"You sure this is gonna work, Doc?" Marty McFly questioned circling the new DeLorean, in which Dr. Brown was currently fitting a location device that would allow not only time travel but space travel. As amazing as it all sounded, the original time machine had caused them nothing but trouble, a time/space machine would no doubt cause even more. And as Marty would end up being the first passenger, he was really anxious about whether his older friend had worked out all the kinks,

"This time I'm 90% sure that it's in correct working order." Doc confirmed for Marty who was not entirely convinced judging by the look on his face,

"This time?" The teenager repeated whilst Doc loudly hammered the bonnet of the car for no apparent reason, "How many times have you tried to get this thing to work?"

"That's not important." Doc shook his head and set the hammer down on the side. He took one step back from the DeLorean he'd spent about a month trying to improve with little success but now he was almost positive he'd cracked it. All that remained was for it to be tested. Well, it could also use a good clean too but that was secondary. His teenaged assistant joined him and looked on at the DeLorean, recalling the trouble that time travel had caused. Although, it's overall coolness generally made up for it,

"So, where're we goin'?" He enquired with a smile; it seemed like ages since their last trip. A year to be exact,

"You're going to England and then returning." Doc instructed,

"Wait, I'm going alone?"

"Yes. If the DeLorean should malfunction, you will merely be temporarily stranded as this device..." he held up a simple box looking device that Marty did not seemed impressed with, "...will tell me where you are. I can bring the train and pick you up. Since I'm the only one who knows how to operate the train, it's the only logical solution." Doc finalised and although Marty understood his reasoning that did not in any way make him comfortable with it,

"Why'm I goin' to England?" Marty enquired; he didn't have a problem with England, but he could think of much better places to visit. Somewhere like the Caribbean for example,

"You'll blend in." Doc explicated whilst Marty looked down at himself wondering what aspect of him would be the part to blend in, his typical American 80's clothes or his American accent,

"I think you may need to re-evaluate this idea, Doc." The teenager remarked jocularly but Emmett seemingly ignored him. That or he didn't understand what was wrong with the idea in the first place,

"You all set?" Doc suddenly questioned and Marty was a little taken aback. They may have been working on this new DeLorean for a long time but surely that didn't mean Marty had to leave straight away. He hadn't warned anyone that he'd be leaving. Then again, he remembered that wasn't really a problem where time travel was concerned. He rolled his eyes and nodded whilst Doc rubbed his hands together glad that this was finally in motion, "Here's some English currency if worse comes to worse." He was handed some notes that he didn't take long studying since Doc was in an apparent rush, "And don't worry, should anything go wrong, the transmitter will let me know and I'll be there to pick you up." He attempted to comfort Marty who did not look particularly appeased by his words. Instead he pocketed the English currency and opened the driver's gull wing door,

"I'm all set, Doc." Marty McFly boarded the DeLorean as Doc opened his garage door so his assistant could drive smoothly up to 88MPH without driving into the door.

"Does anyone have any fucking idea where we are?" Simon demanded, hitting his head against the steering wheel; things seemed to be going from bad to worse for him. First his parents effectively ruined his life by telling him they were moving to Swansea. Then when he was trying to tell the love of his life how he felt, he accidentally broke into her younger brother's bedroom and told him instead. And now Simon and his friends were going on a camping trip and Neil had got them totally fucking lost in the middle of nowhere. They appeared to be on a countryside road with literally nothing surrounding them except a few tedious fields, which weren't useful at all. And being in the country meant a very low phone signal so now not only were they lost, finding their way back with Google Maps seemed out of the question. The only small consolation was that Will had brought a physical map. Not that he knew how to read it very well, despite what he insisted,

"We drove down this road earlier, I recognise that cow." Neil announced, pointing at a very specific cow as Will raised an eyebrow at how Neil could distinguish between cows. But he didn't question it, right now he was trying to get them back on the right road. Jay was being about as much help as Neil by sitting in the back, drinking the lager they'd brought with them. He didn't see what everyone was being so menstrual about to be honest. If they drove around enough, they'd find their way back,

"Okay, I think I know where we are. If we keep driving up this road-" Will began and then stopped himself, turning the map the other way around, "Never mind."

"Fucking hell." Simon moaned and hit the steering wheel with some force causing Will to jump and Jay to spill some of his lager which evidently didn't please him,
"For Christ sake, staying here isn't helping, Just drive until we reach a town or some shit." He suggested as he noticed a packet of crisps in the bag that he hadn't seen before and swiftly began eating them. Simon, on Jay's advice started the car and began driving whilst Neil attempted to get signal by opening the car window and Will was still exploring the different ways around the map could go.

On the surface it would seem a peaceful drive but that's only because Simon was pissed off, Will & Neil were busy and Jay was drinking so the quiet that had loomed over the car wasn't just quiet after all. The road seemed to go on for miles and the scenery wasn't much improving. Or so they thought. Without warning a car began driving straight towards them gaining speed. Simon just braked assuming the car would go around them but it didn't. It got closer and closer.

This was literally Marty's last chance to get back home. The DeLorean was extremely low on gas and he had nothing more to power the Mr. Fusion with. The bright yellow car in front of him would just have to stay there whilst he reached 88mph. Having driven to 88mph many times in the past, he was positive he could make it before colliding with the car in front. Granted the people in the car would be confused but he wasn't particularly interested in them. It shouldn't bother them anyway. He could see the car trying to time travel now as the white light had surrounded the car much to the astonishment of the passengers in the yellow car. Within five seconds the car had disappeared leaving a trail of flames behind. Of course, as anyone watching the scene play out would be able to tell you. The yellow car had somehow disappeared too.