Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

Marty stiffened and turned around slowly to face the principal.
“Where is he, anyway” Strickland asked, eyeing the teen carefully.
Not now, Marty thought, forcing a smile onto his face. Just ignore him, he’s just trying to get you into
detention again…
“He’s… he just went out of town for a while,” Marty replied as casually as he could, hoping that
Strickland wouldn’t ask any more questions.
“Ah. I see. I was just wondering.” The principal went back to his deskwork, leaving Marty free to go.
Marty left the office, heaving a sigh of relief at the close call. If Strickland had decided to probe further…
One simple reply on Doc’s whereabouts could lead to another, and if the matter of time travel happened
to slip out along the way… who knew what would happen
He ran down the steps of Hill Valley High and skated straight over to Doc’s garage, his short visit to the
principal’s office almost completely forgotten by the time he had unlocked the door and sat down by the
computer.
Almost. Marty wondered just how many people knew that Emmett was no longer living in 1985. His
parents, for one, probably thought that the inventor was still around and Marty was hanging around with
him as usual, or they would have been wondering just what it was that a seventeen-year-old found so
intriguing about an empty garage that he had to visit it every day.
Jennifer knew, of course. He had told her about everything that had happened since the twenty-sixth of
October that year; it felt good to share all that with someone else besides Doc. At least he had
someone to talk to in his own time period regarding his time travel experiences. No one else would
believe him.
Marty turned on the computer and accessed his e-mail to be rewarded with the sight of a new e-mail
message:
From - julesvernefan@yahoo.com
To - futureboy85@hillvalley-online.com
Subject: RE: Does it work
Marty!
I can't believe it! I invented something that actually works! Again!
I believe I told you this when I first gave you the computer, but just as a reminder, DO NOT
look yourself up on the Internet. By now, you would very likely have an idea of the kind of
danger that might pose to the space-time continuum.
- Doc
The teen logged off his e-mail account and spent the rest of the day happily surfing the ‘Net for answers
to his homework, his guitar practice forgotten.
Chapter Six
11 th November 1895, Monday
Hill Valley, California
Verne was mad. His Game Boy Advanced was missing, just when he wanted to play with it. A
confrontation revealed Jules to be the one who had taken it, and Verne tried desperately to think of
something that would make his brother return his precious toy to him.
He couldn’t think of anything.
“Give it back!” Verne yelled again with all the energy a young boy could muster.