REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)

In less normal circumstances, even if your best friend decides to go live his life, say, in the late nineteenth
century, you can still get together now and then and go save the universe or something like that.
But where the fabric of space-time is concerned, some things are final.
With the exception of Marty and Ted, who lived in the same state in the same country on the same planet in
the same time in the same universe, the four of them never saw each other again.
Unless I decide to write a sequel, whereupon you can forget that last sentence.
There's nothing much left to be said, really.
Luke Skywalker, Zeran Laivon and Tasel Seryt would spend quite a while together wandering the woods of
the Nexus in search of the elusive Babel, occasionally departing from their quest to embark on adventures in
other worlds.
Frank Bannister would spend his life subsisting mostly on free pizzas. While out walking one day, he
stumbled across a ded shepe and took its ghooste as a pet. He named it Mike. Eddie never took too kindly
to it, and was often seen sulking on his Chesterfield sofa.
The sheep that left Marty’s room finally wandered off and fell into Eastwood Ravine. A few hundred years
later, several archaeologists were very surprised to discover a sheep skeleton there, along with what looked
like the remnants of a towel.
Dem could now and then be spotted popping up in various universes to help people out when it seemed that
there was no hope left. Slowly but surely, he is still tearing the space-time continuum up.
Bill and Ted lived happily ever after. Due to the events of the past few days, however, history changed such
that in their universe, the Wyld Stallyns never became anything more than a regular band whose members
couldn't play too well. But they were fine with that. In the future, Marty would occasionally come visit them,
or vice versa, and they would talk, and they would remember the events of early December 1985.
As for Marty, it didn't take him long to get over the whole issue of being fictional in another universe. He
decided that whenever he had the feeling he was being watched, he would just go and do something that no
film producer in his or her right mind would ever think of filming; such as spending long minutes huddled in a
dark closet and singing about green bottles.
And everything appeared to be fine, everything appeared to be normal.
Until Christmas morning three days later, when there was a knock on the door.
Marty answered it to find a young deliveryman standing there.
"Hi, are you Marty McFly"
"Yeah."
"I've got a delivery for you... if you'd just sign here..."
Marty picked up the pen on the clipboard and scribbled his signature, then took the light rectangular
package from the man. "Thanks."
The delivery guy smiled. "Merry Christmas."
The teen smiled back. "Yeah, you too. Have a nice day."
"Will do."
The man turned and left for his van, and it was only as Marty watched him enter it that he noticed the words
printed at the side of the vehicle:
SPECIAL BOOK DELIVERIES (We do bottles, too!)