Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.

Author's Notes: This story takes place the day after the events in the last movie from the trilogy, as well as Please Come Home, Doc! from the Marty Wept Collection. In my last story, Decisions, I have alluded to an old friend of Doc's named Sabrina Palmer. In this story, Sabrina plays a more prominent role, as Doc seeks her help to alter reality a bit - so that the residents of Hill Valley will remember Doc marrying Clara in 1977, Jules being born in 1978, and Verne being born in 1980.

October 28, 1985
4:00 PM PST

Marty was sitting at the desk in his bedroom, doing his homework, when the phone suddenly rang.

'Yo,' Marty said, as he picked up the phone.

'Marty, is that you?' asked Doc.

'Yeah, Doc, it's me,' Marty replied. 'So what's up?'

'Look, Marty, can you meet me at my place?' asked Doc. 'I've figured out an idea on how to move our family back to 1985, without raising suspicion from the other Hill Valley residents. I'll explain more about it to you, after you come over.'

'Sure, Doc, I'll be right over,' Marty said, cheerfully. Then he grabbed his skateboard and car-surfed over to Doc's garage.

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'So, Marty, do you remember Sabrina?' Doc asked.

'Uh, you mean Sabrina Palmer?' asked Marty.

'Of course! Do you know any other Sabrinas?' Doc teased.

'Awww, Doc,' Marty said, laughing. 'So how is Sabrina doing? I haven't heard from her in awhile?'

'Well, she's busy with nursing school and spending time with her new husband,' Doc explained. 'There's one thing about her that we never told you about. Are you ready?'

'Yeah, I guess, Doc,' said Marty. 'I'm not judgemental, as long as she isn't some sort of criminal.'

'Oh, no, she's not a criminal at all,' said Doc. 'She is, however, a witch?'

'Uh, a witch?' stammered Marty stunned. 'I didn't think witches were real - but, then again, there was also a time when I didn't think time travel is real. I'm not sure if I'm ready to accept the existence of witches, though.'

'She's not the stereotypical kind of witch,' Doc explained. 'She does not have the kind of power to just wave a magic wand and make things happen - and she does not worship the devil or practice evil magic. She also does not ride on a broomstick.'

'So what type of magic can she do?' Marty asked, amused.

'Hmm, well, it's a little hard to explain,' Doc said. 'Sabrina could probably explain her powers to you better than I could. She comes from a long line of witches, and she has inherited her magic from her mother.'

'So, is she immortal?' Marty asked. 'Is she human?'

Doc then burst out laughing. 'I can assure you that she is every bit as human as you and I are, Marty. Also, no, she is not immortal. She is not a different species from you and I. She just has some extra abilities that most humans don't have.'

'Well, anyway, Doc,' said Marty, 'how can Sabrina help us? Do you plan to tell her about the time machine?'

'Yeah, she's been my friend for a long time, about ten years before I met you, even - well, not counting the time that I saw you in 1955. I have discussed with her my plans to create a time machine, and she had told me about how she had the ability to astrally time travel.'

'What does that mean?' asked Marty. 'I mean, how do you astrally time travel? What does astral mean, anyway?'

'It's the form of time travel where only your spirit travels through time,' explained Doc. 'Your physical body does not come with you, and you are unable to interact with anyone from other time periods. It's actually much safer than physical time travel, because you do not run the risk of creating time paradoxes, and you will always return to the present. However, you don't get the full experience of visiting other time periods.'

'Woah, Doc, this is heavy,' said Marty.

'Anyway, I was thinking of calling Sabrina over, to see if she could use her magic to alter history a little bit. Like, for instance, as Clara and I got married on November 30 of 1885 - and we stayed in the 19th century for 8 years - maybe Sabrina could alter reality a bit so that Clara and I end up getting married on November 30 of 1977. That way, we don't have to try to fabricate some sort of lame story that would only serve to give the Hill Valley residents more ammunition to see me as some crazy old scientist. Get what I'm saying?'

'Well, Doc, I am a little surprised,' Marty said, stunned. 'I mean, you're always the one concerned about screwing up the space-time continuum.'

'Believe me, Marty,' Doc said, tenderly placing a hand on Marty's shoulder. 'I am not the kind of person to take that sort of stuff lightly. The only other option would be to wait until 1993 to come back, but then I know how much you would really miss me. So I'm trying to work out a better option for all of us.'

'Okay, Doc, I understand what you're saying,' Marty said, smiling. 'So you think Sabrina could help us out?'

'Precisely,' replied Doc. 'Maybe we could find a way to use her magic in conjunction with my time machine, to alter history a little bit within the last eight years. You know what I've always told you. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.'

'Right, Doc,' Marty said, smiling. 'So have you called Sabrina, yet?'

'Not yet, but I will, tonight,' replied Doc.

'So, what about as far as houses go?' asked Marty. 'Have you managed to find a house for you and your family, yet?'

'No, not yet,' replied Doc. 'I will do some looking around tomorrow.'

'You know, Doc,' said Marty, 'In a way, I really will miss the garage - even though I understand that you need a bigger home for you, Clara, and the kids.'

'You know, Marty?' asked Doc, with a gentle smile. 'I'm going to miss this garage, too. I mean, we've created so many fond memories in the garage.'

'Don't get me wrong, Doc,' said Marty. 'I am happy for you that you have a family, now. Still, I will kind of miss being able to just pop up on you whenever I like. Know what I mean?'

'I understand, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'This will be a huge adjustment for all of us. I mean, especially for Clara, as she's not used to living in this era.'

'Yeah, I suppose that would be a major change for Clara,' agreed Marty.

Then, become a little stern, Doc asked, 'So, what the hell happened here, anyway? Marty, I thought I told you not to hook up to the amplifier - that there might be a slight possibility of overload!'

'Yeah, I know you told me that,' Marty said, blinking back tears, 'and I'm sorry. But I already hooked up the amplifier before you called me.'

'It's okay, Marty,' said Doc, gently placing his hand on Marty's shoulder. 'I guess I should have warned you earlier.'

'Yeah, and you also forgot to turn off your equipment,' Marty reminded Doc. Marty looked at the bowl of dog food, and started gagging.

'Sorry about that, Marty,' Doc said, gently. 'I'm only human, too. I'm sorry for getting a little careless. I suppose we should clean up this mess, now.'

'I am not touching the dog food,' Marty insisted.

'It's okay,' said Doc. 'I'll take care of that.'

Then Marty and Doc had begun to clean up the garage a bit.

'By the way,' asked Marty, 'where do you think you'll be putting all of your clocks?'

'Oh, maybe in the lab,' answered Doc. 'It would be the best place for them. Of course, the other reason I decided to come back - is because of Dr. E Brown Enterprises. I couldn't very well just abandon my business.'

'Oh, yeah, right,' stammered Marty. 'We are certainly going to have a lot of adjustments to go through. I mean, I'm still trying to deal with having two sets of childhood memories. The funny thing is, I don't even remember having issues with being called 'chicken' - from the original timeline that I came from.'

'Do you ever miss your old family?' Doc asked, softly.

'In a way, kinda, yeah,' replied Marty. 'Still, I'm happy that my parents, Dave, and Linda have turned out to have better lives this time. Say, I wonder what has become of the timeline that I came from. Like, I wonder if there's still a me there.'

'I don't think so,' said Doc, shaking his head. 'When you went back to 1955 and brought your parents together, this new timeline then overruled the original timeline. It's sort of like overwriting a computer file.'

'Okay, I think I get what you mean,' said Marty. 'Boy, is this heavy, though!'

'Yeah, real heavy, agreed Doc.'