LITERATURA CITADA

Jennifer and Marty got out of the black 4 X 4 Pickup truck and walked silently together down to the railroad tracks. Wreckage was strewn everywhere. They waded among the debris.

"You're right" she remarked, "there's not much left."

Sadly, he picked something up from the debris and looked at it. "Doc's never coming back." He was holding a torn and burned piece of the old photo which showed Doc standing alone by the clocktower and said, "I'm sure gonna miss him, Jennifer."

Suddenly, without warning there was a large FLASH and the familiar sound of a time jump. Their hair was blown back and then they themselves fell backward as well as a train

appeared on the tracks before them! It had the letters ELB embossed on its side.

The train had all kinds of futuristic accessories. It even had a wing door like the Delorean. It opened and Doc and Clara emerged. Marty was pleased, Jennifer was totally stunned.

The Browns introduced their kids, both boys, Jules and Verne and Marty and Jennifer to each other.

“Doc, I thought I'd never see you again.” A relieved Marty said.

Doc explained that he had to come back and get Einstein and that he didn't want Marty to worry about him. He gave Marty a gift. It was the photograph they both took together at the clock tower commemorative in 1885.

Jennifer interrupted, holding the blank fax sheet out to Doc and asking him what it meant. Doc said, "it means your future isn't written yet, no one's is, your future is what you make it, so make it a good one, both of you!"

He told his boys to buckle up and told Marty and Jennifer to stand back. They said goodbye.

Marty asked him if he was going back to the future. Doc shook his head. "Already been there."

The train rose up into the air, hovering and its wheels folded into the underside of the train. It turned and moved away from them a bit as they watched. It then shot up and over them, vanishing in a flash, leaving behind a flame trail.

Not far off, in someone's back yard, Biff stood with binoculars surveying the entire scene. He'd been watching the whole thing.

“So,” he spoke to himself, “Doc Brown invented a time machine!” He stopped. “Wait a minute, there's something familiar about that!”

* * * * * * * * * *

A Policeman got back into his cruiser after taking one last look around the wreckage at the train crossing. Biff's detailing van pulled up and he and his crew jumped out dressed in coveralls. The officer waved. Biff approached the cruiser and handed him a wad of bills through the window.

“What do you think?” Biff asked the officer.

Counting his money the officer replied, “Go ahead, there's no casualties. Looks like someone just parked a Delorean on the tracks and then walked away. Witnesses say some crazy kid in a cowboy suit was driving it right on the tracks but there's no sign of him.” He held up a license plate that read “outatime.” “It's registered to an Emmett Brown.”

Biff nodded. “I know him.”

The officer chuckled. “Everyone knows that crazy old man. I'm off to talk to him right now.”

Biff told the officer, “good luck, I bet you won't find him.” The officer looked at him quizzically.

“... at home I mean.” Biff said.

“I'll let ya'll get to it,” said the Officer as he looked at the sky. “It'll be getting dark soon so you best get a move on. I told the city that I'll take care of the debris here, I'll need some of it to show for my effort.”

“No problem,” said Biff, “I'll get up with you later.” The backed up and left.

Biff barked orders to his henchmen who were just kicking around the debris. “I want every last nut and bolt!” He saw one of his crew reach down and unwrap a piece of a streamer flag from an axle. His eyes widened and he hurried over there.

“Let me see that,” he ordered, snatching it out of the man's hand. He turned it over and over, as if lost deep in a memory. It looked ancient and practically crumbled in his hand.

His memory from 1955 had never been the same since the accident, but there was one night he never forgot. November 12, 1955. He thought of the tunnel chase, after Calvin Klein

stole the book for him. He could still remember the odd device the kid used, seeming to float along above the highway. He remembered at the edge of the tunnel, some flying machine swooped in with a multicolored streamer.

Biff looked at the piece of matching streamer in his hand, ancient and crumbling. He remembered as Klein grabbed the streamer and just floaed up in the air. In his memory he could now see Doc Brown in the flying machine.

Doc yelled, "hang on Marty" and lifted the machine up, carrying Marty to safety. “A flying Delorean.” Biff muttered. Then his mind went to just a few hours earlier. He came out of the house to show Marty Mcfly his new detailing business cards, just in time to see a flying Delorean take off and disappear in a fiery trail in the sky.

He remembered that night in 1955 again. He saw himself watching as Calvin Klien floated away in total disbelief. When he looked back at where he was going, he was headed straight for a manure truck. He spun sideways and clipped the truck, the same way he done a few days earlier in front of the diner. Once again his car and even his mouth were filled with manure. He spit manure out of his mouth and screamed, “MANURE! I HATE MANURE!"

Biff just sat there, staring at the crumbling streamer. He clenched his fist and it turned practically to dust.

The friend who found the streamer asked him, “what's that?” Biff just scowled. “Never mind, just keep working!”

The man shrugged and went back to gathering parts up. Biff stared at the string that held the streamer.

“Marty Mcfly...” he muttered, “or should I say CALVIN KLEIN? You cost me MILLIONS OF DOLLARS, you sonofabitch, and now, I'm going to take it out of your ASS! “

EPILOGUE

Marty Mcfly stood on the dark stage in the spotlight, with a beautiful electric Gibson SG, playing the opening notes to “Folsom Prison Blues.”

Johnny case began singing. He sang the first few verses as the song was known. Then he stepped away from the microphone and motioned to Marty, who stepped up to the microphone and began singing “Hill Valley Blues” as he had come up with it in the Hill Valley Jail years earlier when he and Johnny had met.

“When I was just a baby my mama told me, Son, When you're grown up I want you to have fun But I got stuck in Hill Valley, in 1955

Marty looked Johnny's way and grinned when he sang the last verse: When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

In 1985, a much aged Marty Mcfly entered his office building and walked down the hallway carrying a set of binoculars. He looked tired. It had been a long night. The walls in the hallway were lined with gold records and photographs and news articles. They showed him, Marty Mcfly, playing on stage with, not only Johnny Cash, but numerous famous artists. There was photos of him playing at Woodstock. There was also news articles following the glowing career of Author George Mcfly.

He stopped at a door to an office. The door had large initials that read “BM.”

He entered and approached a cluttered desk. He sat down and looked at a copy of a letter he'd recently mailed out.

Dear Mr. Mcfly, thank you for your submission, we were very pleased with what we heard and believe that your band has great potential. You definitely have a bright future and we would like to be a part of it. Give us a call at the number below and make an appointment. We must sit down with you and the rest of your band to discuss this brilliant future more in depth. Sincerely, Big Mac, President of Mac Daddy Records.