to see if we could still live in it. So it seems a good place to hide the train."

"Hey Dad, is the cellar still here?" Verne asked.

"I believe it is," Doc said. "We can hide the train in there."

Marty groaned again. Jennifer hugged him, concerned. "Don't worry, Marty, I'm sure we'll all be home again in no time." She kissed him.

"Thanks, Jen," Marty smiled for the first time in hours.

Clara and Jules came out of the house with some clothes. "Luckily for us, we couldn't take everything when we moved to 1985," she said to the others, "so we left some outfits behind. I think we have enough 19th century clothes for everyone."

Everyone was soon dressed up. Luckily, Ritchie was a similar size to his father, so he could borrow an old suit of Doc's. Jennifer wore one of Clara's old purple dresses, which was slightly too big, but it was all they had. The Brown family of course were able to fit right into their old clothes.

Only Marty didn't have anything to wear. That wouldn't be a problem though.

"I don't think Marty can really do much," Jennifer said, concerned. Marty groaned again. "He can't even stand up properly."

"Good point," Doc said. "I have an idea. We will split up. Jules, Verne, you two will stay here and look after Marty. Here's a walkie-talkie. Let me know if an emergency happens."

Jules and Verne nodded their heads.

"The rest of us will head into town. Then, Clara and I will take one half, and Jennifer and Ritchie the other half, to find Lester. Maybe we can discover exactly how he discovered the theories as well."

It felt like deja-vu all over again, Clara thought to herself. She had not been back to the Hill Valley of this time since they'd moved forward nearly a century, yet it felt like she'd never left. Much as she enjoyed living in the 1980's, this was her time, the time she'd been born and raised in. It felt good to be back.....

"Oh, darn."

She'd stepped in some horse manure. That's one thing I *don't* miss about this time, she thought to herself.

It was just after dawn, but already the town was getting busy. Doc and Clara spotted Seamus and Maggie McFly opening up their produce shop that they'd opened a year earlier.

"We could ask in there," Clara suggested.

"Indeed," Doc agreed. He wished the Lesters had moved to Hill Valley earlier than they had done. They had not been in Hill Valley when the Browns had left in September 1895, but had moved in in December of that year. As such, Doc and Clara had no idea where they lived.

The two walked into the shop and up to Maggie who was filling a box with apples.

"Good morning."

Maggie turned around. "Why, Mrs Brown! What a pleasure to see ya!"

"Thank you, Mrs McFly," Clara grinned. "We're just back here for a day to pick up a few things."

"Well, you're leaving it a tad bit late, aren't you? Since it's been a year or so....."

"We also wanted to just visit," Clara said to her. "San Francisco is great, but I did miss this place."

"What's it like there?"

"It's like being 90 years in the future," Clara smiled. "A completely different place. But we're looking for a C P R Lester. Do you know where he is?"

"Mr Lester?" Maggie pondered. "Aye, he lives in Apple Tree Farm. I think he lives in Apple Tree Farm," she chuckled. "Oh, he has a habit of repeating himself."

"So I hear, I say, so I hear," Clara smiled.

"Whereabouts is this farm?" Doc asked.

"I can give you directions if ya like," Maggie said. She told them which way to go. "What be the purpose of your visit to 'im?"

"Oh, he has something we wish to buy off him," Doc lied. "Thank you, Mrs McFly."

"I think we're lost."

"We're not lost, Jennifer, we, we, we just don't know where we are."

Jennifer thought to herself. "I think that's where the Mason Street area will be built in the future," she said. "But I'm not sure."

The sound of horses could be heard in the distance. "Someone's coming," Ritchie said.

"Great, we can ask for directions," Jennifer told him. 4 horsemen could now be seen heading towards them.

"Excuse me!" Jennifer called. "Hello?"

"Over here!" Ritchie yelled at them, waving his hat at them.

The leader of the horsemen spotted Jennifer and Ritchie and beckoned the others towards them. "How can I help you fine gentlemen?" he sneered at them.

"Excuse me, but there is a lady present," Ritchie said to him.

"And what a fine filly she is," the leader said. Ritchie and Jennifer stared at him. They had taken an instant dislike to this man. The black hat and dark coat he was wearing didn't help much either. His beard meant you could not see much of his face, which made him more mysterious. But, there was something about the way he talked as well. It sounded very familiar.

"What're ya gonna do, Buford?" one of the other horsemen asked. Suddenly, Jennifer and Ritchie realised who this man was. They looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. They had to leave, right now.

"Oh, we just want directions, that's all," Ritchie said to Buford. "We're looking for a Mr C P R Lester. Do you know where he lives?"

"What luck," Buford smiled. "We're just off in that direction! We'll give you a ride as well!"

Deciding that saying no would not be a good option, Jennifer and Ritchie reluctantly started following Buford Tannen and his gang over to Apple Tree Farm.

"Marty?" Verne poked Marty with his finger. "Hey, Marty?"

Marty did not respond. Jules checked his pulse.

"He's still alive, but just asleep I guess. I think these pains aren't helping him." As if to prove a point, Marty groaned in his sleep.

"Jules, I'm hungry."

"I must admit I am too, brother. I think we should get something to eat."

"What about Marty?"

"Well, there are some fruit trees over there. We can go grab some of those and consume them. We shan't be long."

"Emmett, look, that man."

"What about him?"

"He looks familiar!"

Doc looked at the man. He did look familiar. He wasn't from around here. The 1960's clothes he was wearing didn't help him blend in either.

"It's W G Lester. We met him in 1969, remember?"

"Yes, I do. What's he doing here?"

"I don't know," Clara said. "I think we should find out."

So as not to alert Lester of their presence, Doc and Clara discretely followed him as he walked through the streets of Hill Valley. Lester was acquiring many strange looks from the locals, but most were just ignoring him and resuming with their everyday business. Lester had a backpack over his shoulder. Both Doc and Clara wondered what he had in it.

Lester was looking around, very impressed with his surroundings. "Wow," he said to himself. "Amazing!"

Suddenly Lester stopped and stared at a man walking towards him in the other direction. Doc and Clara also took a look.

"It's like we're seeing double," Clara whispered to Doc. The man looked very much like Lester.

"They must be related," Doc guessed. "That gentleman must be his....."

"Grandfather!" they both said, realising who the gentleman was. "C P R Lester!"

C P R Lester had his head in a book and wasn't really looking where he was going. There was a bump as the 2 generations of Lesters collided.

"Whoops," C P R Lester said to his future grandson.

"That's, that's all right," W G Lester replied. "I do that all the time. Walk about and read."

His grandfather smiled. "Name's Carl Lester."

"Wally. Hey, what's that book you're reading?"

"Oh, this? It's just a psychics book."

"Amazing, I have some of those too," Wally Lester smiled.

"I have a few experiments as well, back at my farm," Carl said. "You wanna go see them?"

"Yeah, sure," Wally said. Doc and Clara watched them walk off.

"This must have been what caused the time skew," Doc said to Clara. "Somehow this meeting must..." He gasped. "That's it!"

"What's it?" Clara asked, confused.

"Wally Lester is wearing the same clothes we saw him wear in 1969," Doc told her. "So he obviously went back on that day, the day we were there. Clara, what was he holding when we saw him?"

"A textbook."

"Right! A textbook about the theories of relativity! Which, in this timeline, Carl Lester 'discovered'! He didn't discover them, he must have found out from that textbook and published them under his own name!"

"I see," Clara said, now understanding. "So we'll have to stop Carl Lester from finding that book!"

"Right!" Doc said. "Quick, let's follow them."

The Browns soon arrived at Apple Tree Farm to see the 2 Lesters standing by the entrance. "No, no, no!" Carl Lester was saying.

"What's up?" Clara asked.

"My home! My farm! My experiments!" Carl gasped. "My wife! Louise! Louise, where are you?"

"It looks like a robbery," Wally said to Doc and Clara. "I think it's a robbery." He paused. "Dr Brown?"

"Right!" Doc said. "We've found you. We're here to take you home!"

"How did you find out about the time machine?" Clara asked.

"Well, I was walking past a house near the Ravine when I heard a train whistle. I saw your younger self and he reassured me everything was fine, but then I heard you talking about a time machine. I went to investigate, and, well, I guess curiosity got the better of me. I didn't mean to do anything wrong, I just wanted to take a look around." He paused. "Do you not remember any of this, Dr Brown?"

Doc realised this must have happened when his 1969 self, Jules and Verne had gone to the train to get the memory eraser. Of course, since he'd erased the memory of his 1969 self, he couldn't remember any of that. "Oh, yes, of course," he lied.

"Can we have your bag a minute?" Clara asked. Wally handed it over. Clara went through the bag and took out the textbook.

"What are you doing?" Wally asked.

"Somehow, your grandfather gets a hold of this book and history is dramatically altered," Doc explained. "We're here to make sure he doesn't get it." Clara put the book in her bag and took out the newspapers from 1944.

"It's changing!" she breathed. She and Doc watched the headline change from "Man Lands On Moon" to "War Latest: Leningrad Siege Ends."

"We did it! History is back to normal!" They quickly shut up as Carl Lester came out of the barn.

"Is everything OK?" Clara asked, concerned. All the colour had drained from his face.

"The place has been robbed. The neighbour saw Buford Tannen come in, ransack the place, and.....take Louise hostage!"

"Buford Tannen?"

Marty groaned once again. "This is it, I'm done for," he gasped. He looked at his hand. It wasn't disappearing - Great Scott, now it was!

"I've been through this once before!" he moaned. "Why again?"

And then.....suddenly he felt fine. Marty recognised what had just happened. He'd gone through it once before.

"Doc must have done it!" he said happily. "History must be back on track!" He jumped up in joy. "Yes! Thank you Doc! Hey Jules, where's the walkie-talkie?"

There was no answer.

"Jules?" Marty was concerned. "Verne?"

"Buford Tannen robbed the place," Carl Lester told the others. "They took some of my experiments, plus my mother's wedding ring and $80. But it gets worse! Turns out Louise is just one of his hostages!"

"Just one?"

"The neighbour says he had a teenage girl and a tall, blonde man with him as well."

"Jennifer and Ritchie!" Doc gasped. Carl stared at him.

"You know them?"

"Yes, one is my son and the other is a friend of ours!" Doc explained.

"Jules? Verne? Where are you guys?" Marty called out. He'd been searching for them for the past 10 minutes.

"Maybe they're back at the house," he said to himself, half wishing Einstein was with him. Einstein would soon find them!

The walkie-talkie suddenly came to life. "Marty?" It was Doc. Just who Marty didn't want getting in touch.

"Uh, Doc! Hi! Is everything OK?"

"Yes and no. We solved the history problem, everything is back on track."

"I guessed," Marty chuckled. "I feel absolutely fine now, I'm going to be born again!"

"That's right," Doc told him, "but there's bad news as well. Buford Tannen is back in town and he has kidnapped Jennifer and Ritchie!"

Marty gasped in horror. "That son of a bitch!"

"Where are the boys?" Doc asked.

"I don't know," Marty admitted. "I woke up after being returned to existence and found out they'd gone!"

"Great Scott!"

"Hang on, Doc, I think I see them." Marty walked closer to the house. Yep, there they were.

"It's them," he told Doc. "They must have got back from wherever they went. Hang on - there's someone with them." Marty took a closer look. "Doc! You'd better get over here, and quickly!"

"What's up, Marty?"

"It's Buford Tannen! He has the boys! He and his gang are in your old house! They must have crept in whilst I was looking for the boys!" Marty took another look. "Jennifer and Ritchie are there too, along with another woman."

"Marty, whatever you do, don't let them see you!" Doc warned him. "Stay out of sight until we get to you!"

"Right. See you shortly."

Doc shut off the walkie-talkie and with Clara, who had heard everything, behind him, he walked back to the Lesters. Buford Tannen had all 3 of his sons, plus his best friend's girlfriend and Louise Lester, hostage. And he had no idea about how to get them out.

This was going to get heavy.

Last Revised: September 19th 2004

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