Destiny Future Part III

Festival

The townspeople gathered around for the dedication of the clock tower. 

"Ladies and gentlemen! As mayor of Hill Valley, it gives me great pleasure to dedicate this clock to the people of Hill County. May it stand for all time! Tell me when, gentlemen!" The Mayor said.

The townspeople counted down. "3... 2... 1... NOW!" 

The mayor started the clock, that will eventually end up in the clock tower and be destroyed 70 years later. 

"Let the festivities begin!" The mayor said, setting off fireworks. 

Doc, Alex, and Marty were watching the festivities from a few yards away from everyone else.

"Y'know, in a way it's fitting that we are here to witness this." Doc said.

"Since we're the ones who destroy it in 70 years." Alex laughed.

"Too bad I didn't bring my camera." Marty said.

Just then there was a great flash of light and click near the clock. The nineteenth century photographer was taking pictures of people near the clock. The three look at each other.

Alex grabbed Doc and Marty, and dragged them to the clock. 

The photographer set up the camera. "Ready?" 

"The only problem is, we'll never be able to show anybody this photo." Doc said.

"Smile." The photographer said. 

Marty wrapped his arm around Alex, and lightly rested his hand on her waist. She leaned closer to him. Doc stood on the other side of the clock. 

There was a great flash of light again. 

Music began in the town square. The three went over, and watched the townspeople dancing. 

"What great music." Doc said.

"Yeah, it's got a beat, and you can dance to it." Marty replied.

"Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest products from Colonel Samuel Colt's Patent firearms of Hartford, Connecticut. Take this model for example." Marty and Alex turned and watched the Colt gun demonstration. "The new, improved and refined Colt Peacemaker. Available to you tonight for the low, low price of $12."

"Young man, want to give it a try?" The man asked Marty. 

"No, No, thanks." He turned to talk to Doc, but he was unaware that he had been gone for a long time. "Hey Doc." He noticed that Doc wasn't there, and his eyes move to the dance floor.

"Look at him go." Alex said, watching her grandfather.

"He can dance?" Marty asked.

The man kept pestering Marty to try the gun. "Hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon." 

"I'll do it." Alex said, getting annoyed. 

"I'm afraid this isn't for a dainty lady like you miss." The man said.

"You just said a baby can handle it. So, Hand me the gun." Alex insisted.

The man caved, and handed her the gun. "Be careful sweetheart." 

Marty turned, and watched Alex. 

Alex shot four or five times in succession. Her marksmanship was so fantastic, it stunned Marty, and the salesman. She flipped the gun back to the man. 

"Hey, just tell me one thing miss, where'd you learn to shoot like that?" 

"7-Eleven." Alex said, walking back to Marty.