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

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That evening after dinner, Marty sat on his bed plucking aimlessly at his guitar strings and thinking once
more about the competition. His band still had to drop their volume by quite a bit if they didn’t want to be
disqualified…
The random notes he was playing slowly formed into the opening of ‘Johnny B. Goode’. He hadn’t
played that song for a while – the last time had been in 1955 at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.
Turning up the volume of his small amplifier a little without thinking of the consequences, Marty got off
his bed, replayed the opening notes, then launched energetically into the song without singing as he
tried to make the music drown out everything else that had been worrying him so far.
Marty didn’t notice when his bedroom door opened a crack.
He didn’t notice when his father peeped in, a very strange expression on his face.
And he couldn’t have noticed how George McFly rushed back to his room, yanked out his 1955
Yearbook, and studied several photographs more closely than he had ever done before.
Marty just played on.
Chapter Fifteen
Onboard the Nebuchadnezzar
Until this day, Neo had never really bothered to find out what was in all those little boxes on the shelf in
his room. Most looked rusty and grimy, much like the rest of the ship, and he’d never given much
thought to them, simply pushing them aside whenever he needed the space for his few belongings.
But he decided that now was as good a time as any to find out what those boxes contained. Going over
to the rusting metal shelf, he reached out and took down some of the boxes, then carried them over to
his bed.
Neo sat down, placed the boxes on the floor, and picked up the topmost one. A layer of grime coated its
once-white plastic surface, and he tried not to touch it any more than was necessary. Lifting its metal
latch, Neo opened the box.
The first thing he noticed was the horrible stench that wafted out.
Then he saw the small skeleton inside, still with bits of rotting flesh hanging off the bones. Neo gave a
small yell and dropped it in shock. The box met the floor with a dull clang, and a small piece of paper
fluttered out. It was covered in miniscule writing, with a stain on its side which looked uncannily like
blood.
Not yet recovered from the sudden unexpected sight of the skeleton, Neo just stared at the note. Then
he realised that staring at it was not going to get him anywhere useful anytime soon, and his curiosity
about what was written there finally overcame his unwillingness to have any more to do with that box or
its contents. Reluctantly, Neo picked up the note, holding it gingerly between the thumb and forefinger
of his right hand as he read the words scrawled on it:
Trevor, you were the best pet rat I could have ever wished for. I’m sorry for feeding you
the leftovers of my meals, but I didn’t know that they would end up poisoning you. I
guess that says something about th e quality of the food here, though. If a rat can’t take
it, there’s no knowing what it might do to a person in th e long run.
I’ll miss you, Trevor.
Rest in peace.
- Lyman