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AFTER RUNNING all the way to the quiet part of the neighborhood, the two couldn't find George who had disappeared on his bike. Marty let go of Emma, stopping to look around. Marty noticed George's bike propped up against a tree. Emma looked up seeing George eagerly looking somewhere with a pair of binoculars. She looked in the direction of where George eagerly looked. He definitely wasn't bird watching. "My god..." Emma started turning to Marty. "your dad's a peeping Tom." "Oh would you shut up?" Marty hissed, scrunching his face up in disgust over Emma's small giggles. George falls from the branch moments later, landing in the middle of the road where a mint green colored car was unknowingly headed right for him. "Dad!" Marty shouted, pushing George out of the way. "Marty!" Emma yelled as the car hits him as he hits his head on the pavement. She immediately rushed to a now unconscious Marty's side. The man in the mint green car ran out while looking to George who escaped on his bike. "Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you?" "Mr. McFly!" Emma scoffed. "George!" Emma shouted, correcting herself. The only thing she got in return was a horrified look from George as he continued to bike away. "Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car!" The man hollers. He looks down to Emma who held Marty in her arms. He knelt down to Emma's side. "I'm sorry about your boyfriend here. Help me take him in the house would ya?" Emma and the man hoist Marty up, taking him into the house.
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"Mom, is that you?" Marty moaned in pain. He held onto what he thought were his blankets. "There, there, now, just relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours now." The woman said, dabbing a wet cloth on his bruised forehead. The woman sounded just like his mother. So she had to be. This terrible nightmare was finally over. "I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible." "Well, safe and sound now in good old 1955." "1955?" Marty exclaimed, forcing himself up to meet the woman in the light who's bed he was laying in. "You're my ma—you're my ma..." "My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines." "Yeah, but you're uh," Marty stammered, looking his mother up and down in horror. "you're so...you're so thin." "Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head." Lorraine said softly, reaching for him. Marty jumped back, whipping the blanket off of him to reveal nothing but his underwear. Marty shrieked, covering himself back up again. "Where're my pants?" "Over there, on my hope chest." Lorraine said with a heavy sigh. "I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin." "Calvin, why—why do you keep calling me Calvin?" "Well that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein. it's written all over your underwear." Lorraine says reaching for Marty's crotch. He jumps back leaving Lorraine confused. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?" "Actually, people call me Marty." "Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin...Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?" Lorraine asked, strutting towards him and sitting uncomfortably close. "No, fine, no , good, fine, good." Marty stuttered as Lorraine came closer. He backed up as much as he could. "That's a big bruise you have there." Lorraine said, reaching for Marty. He yelped as he jumped back, falling off the bed backwards. He groaned, quickly placing the blanket over him. The only thing that rushed through this fleeting mind was: Where's Emma? I need Emma! Of course when I need her she's not here. Typical. "Uhm, Lorraine?" The brunette whipped her head up in a flash. "Where's Emma?" Lorraine looked to Marty—I'm sorry, Calvin in confusion. "Emma? Brown hair with slight blonde highlights in the sun. She has these big hazel eyes that sparkle. And uh, every time she smiles her cheekbones show and she has pink lips." Lorraine tilted her head, crossing his arms. "Oh, yes. She's downstairs. What interesting clothes she has." Lorraine said. Her confidence becoming bruised for a moment. "Oh thank god! Thought I lost her." Marty chuckled in relief, clutching his chest. "Calvin?" Marty slowly lifted his head. "Who is Emma? Your girlfriend?" "What? No! I mean, no! I guess not. Not at the moment." Marty watched his mother's face turn from a frown to a wide smile. He seriously regretted saying no. "Lorraine, are you up there?" A woman called from downstairs. "My god, it's my mother." Lorraine worried. "Put your pants back on." The Baines girl ordered, throwing Marty's pants to him. He's never been so glad to put on his pants in his entire life.
