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Author's Note: I'm getting sick of this by now, but finally, it's the last author's note for the story. It's finally, finally finished. Hurray. I hope you all like it, as it's pretty long. But I'm glad that I finally can remove this story from my list of unfinished stories... and realize that I got still three to go, and a whole lot more unstarted.

But that can wait. Now, it's party time since this story is finally done. But, before the party begins, don't forget to review. That would really be appriciated.

Hope you enjoy!

The Author.

Epilogue

Sunday, October 27, 1985
07:00 AM
100 yards south of
Hill Valley, California

Marty Two was the first to open his eyes again after the familiar sonic boom cleared up. "Did-did we make it?" he asked, sound no more than a faint whisper. "Are we back?"

Doc One looked around. "Judging from the surroundings, I'd say we did" he said. "It's lighter, now, and I can clearly see a nice, non-polluted sky. I guess this is the new version of 1985." He grinned. "I got the feeling I'm going to be in for a surprise. What you all told me sure can't match reality… like seeing for real that George McFly is alive, and seeing for real how the Pleasure Paradise is no longer on top of the clock tower."

"I'm nervous" Marty One said. "What if, somehow, we have failed to return here, and we skipped to the Hell Valley world some way? Biff might be waiting for us in the Town Square…"

"The probabilities of that are, say, about 0.000971" Doc One told his friend. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll call up my counterpart to let him know we're arrived." He glanced at the time circuits. "Not that he wouldn't already know – it's seven-o-one A.M now."

"Yeah" Marty Two said. "Doc Three would know that we're here. Contact him, Doc."

Doc One took the walkie-talkie, and pressed the 'talk' button. "Hello? Doc Three? We're here." He still felt weird talking to, what was in many ways, himself. "We arrived safely from 1958 Hill Valley. No complications. Currently entering town."

"Roger, Doc One, 10-4" Doc Three replied. "Just head over to your old garage – yes, I still live there. We got everything prepared, and are waiting for your arrival. Over." Doc One stared at the walkie-talkie as his counterpart broke the connection.

"We made it" Susan whispered, still hanging onto her husband-to-be. "Holy shit, we made it!" The twenty-five-year-old cheered. "We're finally back to where it's safe." She sighed. "I can't believe it. After all those weeks of working on the time machine, we're really safe. I couldn't believe it when the matchbooks burned, but now…"

"And if anyone doesn't believe it yet" Doc One said, pulling on the brakes from shock, "look at that!" He stared at the courthouse and clock tower, without the Pleasure Paradise. "Great Scott, this is amazing! Absolutely amazing! I haven't seen it like that in six years, ever since the destruction of the Courthouse after Biff legalized gambling in '79…"

"Doc, just informing you – you don't have to drive so fast" Jennifer said. "I mean, we're not in that much of a hurry. A DeLorean won't be noticed in this reality – wasn't it Biff who made them so rare by buying all of them, back in the summer of '83?"

"Yup" Marty One said, sighing. "I remember that. Back at the boarding school, we had a guy who actually owned a DeLorean. He got 100.000 bucks for it when selling. Boy, those things were valuable. I never actually expected to get the chance to sit in one of them, let alone travel through time in them. This is… what did Two call it again? Heavy."

"There's that word again, heavy" Doc One mused, smiling. "Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the earth's gravitation pull or something?"

Marty Two shot him a look. "Don't you start again" he grinned. "Let's just get done with this whole thing and head over to Doc Three's house at JFK Drive… yeah, not Tannen Drive, Biff wasn't rich." He smiled as he saw the look at Marty One's face since his counterpart had just been wanting to ask the exact question that was answered. "What can I say? We are, after all, the same person."

"Well, not exactly" Doc argued. "You do have some major differences. Growing up with a slightly happier family than Marty One might have made some differences in your lives. Two, you didn't have your father shot about three months before your fifth birthday, and you didn't have the chicken problem. One, for that matter, didn't have many things that you did experience, including befriending my counterpart – Twin Pines Doc, or 'Doc Two', I guess – the one that got shot by Libyans, and sent you back to 1955. That whole experience, of having to date your own mother and all, was something that Marty One didn't go through."

"Talk about luck" Marty Two groaned.

"You think it's nice that your father is killed when you're just four and barely have grown to know him yet?"

"True, true…"

"All right" Doc One said, checking the time circuits. "We got enough time to just enjoy the fresh air and sit on the banks. Right now, I'm anxious to get done with this." He pulled the gas pedal again, and started to head over to the Brown garage.

Everyone was calm, as they rode through the streets of the New Hill Valley – there were only some gasps upon seeing the changes with their own dimension – "why aren't there any homeless people on the street?" – and it was silent when they finally arrived at JFK Drive. Doc pulled the DeLorean up next to the house, and as they all had gotten out, the time travellers headed towards the door, curious what to find.

"My heart's beating fast" Jennifer One informed Doc One. "What if…"

"I heard enough what if's in the car" Doc One said. "I'm sure that we can be certain that we're safe, here, and if we're not, we'll just turn around. Still, I have to admit that I do carry slight feelings of uneasiness, too. After all, I lived for twenty-seven… almost twenty-eight… in a Biff-altered reality, the starting point being Biff's first bet, on March twenty-sixth 1958."

"You're the Doc, Doc."

"Right." Doc One looked around. "Who's gonna knock?"

Marty Two looked around. "Guess I will." He didn't feel as nervous and his heart was beating slightly less fast than those of the others, since he was native to this 1985 – or at least, a Twin Pines variation of it. Still, this was heavy.

After a few moments, Doc Three opened the door. "Marty Two, Marty One, Doc One, Jennifer, Ann, Susan!" he gushed. "How nice is it to see all of you!"

Another Jennifer joined Doc at the door – and went almost pale as she saw what seemed to be two of herself standing there in the opening of the door. "This is heavy" she muttered. "I guess one of you is my counterpart, and the other one's Ann, my counterpart's twin?" Ann stepped forward, a head-sign making clear that she was the one her twin's counterpart was talking about. "I actually don't have a twin myself," Jennifer continued, "but I'd feel happy to accept you as one, if what Doc… our Doc… said is going to be true, and you're gonna move in with us." She realized she was blocking the doorway, and then went inside. "Well, why don't you all come in?"

Doc One gasped, looking around at the interior of what could've been his garage. However it had it's similarities to his home, it wasn't as messy. Almost everything was clean, except for a huge mess in the corner, with some died-out equipment. "What's that?" he asked, the question directed to Doc Three, who was just scribbling at some notes – probably writing down the most likely options of the six of them to stay, in this new reality.

Doc Three looked up, and frowned slightly. "What? Oh, that!" He headed over towards it. "Marty made some mess last Friday when he hooked up to the amplifier, it overloaded and he got blown into the bookcase, apparently. We still haven't managed to completely clean it up." He turned to Marty Three, an angry and disappointed look on his face. "Marty, I did tell you not to hook up to the amplifier!"

"Warnings don't do much good if you warn after the event has happened, Doc!"

Doc One looked around. "Amazing. It looks so different to my lab, yet so similar…" He noticed that Doc Three had gone back to the notes again. "What are you writing?"

"I'm setting up a plan to get you into our reality unnoticed as being the result of time travel" Doc Three explained. "I think the first action would happen this afternoon. We'll have to call George and Lorraine, and explain them what happened. Probably along with Jennifer's folks. Marty, aren't your parents out for brunch this morning?"

Marty Three scratched his head. "I-I believe so" he finally settled on. "Man, having to cope with two sets of memories is hard. I remember them going to brunch on Sundays, and I remember them not paying much attention to the day, if at all. Dad just worked for Biff, Mom just drunk. Those memories really are fighting in my head right now and I can't tell which one's gonna win. This is really heavy." He sighed deeply, sitting down on Doc's old bed.

Doc looked over at his friend, concerned. "Marty," he said, "maybe you better have some sleep. It'll take a while, before you're well-adjusted to the idea of multiple memories. You might have all of them, now, but they're still searching the right place in your head, right?"

Marty Three nodded. "But Doc, if I sleep, what about you? I mean, can I afford to sleep – or do I have to help?"

Doc Three shook his head. "Oh, no, that wouldn't be necessary" he said, firmly. "I'll be fine. As I said, our first major actions won't happen until this afternoon – and that's still a long time away. So, we'll be fine, really. You'll just have a rest, and in the meanwhile, Jennifer and the others can help me cleaning up the mess with the amp. Sleep well, Marty."

Marty Three smiled. "Thanks, Doc," he said, crawling under the blankets. "You really are a friend."

And that was the last thing he knew for a while as he felt himself dozing off to a long sleep.

oooooooo

Having two look-alikes around was confusing.

Marty McFly the Third scratched his head, as he and Jennifer were getting back from a ride through the area. When he'd woken up at 11, Jennifer had suggested that, to 'make up for the trip to the lake', which had been cancelled by Doc's abrupt phone call that night. Marty had reluctantly agreed, and he'd had to admit, just driving around in the truck was lovely. They had a short break for a picnic at around twelve, and now, at twelve-forty-five, they were heading back to Doc's garage again, as Marty knew that his parents would be back from brunch soon.

Marty felt happy, as he felt that he sure was an unique boy. Even if he didn't get to go to the lake, he had, over the past few days, managed to improve his family, get over the new timeline's chicken problem, and gain two semi-twins who looked just like him. Also, Lorraine was now approving of his girlfriend, Jennifer – and it was most likely that they'd be married, eventually. Marty was looking forward to that day, but knew not to rush it. After all, he was currently only 17. Time travel sure was strange, sometimes.

He felt really nervous, as he pulled up to the traffic lights, down at Hilldale. What would Jennifer's parents… and especially, his… say, once they would find out about the time machine? While Jennifer's parents would simply be shocked, Marty's parents would be more affected – as they'd realize their son played a big part in their High School lives. The seventeen-year-old felt terrified that they'd run out on the street panicking and tell Biff. He didn't need another Biff-ruled terror-reality.

Suddenly, Marty heard another truck pulling up next to him. He rolled his eyes, as he knew who it was – from the loud music blasting out of the speakers. He looked to his side, and recognized the school jerk – Needles, blasting the exact same music he was a fan of. Betcha on a buck that he's just doing it to look popular, while not liking it himself, Marty thought, while leaning backwards in a bored mood.

"Hey-hey!" Needles called out. "The big M. How's it hanging McFly."

"Hey Needles" Marty said, annoyed. I hope he's going away soon. He's one of the most annoying jerks I've ever seen… after Biff, of course.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Needles inspected the truck thoroughly, instead. "Nice set of wheels" he said in a tone that could made people who didn't know him think he meant it. "Let's see what she can do… next green light?"

Marty felt himself get mad at the jerk for again wanting to race him. Needles should know better by now. "Now thanks" he snapped, wondering why Needles would never leave him alone.

Needles snorted. "What's the matter?" he asked, tauntingly. "You chicken?"

Marty Three felt his temper rise. Relax, McFly, he told himself. You know how bad things can turn out. But still… He glanced at the other truck as the gang-members all sing-song: "McFly!"

"Marty!" Jennifer exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "Don't!"

Marty looked at her, firmly, letting her know that he wasn't going to back down on this. Well, actually… "Grab an hold on something" he said, as firm.

The engines revved up. The gang screamed. And finally, the light turned to green.

Marty immediately drove backwards, as Needles shot forwards. Jennifer looked at him, startled. "Did you do that on purpose?" she asked, stunned.

"Yeah" Marty Three said, smiling happily. "You think I was stupid enough to race that asshole?"

The two of them looked out of the window – and their eyes opened wide as Needles just swerved around a Rolls Royce pulling out from the right. "Jeez" Marty said, reality sinking in. "I would've hit that Rolls Royce. So that was what Doc was trying to warn me about. Thanks a lot, Doc. You're a real friend.

In the meantime, Jennifer pulled something out of her pockets. It was a paper, with on it written 'YOU'RE FIRED'. Before Marty could ask what it meant, it shimmered and erased. "It erased" Jennifer exclaimed, stunned.

Marty grinned. "Maybe the future ain't set for us, yet" he said, smiling. Boy, I guess this would've screwed up my life for good. But now, it's going to change. And no matter whatever you say, Old Biff Tannen, I am not going to flush my life through the toilet… I certainly am not.

oooooooo

George and Lorraine looked nervously around, as they, and Robert and Marlene Parker, entered the garage of Dr. Emmett Brown. However approving of spending time with 'Calvin's uncle' they had all been nervous about Jennifer and Marty hanging out with Doc. And now to go in there herself… Lorraine had never been willing to believe the rumours about Dr. Brown, but now she actually had to go in the garage herself…

Doctor Brown was already there, and the nervous look on his face brightened into a smile as he saw them arriving. "Ah!" he called out, checking the clock. "1:52 PM and 7 seconds – just seven minutes and fifty-three seconds early." He walked over to them. "It's nice to see all of you."

"Um, Doctor Brown," Robert started, "what is this all about? Why did you ask us to come? I know that Jennifer is hanging around your best friend, Marty… is something wrong with that? It's been that way, ever since Jennifer met him in 1982…"

"Oh, no, there's nothing wrong with that" Doc assured him. "But, well… there's something else I wanted to show you. All of you. Since Marty and I have been on a trip last night, and we brought something fascinating along with us. I am sure that you – all four of you – will be very interested and surprised."

Ignoring the frowns, Doc continued. "As you all know, I have built quite some devices in the past few years. Some of them worked, some of them were, unfortunately, failures. One of them that wasn't, though, was my flux capacitor – the device that makes travelling through time a reality."

Lorraine burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. "Now, come on, Dr. Brown" she chuckled. "You really expect us to believe that? You can't travel through time. Maybe aliens can be true, but time travel…" She shook her head. "It's known as impossible, and you should accept that."

"You think that" Doc corrected. "But time travel really is true. You see, when I was 35 years old, on November 5th, 1955, I was hanging a clock while standing on my toilet and the edge was wet so I slipped and hit my head and came up with this." He pulled out a thirty-year-old drawing. "The flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel possible.

That evening, your son, Marty McFly, came up to my house telling me he was from the future and had come here in a time machine that I invented. Initially, I didn't believe him, but when he showed me the DeLorean with a complete and working flux capacitor inside, I believed him." He sighed, smiling. "And if I remember correctly, you two have also told me over the years that November 5th 1955 was also the date you two first met Calvin Klein. And he looked similar to Marty, as you both know…"

"That's disgusting, Dr. Brown" Lorraine said, making a face. "You're suggesting that I went to the dance with my own son. That can't be true, no matter how much Calvin resembles Marty to a tee. It's just impossible."

"Improbable, but not impossible" Doc corrected, gently. "I did invent time travel, Lorraine. Don't you remember how insisting 'Calvin' was to get you together? He had to, since if he didn't he wouldn't have had any chances of being born."

"No" Lorraine whispered, getting pale. "No…" She looked up. "What happened after that?"

"After I send Marty home through the lightning bolt at the clock tower on November 12," Doc continued, "I spend thirty years at constructing the flux capacitor and the other needs for temporal displacement. It was quite hard, yes, but I finally finished it this summer. On October 26th, yesterday morning, I sent Marty back to 1955 only to meet him again just coming back. Afterwards, I travelled to the future with the DeLorean Marty had brought along.

In one word, 2015 was amazing. Flying cars, fusion energy for easy power supplies… but Marty's personal life was worse. He'd raced Douglas Needles at 1PM today, causing him to break his hand and screw up his music career. I also looked up his family, and it turned out that five days before, on October 21st 2015, Marty's son Marty Junior, had been jailed for a crime that Griff Tannen, Biff's grandson, persuaded him into."

"Griff Tannen" Lorraine whispered, in disbelief. "Flying cars…" No. It can't be… he must be making this up…

"Anyway, after I made the DeLorean able to fly, and rejuvenated myself – I lost about thirty years old age now – I headed back in time to yesterday morning to pick Marty up at your house" Doc continued. "That was why he was acting so strange yesterday Lorraine. It wasn't the Marty you knew, it was a Marty from a world where you two were unsuccessful. He changed his life by his first trip through time."

"It can't be" Lorraine whispered, although George was obviously starting to doubt that. "It just can't…"

"Marty and I succeeded in saving Junior from being persuaded by Griff, and Tannen went to jail instead" Doc said. "Marty had also bought a sports almanac 1950 to 2000, which I disapproved of and threw it away." He sighed. "Unfortunately, Jennifer was along with us – she was just coming by when I arrived, so we took her – and was found by the police and taken to her future home. And whilst I tried to save Jennifer, Biff Tannen stole the time machine and headed back to the past… with the sports almanac!"

"No" Lorraine whispered, shivering. "That was terrible, right?"

"Yes" Doc nodded. "Biff controlled the world, George was shot dead, you were married to Biff in 1973… I was committed. Marty was sent off to a Swiss boarding school." He sighed, as Lorraine almost fainted. "However, we never saw that world. We returned straight home to the twenty-sixth."

"Then how come you know about that world?" Marlene asked, curiously. "And how come you were able to return home right away? Shouldn't you return to that alternate world?"

Doc smiled. "That's my local counterpart to give credit for" he said. "Local Emmett managed to finish his time machine with help of Marty. You see, while my Marty returned home on October twenty-sixth, his did as well. Local Marty, Marty Two, returned from 1955 to an alternate world. He managed to break Local Doc out of jail, and meet the third Marty – who we've been calling Marty One – who'd just been sent home from Switzerland. They teamed up, and, in late November, met Susan Clayton, a local girl, and they also met your daughters, Robert and Marlene."

"We only have one child" Robert corrected. "Not two."

"In that world, you do" Doc said. "Ann Parker is Jennifer's twin – looks exactly like her. Anyway, they were let in on the secret because my counterpart fell in love with Susan. After finishing the time machine and a brief trip to 2010, they were confronted by Biff Tannen, who attempted to shoot them. Marty Two escaped back to 1958, and took the almanac away from 21-year-old Biff. When he returned, just fourteen hours ago, this world was restored in it's original form, that is, Non-Biff-Ruled."

"So there are two Marty's, now?" George asked, curiously.

Doc shook his head. "First, let me finish. Marty Two looked up me, was glad to see I wasn't dead – the last memory he had of his sixty-five-year-old Doc was me getting shot by Libyans – and then took Marty and me on another mission to 1958 and then the return to the alternate world. We managed to rescue our friends, and Marty – my Marty – managed to overcome his chicken problem, but if it hadn't been for your counterpart, Lorraine, we'd all be dead. You showed up – with a rifle pointing right at Biff."

"Sounds just like what he deserves" George said, shivering at the thought that in one world, he was actually dead. "I'm usually not into violence, but when it comes to Biff… especially a Biff who killed me…"

"Anyway, we managed to escape" Doc continued. "We returned to 1958, gave Biff quite a scare, burned his almanac and restored the world again to our reality. After a quick trip, we just returned from the past this morning – we at 6, and my counterpart and his crew at 7am." He pulled not one, not two, but three Marty's and Jennifer's closer. "May I introduce to you Martin Seamus McFly, local, Martin Seamus McFly, from the reality in which you two were unsuccessful, George and Lorraine, and Martin Seamus McFly, from the reality in which Biff ruled everything." He turned to the Jennifer's. "May I also introduce Jennifer Jane Parker, local, Ann Parker, Alternate world, and Jennifer Jane Parker, alternate world."

"Hi Mom" all six teenagers sing-song. "Hi Dad!" The adults smiled, as Marty Three stepped forward. "Mom, Dad, we already figured that my counterpart from the original reality should be adopted by you, and my other counterpart by Doc-A. Then, Ann could be adopted by you, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, and Jennifer from the other world by Doc and Susan from the Biff-horrific world."

"Um, that sounds okay" Lorraine said. "We should figure out what names to use, though…"

"We already got ourselves names" Marty Two interrupted his mother. "I'm going to be Calvin Arthur McFly, and my other self Michael Emmett Brown. Then, the alternate Jennifer will be Claudia, and Ann can just keep her name – as there really isn't one of her in this world."

"Um, all right" Marlene said, glancing up at another Doc and Susan, who were just entering the room. "So, you two will adopt our alternate daughter?"

"That's right" Doc One nodded. "I'll have to have my appearances altered, as two of me should be very farfetched. Then, I can also do the same with Susan – just in case she ever bumps into her local self." He smiled at her. "I really hope that everything is going to be all right, now."

"It will be" Doc Three said, smiling. He could clearly see that the Parkers and McFly's were starting to get loving feelings for their new adopted children. The future was looking good for all of them. "Oh, believe me. It will be."

November 30, 1985
07:52 PM

"Home sweet home!"

Michael Brown grinned at his father's enthusiastic reaction, as they entered the house. "Relax Dad" he told him. "There's nobody to hear you, anyway. There's no need to shout like that."

Emmett Lathrop Brown blushed. "I know, but I have to be enthusiastic about almost everything today. I actually got married! I never, ever believed that I could get married, especially not when Biff's power increased." He glanced at Susan Clayton – Susan Brown, he corrected himself – standing next to him. "And also, even if I'd get married, I wouldn't even hope to have such a beautiful and intelligent wife."

Now it was Susan's turn to blush. "Oh, Emmett" she whispered, kissing him. "And, talking about weird things – I don't believe I've ever heard of a couple that married on the same day they met."

"That's because most couples don't move to an alternate reality shortly after their first meeting, my dear."

"True, but still, we cut it close" Susan said. "It's been just a little over two months. That's not really long, taking in consideration how long most couples wait. Local Marty and Jennifer met over three years ago, and still they're not married. I suppose that's because it wasn't love at first sight for them – and they're also still young, and got time to spare."

Marty One shook his head, confused. "I can't believe how my other self is actually in love with Jennifer. It really freaks me out."

"Now Marty" Jennifer One teased, playfully. "Am I really that bad? That's how you make it sound… am I so ugly, that you wouldn't even think of even hanging around with me?"

"No, that isn't it" Marty One chuckled. "And you know that. The real reason is that I always saw you more as my sister than my romantic partner… especially now that we're adopted by Doc and Susan, and are both part of one family. Still, I suppose it's possible. You never know what the future brings, after all."

Jennifer One nodded. "So, you're going to leave now?" That question was directed to Doc and Susan, who were about to go on their honeymoon, which would bring the couple to Australia. Not exactly the most exciting place to go of course, but it was better weather than in America. A shy Doc had admitted that he was planning to surprise Susan on a short trip to France, afterwards, taking the DeLorean along – in order to see Jules Verne and the state France was currently in, about a hundred and forty years after Jules Verne grew up there. Marty One did consider it romantic, if your wife was such a fan of Verne's works as Susan was.

Doc nodded. "Are you sure you can handle being alone for two weeks?" he asked. "Not to sound paranoid, but…"

"You are sounding paranoid" Jennifer interrupted. "You've asked that exact same question for about twenty times, now."

"Well, I do care about you" Doc One protested. "This may not be Biff's world, but I still remember those days from before we got out of there. It was terrifying."

Marty One patted Doc's back, and Jennifer and Susan did the same. Doc then smiled, as he realized that unlike in the Biff-horrific world, he was not alone anymore. He had a family who cared for him. The future really was looking bright.

oooooooo

"Hey, Calvin."

Marty Two looked around a little surprised – then calmed down as he saw that it was his new twin brother, Marty Three. "Hi" he said, shyly. "It's nice to see you. How was your day at Jennifer's house?" Marty Two knew that, since it was Saturday, his counterpart had gone dating Local Jennifer tonight. "Just like old times, huh?"

Marty Three nodded, not missing the hint of jealousy in his counterpart's voice. "One day, you'll find a girlfriend as well" he assured his counterpart. "And until then, well, you can maybe use Ann."

Marty Two blushed, not really ready to let his counterpart know about his crush on Jennifer's new twin. "Yeah" he nodded, staring into the sky. "I figured I might as well do that."

It had been a long time, the teenager realized. Ever since he realized that he was in a new 1985, altered by Biff, many things had happened. Doc had been freed from the asylum, and they'd built a time machine. Marty smiled, as he knew that Doc One was happy, now. And Doc Three was happy that his counterpart was happy.

"It was quite a ceremony today, huh?" Marty Three asked. "It was nice to see that Doc One actually got a wife. I wonder if the same is Doc Three's fate, one day."

"Well, he now knows it's possible" Marty Two – Calvin – nodded. "It's good that he's reconsidered destroying the time machine. After all, the machine can cause many good, too. If it hadn't been built, my parents would still be wimpy losers. I would still have Jennifer, though."

"I'm sure that everything is going to turn out fine for everyone, now" Marty Three said, sighing deeply. "We've gone a long way since the horrors of Hell Valley… but the future is now looking better again. I do hope that I'll become a rock and roll star. And you?"

"I don't know, yet" Marty Two sighed. "I know Marty One is planning to follow in his new father's footsteps, and take up inventing. And me – well, I reconsidered the rock and roll thing. Maybe I can even take up acting, or teaching. Who knows what the future may hold for all of us."

"That's right" Marty Three said, standing up again and leaving. "That's right."

As Marty Two then looked at the stars, he realized that his last statement was actually untrue. You couldn't know for sure what the future would hold for you, but you could influence it. He remembered what Doc had said to him when he was depressed back in the alternate '85: the future is whatever you make it so make it a good one.

"And that's true" Marty Two whispered. "And I'll do it. I'll make my future a good one." He smiled, as he knew he would actually make his future happy – happier than he ever could've expected when he first met up with the alternate world when crashing into Essex theatre. And as he saw a falling star shooting through the sky, he wished for exactly that to happen to him.

And it would.

Oh, it would.

THE END.