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Young Doc: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (Slipping on the hoverboard) WAAAAAHAAAA!

(Organ playing)

Marty: Doc, just calm down, calm down, alright, it's me, it's Marty.

Young Doc: No it can't be you! I sent you back to the future!

Marty: That's right, Doc. But I came back from the future. Don't you remember last night? you fainted, I brought you home.

Young Doc: This can't be happening. You can't be here. It doesn't make sense for you to be here, I don't even believe that you are here! (Slams the bathroom door)

Marty: Doc, I am here and it does make sense. Look, I came back to 1955 again with you.. the you from 1985. Because we had to get a book from Biff. So, once I got the book back, you... that is the you from 1985 were in the DeLorean and it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885.

Young Doc: 1885? That's a very interesting story, future boy. But there's just one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past; How could you possibly know about it?

Marty: You sent me a letter.

Young Doc (reading the letter): "Dear Marty, If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First let me assure you that I am alive and well. I have been living happily these past 8 months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again"

Young Doc: It actually flew?

Marty: You had hover conversion done in the early 21st century.

Young Doc: Incredible.

Young Doc (resuming reading the letter): "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time cicuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons"

Young Doc: 1885! Amazing. I actally end up as a blacksmith in the old west.

Marty: Pretty heavy, huh.

Young Doc (resuming reading the letter): I have buried the DeLorean in the abandoned delgado mine ajacent to the old boot hill cemetery, as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefull it should remain preserved and undisturbed until you uncover it in 1955. Inside you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart"

Young Doc: That's me.

Young Doc (resuming reading the letter): "should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, DESTROY the time machine.

Young Doc: Destroy it?

Marty: Yeah, well, It's a long story, Doc.

Young Doc (Letter): "Do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces. And I fear that unneccessary time travel only causes futher disruption of the space/time continuum. and please take care of Einstein for me"

Young Doc: Einstein?

Marty: He's your dog, Doc. Einstein is what you call your dog in 1985.

Young Doc (letter): "I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes, please respect them and follow them. and so marty I now say farewell and wish you godspeed. You've been a good, kind and loyal friend to me and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship. Think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown. September 1 1885."

Young Doc: I never knew I could write anything so touching.

Marty: No, no Doc, It's beautiful.

(Copernicus whines)

Young Doc: It's alright Copernicus. Everything's gonna be fine.

Marty: It's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should have let Biff get to me.

Young Doc: There are many worse places to be than the old west. I could have ended up in the dark ages. They robably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. According to this the time vehicle is sealed off in a side tunnel. We may have to blast.