2012... [He repeats with a note of wonder in his voice, doing some mental math and figuring out that that'd make him forty-four. Damn. As a teen, that just seems so... old. Surfacing from his thoughts, he blinks and focuses on the screen.]
Separate realities? [Give him a second to take that in. Or five. Although let's be real, you can give Marty ten minutes and he'd still be furrowing his brow in a pathetic attempt at figuring things out.] Wait a minute, what's this got to do with Doc, doc? [What the hell does even mean?]
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Separate realities? [Give him a second to take that in. Or five. Although let's be real, you can give Marty ten minutes and he'd still be furrowing his brow in a pathetic attempt at figuring things out.] Wait a minute, what's this got to do with Doc, doc? [What the hell does even mean?]