Yes! Yes, October 26, 1985...! [He blurts out, praying that it'll all make sense to this scientist. And because Walter’s enthusiasm is as infectious as it is encouraging, Marty ends up rambling his way through an explanation as if he’s trying to rattle off as much information on Doc in a short amount of time, his hands making emphatic chopping motions. God, he has felt the overwhelming, desperate need to spill his guts to someone and it turns out it’s Walter’s lucky day. He can't help himself.]
He, he built a time machine out of a car, a DeLorean, and he told me to meet him at the Twin Pines mall parking lot at a quarter past one. He showed me how it works and said the flux capacitor is what makes time travel possible and that he came up with the idea when he was hanging up a clock and slipped and hit his head on the sink. All it needs is, is just a little plutonium or a bolt of lightning, something that can generate a ton of gigawatts. He was supposed to go first, but then... something happened...
[The crackle of gunfire echoes through his memory and he feels a dull pang in his chest, briefly shutting his eyes against the swelling sense of fear and sickness. He lets out a quiet, unsteady breath and swallows before pressing on, wearily.]
...and I was the one who ended up traveling through time. Except I went back thirty years to nineteen fifty five by accident... to before I was even born.
[That's even weirder now that he's actually heard himself say it. Blinking out of his daze he looks to Walter expectantly, completely unsure as to how it'll be taken.]
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He, he built a time machine out of a car, a DeLorean, and he told me to meet him at the Twin Pines mall parking lot at a quarter past one. He showed me how it works and said the flux capacitor is what makes time travel possible and that he came up with the idea when he was hanging up a clock and slipped and hit his head on the sink. All it needs is, is just a little plutonium or a bolt of lightning, something that can generate a ton of gigawatts. He was supposed to go first, but then... something happened...
[The crackle of gunfire echoes through his memory and he feels a dull pang in his chest, briefly shutting his eyes against the swelling sense of fear and sickness. He lets out a quiet, unsteady breath and swallows before pressing on, wearily.]
...and I was the one who ended up traveling through time. Except I went back thirty years to nineteen fifty five by accident... to before I was even born.
[That's even weirder now that he's actually heard himself say it. Blinking out of his daze he looks to Walter expectantly, completely unsure as to how it'll be taken.]