Within the following weeks, Marty had spent some time reading his diaries. He had found out that his family life has pretty much stayed the same, and he still had the 'chicken' problem up until the fateful weekend last month, and that Biff had remained subservient. In all three timelines, he had met Jennifer the same way. Sabrina had left to return him the day after the history-altering spell. The phone rang, jolting Marty out of his thoughts.

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

'Hey, Marty, it's me, Doc,' replied the voice on the other end. 'Listen, Marty, I would like to invite both you and Jennifer over to celebrate our eighth anniversary.'

'Oh, that would be so awesome!' gushed Marty. 'I'll call Jennifer, and we'll be right over.'

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Later on, Doc and Marty were meeting in Doc's lab.

'I must say,' remarked Doc, 'it is somewhat strange to think that we have coloured photos of our boys growing up, and even of our wedding. So, Marty, have you gotten used to having three sets of memories, yet?'

'Yeah, it's getting a little easier to handle,' replied Marty. 'It's a good thing that I keep a diary. It makes it easy to go through history. It does get a little confusing at times. I mean, I still have vivid memories of living in a reality when my father was a wimp who Biff pushed around.'

'Yeah, I can imagine that would get a little confusing,' replied Doc. 'The boys are probably going to have the roughest time with this, though. I mean, they were born and raised in two different eras - nearly 100 years apart.'

'What about Clara?' asked Marty. 'How is she coping with it? Does she still miss the Old West?'

'I'm sure she does,' Doc said, gently, 'and I was thinking that we should visit her parents for Christmas this year. As long as we don't interact with much else, it shouldn't mess up the time-space continuum. However, we must think of Clara's family.'

'How do the boys feel about going back to the Old West?' asked Marty.

'Well, we would only be there for a week,' explained Doc. 'I suppose even in that short time, though, they would miss their television and video games. Still, I'm sure they'll be excited about visiting their grandparents - as those are the only grandparents they have. My parents died a long time ago.'

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Later on, everyone was seated at the dinner table. They were having fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and carrots, with orange kool-aid.

'Thank you for inviting us over,' said Jennifer. 'This food is delicious.

'Yeah, Clara,' put in Marty, 'you're a great cook. This is even better than KFC.'

'I don't like KFC that much,' said Jennifer. 'This is better.'

'So are you all ready for dessert?' Clara asked cheerfully, as she brought in a cake that said, 'Happy Eight Anniversary, Emmett and Clara Brown'.

'This cake looks delicious,' commented Marty. 'I guess it's funfetti cake. That's one of my favourites.'

'I'm not a big chocolate person,' explained Clara. 'I think chocolate is too strong for me.'

'I know what you mean, Clara,' added Jennifer. 'I don't dislike chocolate, but it's not my favourite.'

'Well, I personally cannot imagine not liking chocolate,' said Marty.

'Well, we all have our own tastes,' Doc said, as he began to cut up the cake. He handed the first piece to Clara.

'Very true,' Marty said, smiling. 'Well, I like funfetti, too.'

Then Marty, Jennifer, Jules, and Verne all sang: 'Happy Anniversary to you! Happy Anniversary to you! Happy Anniversary! Happy Anniversary! Happy Anniversary to you!'

'Thank you, kids,' Doc said, smiling.

'Isn't that a birthday song?' asked Clara, confused.

'Now, Clara, honey,' Doc chided, gently. 'Let's not be petty. They were thoughtful enough to think about us.'

'Uh, yeah, sorry,' stammered Clara. 'Thank all of you, for thinking of us.'

'You're welcome!' Marty, Jennifer and the boys replied, in unison.

'So you've been together for eight years now, eh?' asked Jennifer, smiling.

'You've got it,' Doc said, smiling. 'It's been eight of the most wonderful years of my life, and I have such a lovely family.'

'So, Doc,' asked Marty, 'do you still have the pictures of you and your family from the Old West, as well the ones from modern times?'

'We sure do,' Doc said, smiling. 'Both eras of our lives are very important to us. We have our wedding pictures from both eras side-by-side.'

'So why am I still only seven?' asked Jules. 'Shoudn't I be 14, now?'

Everyone then laughed at Jules' logic. It did sort of make sense - but biologically, Jules was still only seven.

''It's strange to think that I have two lives,' Verne added.

'I guess we are one special family,' Clara said, smiling. Then turning to Marty and Jennifer, she added, 'You two are, of course, honourary members of our family.'

Marty and Jennifer just smiled back at Clara.

Then Doc turned to Marty and Jennifer and asked, 'Do you think you two can babysit the boys tonight? Clara and I wanted to go catch a movie on our anniversary.'

'Sure, we can do that,' Marty said, smiling. 'Your kids really like us. They're so fun to be around.'

'Now, no necking and kissing in front of the kids,' chided Clara, waving her index finger. 'You guys do that in your own time. Got it?'

'We've got it, Clara,' Marty and Jennifer replied, simultaneously.

Marty then hugged Doc, and told him, 'You and Clara both have fun tonight, alright?'

'Oh, we certainly will,' replied Doc. Then, turning to Jules and Verne, he added, 'You kids behave yourselves, and be in bed by 8:30.'

'We will, Dad,' Jules and Verne replied, simultaneously.

'I'll make sure they're in bed on time,' Marty told Doc. 'Now you two go out and enjoy yourselves!'

Then Marty and Jennifer had watched Doc and Clara pull out of the driveway.

'Just think,' Marty whispered to Jennifer. 'One day, you and I will get married - and have our own family.'

'Oh, you bet, Marty,' Jennifer said, smiling. Then they quickly pecked, before checking up on Jules and Verne.