Backwards Home
"The starter didn´t work again." Marty explained, getting out of the white truck with the big logo Emmet Brown Enterprises on it. He was more than relieved to find the DeLorean where he´d left it. "I had to walk the way." he explained. "That´s why I was late for … you know."
When he got in and tried the starter it suddenly worked. The engines came up with the smoothest sound a car ever made. Marty gave Doc an embarrassed smile.
"Never mind, Marty." Doc said. "Sometimes this car only works when it wants to. Come on. Follow me. After we brought the truck to my lab, I´ll give you a ride home. It´s time for you to get some sleep, kid."
"All right, Doc." Marty agreed and closed the door.
Doc drove on and led the way down the street, heading for his home. He threw a glance up into the nightly sky. Somewhere far ahead he spotted some moving lights. They began to sparkle only for a moment, and eventually disappeared into thin air. It was truly a relief to see the plan had worked out fine. It gave him some hope for the future.
Marty didn´t know about it. At least not the way he did. He hadn´t been there. He hadn´t seen it. And Doc figured that he really didn´t need to know. The kid was seventeen. He deserved a little more time. One day he would have to tell him, no doubt. But not yet. After all, they had some more years left. All good things to those who wait. He´d already waited thirty years. He would be able to wait just a little bit longer.
For now he had to do something more important. He had to go on a trip. If he really wanted to change things, he needed to get more information. These last thirty years he´d come across some evidence – at least it seemed like evidence to him – that the timeline he visited, was not the only one possible. Maybe the destruction he had seen, could be avoided after all.
Maybe, just maybe there was still some hope. But in order to know this for sure, and not to make any irreversible mistakes, he needed to find out the truth. And therefor he had to go once more, back to the future.