Chapter 2
DOC and Marty looked at Lorraine who was standing there. "Lorraine" said Marty, "What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same thing, Marty." said Lorraine, "I'm here on an exchange student program. What brings you here?" "My Doc...my uncle brought me here." said Marty indicating to Doc. "Well, Doctor Brown." said Lorraine, "I'm surprised to meet you." "I know." said Doc, "I'm surprise to meet you here too." "Marty." asked Lorraine, "Is your Aunt Calpurnia coming with you?" "No Lorraine." said Marty, "She's still in Rome." Then, to himself he said Back in 44 B.C. Then, Lorraine asked Marty "How about that sweet girl that you introduced me a couple of years ago?" "You mean, Jennifer?" asked Marty, "Well you know that she's-I mean-well, she's at her grandmother's for the Thanks...uh, she didn't come with us either." "I see." said Lorraine, "You and her are getting along aren't you?" "Yeah." said Marty, "Like a couple of teenagers." "I was afraid something went wrong between you two. "Get outta town. We're doing fine. She just couldn't come along with us." he said, "Lorraine. How's George? Isn't he coming with you?" "He didn't make it either." said Lorraine, "And I'm glad. I had a falling out with him." "What happened?" asked Marty. "I was going over to his place to say goodbye." said Lorraine, "And I caught him in the act of watching some girl skinny-dipping in the her backyard with his binoculars." "Well, that's too bad." said Marty, "But eventually you two will kiss and make up." "I don't think so." said Lorraine. "Trust me." said Marty, "You will. You have too. If not..." "Marty!" whispered Doc. "Oh yeah." whispered Marty back to Doc. "You're better suited for me, Marty." said Lorraine. She started to come on to him. Marty reeled back. "Doc." he whispered, "We've gotta do something." "Like what?" whispered Doc back to Marty, "Explain that you're her future son? She'll think you're avoiding her." "Doc." asked Marty, "Isn't that what I'm trying to do?" "Oh Calvin." said Lorraine. By then, she was nearly on top of him. "Lorraine." said Marty, "Isn't that Biff?" "Biff?" asked Lorraine. She turned around to look. As she did, Marty slipped away and he and Doc ran into the church hall.
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Once inside, the two time travelers got seperated. Marty found himmself backstage nearly crashing into some musical instruments with sheet music on the floor. "Geez." said Marty, "What litterbugs." Picking up the sheet music and putting them on the chair, Marty overheard a voice saying "You're on." Somebody shoved him a guitar and the sheet music he colected and pushed him onstage. Marty looked around. There was a big audience out there. Marty looked at the sheet music and started performing. The music he was playing was skiffle, the earlier form of British rock in England. This one was called "Jack O' Diamonds." And he was playing so well that the people attending liked it. Marty proceeded to perform more skiffle songs like "Rock Island Line", and "Congland Gap". After "Congland Gap", Doc found Marty. Marty was overjoyed to see him. "Doc." he said, "It's good to see you." "I know, Marty." said Doc, "Com'on. Things are happening too fast. Your mother's in the audience and she's seen you perform. Let's get out of here and back to the DeLorean." "Right Doc." said Marty. After that, they both left.
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After seeing Marty perform, Lorraine tried to follow him backstage but was stopped by a young man with curly blonde hair and a checkered shirt. "Did you see that, young man?" she asked him. "I sure did." said the man. He had a British accent. "And he stole our act." he went on to say, "Those were all the songs we were supposed to perform." "We?" asked Lorraine. "Yeah." said the Englishman, "Me group, the Quarrymen." "Mister-uh." said Lorraine. "Lennon." said the young chap, "John Lennon. And it looks like me career as a rock star is finished before it got off the ground." "Mr. Lennon." said Lorraine, "I know that young man. He would never do a thing like that. He's such a dreamboat." "He's an asshole." said Lennon, "A real jerk." Lorraine continue to listen to John Lennon carry on about what Marty-Calvin Klein did.
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For once, something other than Doc's time machine worked. The contraption designed to stave off any more rats did it's job. And now, it was time for Doc to turn it off and store it in the DeLorean. As he did, he instructed Marty "Set the time circuits for November 29, 1986 1:10 a.m. and the destination location for Hill Valley, California." "Right, Doc." said Marty. Then, After Doc closed the trunk he reached in the back seat for a packet of manure and dumped it into Mr. Fusion. "I think we're all set." said Doc as he got in, "Fasten your seatbelt, Marty while I activate the cloaking and hover devices." Marty did. Turning the ignition, Doc lifted the car off the ground and into the opening in the roof. Then, after it was clear of the warehouse, Doc put his foot to the accelerator and kicked it up to 88 miles per hour and through the time barrier.
Saturday, November 29, 1986
Hill Valley, California
1:10 a.m.
A moment later, Doc and Marty found themselves over Hill Valley in the middle of the night. After landing the DeLorean in front of Marty's house, Doc let him out. Then he said "Marty, I'm going home for some shut-eye. I'll see you tomorrow night at the gig." "Okay, Doc." said Marty, "Good night." After the passenger door closed, the DeLorean drove off to Elmdale Dr. Then, Marty turned to the house and went in via the side through his bedroom window. After getting out of his clothes and into his pajamas, he knocked off to sleep.
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Marty was awaken by his radio. But instead of hearing the usual rock-and-roll music from it, he heard an orchestra playing classical music. What the hell? Marty asked himself. The music just finished when the radio announcer said "That was Beethoven's Ninth Symphony in D-minor. Also known as Ode to Joy. Here on the classical station KKHS." KKHS? Marty asked himself, That's a rock station. What the hell's going on here? Marty tried some other stations. Some of them had the big bands. Others were jazz. Still others had the classical stuff. And there were some religious stations, sports talk, news, and just plain talk. But no rock-and-roll. Then, a knock was heard. "Marty." said a voice, "Are you up?" It was his mom. "Just a moment, Mom." said Marty as he went to the door. He opened it, and saw his mother. What he saw of her shocked him. She was wearing a dress and had a hairstyle reminiscent of women her age during the 1950's. "Marty." said Lorraine, "You'd better get dressed. Breakfast is ready." "Mom." said Marty, "What the hell are you wearing." "Marty!" said a shocked Lorraine, "Watch your language. We don't tolerate that talk in this house." Marty was stunned at what he heard. Except for her appearance, his mother had reverted back to the way she was before Marty went back in time and interfered with her and George's first meeting. "Okay, Mom." said Marty, "I'll change." After closing the door, Marty went to his closet. What he saw also shocked him. There were only a handful of jeans, but a lot of checkered shirts. There were also an abundance of suits. And some khakis simular to the ones that Doc wore when he and Marty had traveled back and forth from 2015 to 1955 during the time Old Biff had tampered with the time line with that Almanac. This is nuts. said Marty to himself. So put on the clothes he wore the day before.
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What Marty saw next when he came out to the dining room was unbelievable. His sister Linda was also wearing a dress. Not only that, she was wearing bobby socks. "Linda." asked Marty, "What's that you're wearing?" "Marty." said Linda, "The same thing girls my are have been wearing for the last thirty-five years." Thirty-five years? asked Marty to himself, What the hell's going on here? Seeing the day's newspaper nearby, Marty went over to pick it up. Checking out the date it read:
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 29,1986
1986? said Marty to himself, It can't be. Then, a voice was heard. It was Dave's. "Marty." he said, "Don't hog the whole paper." Marty turned to him. Dave was wearing a suit. But, after Marty's trip to 1955 a year ago, that was normal. "Sorry, Dave." said Marty handing him a peace of the paper. Dave was more concerned about Marty. "Marty." he said, "Are you alright." "Yeah." said Marty, "Everything's alright. I think." Turning around, he looked at the wall in the den. The framed newspaper article about the Beatle's saving the clock tower was gone. "Dave." said Marty, "Linda. Come here." They did. "Yes, Marty." asked Linda. "That newspaper article that dad wrote." said Marty. "What article?" asked Dave. "The one that was framed." said Marty, "The one dad won an award for that." "What article was that?" asked Linda. "The one about the Beatles saving the clocktower during their trip here in 1965." "Beetles?" asked Dave. "Marty." said Linda, "Why would dad write an article about some cute bugs saving the clock tower?" "Better yet." said Dave jokingly, "Why would dad write an article about a car saving the clock tower?" "Car?" asked Marty. "Yeah." said Dave, "Volkswagon beetle." "Dave, Linda." said Marty, "The Beatles. You remember them. Linda, you heard of them. They're that famous rock group that not only saved rock-and-roll but revolutionized it." "Never heard of them." said Linda. "Me neither." said Dave. "Children." said Lorraine, "What's going on here?" "Marty's having a cow over some insects saving the clock tower." said Linda. "The Beatles are no insects, Linda." retorted Marty, "They were a rock-and-roll group during the mid-sixties." Then, George came in. "What's going on here." he asked. "Dad." said Marty, "That article of yours." "What article?" asked George. "The one about the clocktower." said Marty, "The one that the Beatles pitched into save in 1965." "Insects saving the clocktower?" exclaimed George, "Marty, are you alright?" "No." said Marty, "I'm not alright. I don't understand a damn that's going on here and why no one's giving me a straight answer." "Marty, calm down." said George, "What this talk about beetles?" "The Beatles, Dad." said Marty, "You did an article on them. You won an award for it. There was even a photo of them pitching in." "Insect?" asked George. "No, Dad." said Marty, "The four guys who came from England as a rock group..." "Rock group, Marty?" asked Lorraine. "Rock-and-roll." said Marty. "Marty." said Lorraine, "Rock-and-roll died out twenty-seven years ago." "It did?" asked Marty. "No, it couldn't be. The Beatles saved rock-and-roll. Without them..." Then turning to his mother, he said "Mom. Don't you remember John Lennon? You told me the story yourself yesterday. You've been telling us a thousand times now how you met John Lennon before he was famous." "Well, I vaguely remembered a John Lennon." said Lorraine, "But that was when I was in England." "There you see." said Marty to the rest of the family. "George." said Lorraine, "Do you remember Calvin Klein?" "Yes I do, Lorraine." said George. "Well, he was there too." said Lorraine, "And John Lennon was mad at him for stealing his act. It was at this festival I attended in Liverpool. And Calvin Klein was there. I still can't forget it. 'Jack of Diamonds', 'Rock Island Line'and Congland Gap'. And he played it so well. But this Lennon guy insisted that Calvin stole his act. Poor man. This John person acted like his career was finished before it got off the ground. It was also the last time I ever saw Calvin Klein." Marty heard enough of this. "Oh my God." he said, "I've killed rock-and-roll." "What Marty?" asked Lorraine. But, Marty was speechless. Feeling dizzy he, fainted.
End of Chapter 2