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

“Oh,” said Rob, looking a little disappointed. “Yeah, I see. Well, then… I guess it’s getting late, huh”
He fingered the screenplay in his hands and held it up. “I’ll send this over to the guys and see what they
think of it… and I’ll try to get back to you by next week.”
“Thanks.”
“No prob.”
Walking home that evening, George ran through for the umpteenth time in his mind all the events that
time and again had led him to think that there was something very strange going on in his life. Firstly,
there was the Darth Vader incident that he had told Rob Galkis about. Secondly was that time in 1977
when then-eight-year-old Marty had set fire to the living room rug – an event that had been predicted in
the same week in 1955 that the Darth Vader thing had happened.
That had been one eventful week, if George remembered completely. It was the week when that
strange person named Calvin ‘Marty’ Klein (Calvin Klein) had first made his appearance and seemingly
disappeared without a trace when the week was over; it was the week that had the day a yet-to-beinvented
Star Wars character scared him early one morning with a hairdryer; it was the week when he’d
first kissed Lorraine at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance; it was the week when he’d first stood up
to Biff; it was also the week of the great Hill Valley lightning storm.
George had the strange feeling that there had been something more going on in his life, something that
he didn’t know anything about. Then again, of course, maybe he was just going senile and his past
memories were getting a little distorted. But he could remember it all so clearly…
There had to be a logical explanation for all this. There was always a logical explanation for everything,
no matter how outrageous, and he had a feeling he knew where to start.
Letting himself into his house – which was deserted; everyone was out – George went to his room and
did a search among the older junk in his cupboards, finally emerging triumphant with the Hill Valley High
1955 Yearbook.
He flipped through the yellowed pages until he had found the ones he had been looking for: several
black-and-white photographs taken of the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.
Flip. There was a photo of Mr. Strickland in his younger days, still bald as usual though and looking
rather annoyed. There was a photo of George himself, dancing with a spaced-out expression on his
face. On the other side was a photo of Biff Tannen with some book stuck in his back pocket. Next to it
was a photo of some people he didn’t know. Flip. There were more photos of people he didn’t know.
Flip flip. Ooh, a picture of the floor, taken when someone tripped the photographer mid-photo-shoot.
Which editor had decided to include that in the yearbook Flip. Finally, George found what he wanted:
a photo of Calvin Klein standing on stage with an electric guitar and singing.
For some reason, it didn’t come as much as a shock as he would have expected as George realised for
the first time just how much Calvin looked like his youngest son, Marty. The photograph showed only
the teen’s side profile, but George had the strange feeling that if his whole face had been visible, it
would have looked uncannily similar to Martin Seamus McFly’s.
George stared at the picture… and he wondered. Something told him that his son was hiding
something, and that in some crazy, bizarre way, Marty was connected to that photograph somehow.
The only question was, how
That week in 1955 had been a really weird one.
Plop.
Chapter Eight
Onboard the Nebuchadnezzar
The white glop slid off his spoon and back into the bowl from whence it came, sinking slowly down until
the surface was level once more.