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

Nick stared back at him. “What”
“What did you say”
Nick shrugged. “I said that I don’t know why you’re so confident.”
“No, not that. You said something about the future…”
“Yeah, I said that it’s not like you know the future.”
Marty nodded slowly, feeling strangely detached. “I know. Look, don’t give up practising, okay We
can win this. Ah… I’ve got to go.” The teen suddenly leapt up and left in a run, leaving the rest of The
Pinheads band staring after him.
“Marty” J.J. yelled. “Where’re you going”
He didn’t reply.
Steve stared. “What’s up with Marty” he asked. The bassist suddenly felt his fingers squish
something, and he looked down, gaping in horror at the smushed insect. “Howard… NO!”
The keys to Doc’s garage were in their usual place under the mat. Marty grabbed them and unlocked
the door, then hurried inside and locked the door behind him. Dashing over to the computer, he
switched it on and tapped impatiently on the table as he waited for it to boot up.
“Come on… come on…”
Doc would probably go ballistic if he knew what Marty was using the computer for, but the teen really
didn’t care as he typed in ‘Hill Valley Band Competition 1985+results’ into the search bar.
The search engine gave him several results, and Marty was about to click on a promising looking one
when another link lower down caught his attention. It looked different, somehow, a very slightly different
shade of blue from the other links and indented one space more than the others:
BTTF.COM – Your Definitive Guide to the World of Back to the Future
Not knowing what he was doing, Marty hesitantly moved the cursor over to it and clicked on the link.
The page downloaded and opened up, and the teen stared wide-eyed as he slowly scrolled down the
main page, taking in the words, taking in the pictures.
There was something very weird going on here. Something very weird…
In what took less than ten seconds, Marty closed the Internet window and shut down the computer. He
stared unseeingly at the blank screen and took a shaky breath. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the
chair, trying to catch his breath and calm down at the same time.
He didn’t know what that site had been. Something about it, however, told him with a definite certainty
that whatever it was, it was a website that he had never been meant to see. And he had seen it. He
didn’t understand what he had seen. He didn’t think he wanted to, either, and his mind would not permit
him to think any more about the website than necessary.
Half of him expected something dramatic to happen at any moment, but minutes passed and nothing
did. Slowly Marty opened his eyes. The place was normal. Everything was normal.
Then the phone rang, and he jumped.
Marty stared at the telephone as if it were an alien that had just appeared out of nowhere. About
several seconds passed before he finally got off the chair and reached out a trembling hand to pick it up.
“Hello” he asked in a shaky voice, prepared to yank the phone off the hook and throw it out the window
at the first sign of anything abnormal.
He had never before in his life been so thankful to hear Nick’s voice. “Marty Is that you”
“Yeah,” the teen replied, heaving a small sigh of relief. “Yeah, it’s me.”