Epilogue—Part III:

November 12, 2025, Hill Valley, Hill Valley Funeral Home

"What're you doin' here?" Marty McFly asks the crotchety man in the corner.

"Nothin'. Just…say hi to your mom for me."

"Say hi yourself," a voice behind him says amusedly.

"Mom—"

"Marty," Lorraine cuts him off, "go to your kids. They need you more than I do."

He looks over at a weeping Marlene who was holding her husband's hand as she looked over old photos. Marty Jr. kept shooting worried looks at his very pregnant sister, but kept out of her way, talking to Jennifer quietly. Marty sighs and steps back into the line, accepting condolences and hugs wearily.

Biff stretches and pulls himself up from the chair, leaning onto his cane. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," she says quietly. "He would have been glad you were here."

"I don't know why," he grumbles.

"Because he thought you two were friends. Why is beyond me," Lorraine comments with a quiet chuckle, brushing white curls out of her eyes.

"I straightened out. Mostly."

"Mostly," Lorraine seconds, smiling tightly at the Stricklands as they leave the visitation.

"I'm glad you had a happy life, Lorraine. Even…even if it wasn't the one I wanted."

She sighs and looks him straight in the eye. "I told you once I could never forgive you. I found out that I could, when you were sent home from Vietnam, all banged up like that. But I can never forget, not even after years of you fixing up our cars or playing tennis with George whenever I was out of town."

He nods. "It's been seventy years since that night, you know."

"Seventy years with him wasn't long enough," Lorraine answers matter-of-factly. "Even a hundred years wouldn't have been."

"He was a lucky man, Lorraine."

"It wasn't just luck. It was our density. I mean," she says with a grin, "our destiny."