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[First comes the video, with Walter in his usual labcoat with a makeshift laboratory in the background. It's obvious he's converted his living room into a lab with the sofa and table pushed up against the wall. He has taller tables arranged around with various types of equipment on it and he's looking down at some notes before he starts speaking, clearly reading what he's written.]

Hello, Luceti. My name is Doctor Walter Bishop. If you are seeing this, which I hope you are, then you are entered into candidacy for a new position as lab assistant. I am looking for individuals who are at least somewhat familiar with a laboratory setting and it's procedures. You must have an open and willing mind to see beyond that which--

[A microwave beeps and he stops reading, hurrying off excitedly.]

Ooh, popcorn's done!

[He comes back with a freshly popped bag of popcorn a few moments later and plops back in his seat, emptying the contents into a bowl off screen as he rereads his note.]

Where was I.... Open mind...lab....experiments... Ah! Yes, here we are.

To see beyond that which modern science calls "conventional." Those with mechanical expertise or degrees in physics or biochemistry are highly favored. It also helps if you can cook well or have an EZ-Bake Oven. Has anyone seen one recently? Such shame not to have one.

Oh, and yes here--

[He holds up his note, written in a careful left-handed slant to the camera so people can read it.]

Position: Lab Assistant
Hours: As necessary

Description: Looking for individuals who are at least somewhat familiar with a laboratory setting and it's procedures. You must have an open and willing mind to see beyond that which modern science calls "conventional." Those with mechanical expertise or degrees in physics or biochemistry are highly favored.

Extra Skills: Ability to cook, access to technology (EZ-Bake Oven), love of music, ability to work well under stress.

[He drops the notice and grabs a handful of popcorn.]

Please inquire within. O-or here, I suppose. I can answer any questions you may have since you'll be working for me.

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[Well, she doesn't have a degree in physics or biochemistry, and as far as 'laboratory procedures' go she's only too familiar with being the subject of them, but she can't help but wonder...]

Are you looking for someone to cook for you in addition to doing all of this laboratory work? That sounds like two positions, not one.

[~~And what the heck is an EZ-Bake Oven?~~]

Oh, no, I can cook quite well - it's just sometimes I'm very distracted and can't. Also, they should be aware there will be food in the lab. My son often complained because he couldn't tell the difference between his breakfast and my experiments. He nearly ate an ear once and could have died.

[He munches on his popcorn and then squints at the little screen.]

...Has anyone told you that you're very pretty?

[Wait, what breakfast food ever looks like an ear? Maybe bacon, if it was tied in a knot...]

[...waitwhat.]

I-I'm sorry? [Elizabeth sounds very flustered by the comment and has some trouble recovering. Probably from how out-of-nowhere the compliment comes from.] Well, um, yes, actually. My fiance isn't stingy with his praise, I suppose.

Oh, how wonderful. Congratulations, my dear. I was just afraid that since you seemed rather confused that perhaps you always looked that way and no one ever told you.

How long have you been engaged?

[Well that's an... interesting way of putting it. Elizabeth laughs a little at the strange way of wording it, but she supposes it's true. Gai never minced words, but no one in Columbia had really praised her like he does. So perhaps she had always looked this way and no one had ever told her.]

Since Christmas Eve. We haven't set a date yet, but I think we're enjoying being engaged for the moment.

[This is a topic she could talk for days on, careful Walter.]

That's lovely. A long engagement is a very good way to get to know each other better. My wife and I--

[He stops, thinking of his wife and then shakes his head. No, not a good topic.]

Is he from your universe?

[Elizabeth knows, very well, what that cut off sentence means. Sad topic, and Walter is either suffering from being separated from his wife or he, like Booker, lost her. She doesn't pursue it for that reason. No need to rub it in.]

No, actually. He's from the year 2039, and I'm from 1912. Somehow we just fit together, though.

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[Marty had no idea he was in for a punch to the gut when checking out the video on a bored whim, but that’s homesickness for you. And it never lets up as he goes from mild curiosity to rapt attention to anxious excitement in the span of half a minute, his mind constantly drawing parallels between doctors and latching onto the hope of finding an escape from this place.]

Doctor Bishop? [Doc. Can’t call him Doc. God, and his voice cracked already. He swallows and reaches back to rub at his neck, wondering if anyone else called the guy yet.]

Hey, uh, if you’re still looking for an assistant… I've worked with a scientist back home on all kinds of inventions. His… inventions. [The distinction's important to make, even if he worries it'll hurt his chances of being chosen as an assistant. He just doesn't have Doc's brains and can't even try to fake it.]

I’d come over after school and help him with moving stuff around and handing him tools. [He shrugs a shoulder.] I guess I’m… pretty good at making eggs [--and adding milk to cereal because there’s no chance of that exploding ~~or is there~~--], and I love music, definitely. I, I played lead guitar with my band. We're called the Pinheads. [He's rambling a bit, isn't he? He cracks a lopsided, hopeful grin. And then he clears his throat a little after a beat and his smile falls because he needs this distraction and doesn't want to blow his shot at this.]

So, what do you say? Can we work something out?

[The boy is so nervous and-- ....weirdly familiar. Why is he familiar? Walter stares at the screen for a few minutes, tilting his head. Why did the boy look familiar? Maybe he was famous? No...maybe they'd met in the village before? Well, that was always a possibility. Walter rarely remembered 80% of the people he met. Which actually made him curious as to where Harlem had gone because she hadn't been by lately.

Oh right, the video.

Walter clears his throat and presses his video function.]

Hello? Can you hear me? I'm still looking for an assistant, yes. What inventions did your friend work on? I assume he was your friend if you were still in school, unless you were working under a grant, which is always a possibility.

Have you heard of Violet Sedan Chairs?

[Watch those eyebrows lift. Where to start with all the questions? He's a little overwhelmed but this is nothing new. After all, he's used to Doc throwing a ton of information at him at once and having to struggle to keep up.]

Sedan? You mean like the car, right? [He frowns, wondering if this is some kind of test. That'd make sense.]

Yes, but I'm referring to a certain band - the Violet Sedan Chairs. They put out one album and disbanded.

[...He knew the reason now, too, and it made it even harder to accept, but this familiar stranger doesn't seem to know them so it wasn't important.]

If you ever find a record - vinyl - with that name, please give it to me right away.

I haven't heard of the Pinheads - are you released?

Sure. [Vinyl, eh? It's not an unreasonable request.] I'll keep an eye out for it.

Released? Ah, no. [Not yet, he'd like to say.] But we have an audition tape ready. I was actually gonna mail it to the record company; I just... never really got the chance. [...Orrrrr he might have actually had a great deal of time but waffled on it, and then decided he'd give it a try just before he was plucked right out of Hill Valley. Excellent timing.]

Thank you. If you enjoy music, you will certainly enjoy them.

But it's a pity you haven't the chance yet. Perhaps here you could? Not record, of course, but find new bandmates?

Oh and what inventions did your scientist friend make? Would I have heard of him?

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