P.S. The locomotive worked. He never looked back. Neither should you.”
History said it would. The gravestone in the old cemetery—the one Marty saw—carved my fate in granite: “Emmett L. Brown, Died September 7, 1885, shot in the back by Buford ‘Mad Dog’ Tannen over a matter of $80.”
In 1985, Marty McFly rolled into his driveway at 4:29 AM. The DeLorean was covered in dust and bullet holes. He parked it in the garage, walked inside, and found a letter on the kitchen table. It was dated September 7, 1885. Back To The Future 3 Download
She didn’t scream. She didn’t faint. She sat down on my cot, turned to the page with the schematic of the flux capacitor, and said, “You’re not from the future, Emmett. You’re from a future. And I’d like to see it.”
That night, we had pie at the Palace Saloon. She spoke of Jules Verne, of reaching the moon, of the future. I nearly choked on my crust. I told her about turbines, about flight, about a world where horseless carriages filled the sky with light. She didn’t call me a madman. She called me a poet. Neither should you
“Dear Marty,
I will be on the platform, watching the lightning rod strike the locomotive’s copper armature. The thunder will shake the valley. The townsfolk will call it the “Devil’s Train.” The DeLorean was covered in dust and bullet holes
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Emmett is fixing the fence. The children are naming the horses after constellations. Please visit soon. We have installed an outhouse.
At first, I laughed. A town this small? A ruffian like Buford? I would simply avoid the poker game. I would not lend anyone money. I would keep my head down and my prototype internal combustion engine a secret.
Doc is in love. I’ve seen him fix a time circuit, outrun a plutonium deal, and explain the space-time continuum to a 1955 high school dance. But I’ve never seen him forget to wind his pocket watch. He’s forgetting to leave.