Chapter Five: 1915

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Hill Valley, California- 1915
"Say, what's that history book say about 1915?" Dawn asked.

"Well. I know that World War I was going on around this time." Brady stated.

"Only been going on for around a little over a year." He stated as he began flipping through the pages.

"Guys your age would be drafted." Scott stated.

"You're right.." Brady stated.

"Oh man, the Panama Canal just started to become active last year. I know that's not specific to Hill Valley but it is to Cali." Brady answered.

"Interesting. Anything about Hill Valley itself?" Dawn asked as they continued to walk.

"Ah, nothing that I know of." Brady responded.

"Hey, look!" Scott shouted, spotting town just a distance away.

The kids walked for about 30 minutes more before happening upon the town

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The kids walked for about 30 minutes more before happening upon the town. A lot had changed since 1885. The architecture had grown quite significantly in 30 years. The style was completely different from the Old West. Men walked with bowler hats and suspenders and white t-shirts. A lot of men wore suits and there were way more motorized vehicles that were simply the older models you always see in the movies. Black with square tops, open sides that just have these short little doors that close in next to you and your passenger as you drive. We walked between traffic as we entered the nice little town.

"We gotta find Doc. Maybe go into that tavern over there. We will wait outside." Scott said, telling Brady.

"You want me to go in alone?" Brady asked.

"I mean, well yeah you're the oldest lookin' one." He said.

Everyone stared awkwardly at them as they all had futuristic clothing on. Brady had on his jeans and sneakers and Jean jacket over his white t-shirt.

Scott had on jeans, converse, and a red t-shirt. Dawn had on big glasses, her hair much resembling her great great grandfather's, a yellow flannel shirt and jeans as well as converse of her own.

"Fine." Brady responded, headed into the tavern.

Brady walked inside, the bar looking similar to how it did in Back to the Future III.

"We don't serve minors here city slicker!" The bartender who was a cranky old man shouted.

"City sli-!?" Brady began.

"Your clothes. Where'd you get them from, some fancy shmancy store over in New York?" He laughed.

A bunch of men in suit coats sat at the bar, staring at the kid.

"He said scram!" A loud mouthed man in a suit coat shouted.

"I'm just looking for someone." Brady responded.

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