September 5, 1885
2:45 p.m.
Marty's POV
I talked into my walkie-talkie and called, "Doc, come in."
Doc was about eighty feet away, working on the De Lorean and responded, "Check, Marty."
Annie smiled and said, "Great, Doc! These things still work!"
Doc, Annie, and I went over to a scale model of the railroad tracks and started to say, "Forgive the crudity of this model..."
Annie interrupted and responded, "We know, Doc. It's not built to scale."
I patted Doc on the back and said, "Don't worry, Doc. It's beautiful."
And this was the truth. It looked like time and effort were put into it like Doc knew we were coming. Nah, he seemed pretty surprised to see us a few days ago.
Doc explained, "Alright. Tomorrow night, Sunday, we'll load the De Lorean onto the tracks here on the spur right by the old abandoned silver mine. The switch track is where the spur runs off the main line 3 miles into Clayton...Shonash...ravine."
Annie admitted, "It's going to be weird calling it Shonash ravine."
Doc continued, "The train leaves the station at 8:00 Monday morning. We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars from the tender, throw the switch track, and hijack..." I shot him a look, and he corrected himself, "Borrow the locomotive and use it to push the time machine. According to my calculations, we'll hit 88 miles per hour just before we hit the edge of the ravine, at which point we'll instantaneously arrive in 1985 and coast safely across the completed bridge."
I pointed at a windmill and asked, "What does this mean?"
Annie looked freaked and blurted out, "Point of no return!"
Doc explained, "That's our failsafe point. Up until that point, we can stop the locomotive before it plunges over the ravine. But once we pass that windmill, it's the future or bust."
I watched as Doc hooked up stuff to do some experiments to see how it would go. Doc caught the model De Lorean before it hit the ground.
He smirked and said, "It couldn't be simpler."
Annie shook her head and responded, "We're so dead."
I shot her a look and moaned, "Why did you have to go and say that?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
A familiar female voice called out, "Hello, Emmet? Are you in?"
Doc turned lovey-dovey and whispered, "It is Clara. Quick, hide the De Lorean!"
We quickly put the sheet over the De Lorean, and Clara came in. Annie hid the model De Lorean behind her back.
Clara commented, "I hope I'm not disturbing anything."
Doc shook his head and stated, "Oh, no! Not at all! We were just doing some model railroading."
She smiled and turned to Doc as she replied, sweetly, "Emmet, when my bags were thrown from the wagon, my telescope was damaged. And... since you expressed an interest...in science, I thought you might be able to repair it for me. I would pay you, of course."
Doc shook his head and responded, "Oh, no. I wouldn't think of charging for you this."
He opened the case and took out the telescope. He pulled it out, then put it in front of his eye and closed the other.
"I think the lens may be out of alignment because if you move it this way, the image turns fuzzy, see? But, when you turn it the other way," she suggested moving very close to him.
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Cousin's in Time: Part III
FanfictionIgnoring Doc's warning to go back to 1985, Marty and Annie go back to 1885 to save Doc... who has fallen head over heels in love with a woman named Clara Clayton. Can the two save their love struck friend before it is too late? Or will it be too lat...