Back to the Future Part II Read Free Page A

Marty.
    After looking at the bag for a second, Marty pulled open the velcro seal.
    ‘All right,' Doc instructed, ‘take off your shirt, put on the jacket, the shoes, and the cap.’
    Marty set the bag down on the rear end of the DeLorean. As Marty started to unbutton his shirt. Doc leaned into the car beneath the open gull-wing door. A moment later, he lifted the still-sleeping Jennifer out of the passenger seat, placing her gently in a broad doorway on the alley's side.
    Marty paused in his unbuttoning.
    ‘You mean we’re just gonna leave her?’
    ‘It’s too risky to take her with me.’ Doc answered regretfully. ‘Don’t worry. She’ll be safe. She’s out of sight, and it’ll just be for a few minutes.’
    Doc reached in his pocket and pulled out a plastic card with a pair of eyeholes, and the words POCKET BINOCULARS printed beneath. It looked like some cheap plastic toy, the kind of thing you find as a prize in a serial box. The way Doc handled it, though Marty suspected it was really a more compact, fully functional future model.
    Doc ran to the far end of the alley and peered through his card.
    Marty pulled off his white, striped shirt, leaving only the purple t-shirt he wore underneath. He pulled the jacket from the bag, but, as he pulled it on, was somewhat distressed to realise it was four sizes too big and baggy, with sleeves that hung down to his knees. How could Doc expect him to wear something like this?
    Marty shook the sleeves. Was there some way to roll them up or something? His fingers brushed against a small patch near the right cuff - a patch that read UNI-SIZE FORM FIT.
    The jacket instantly shrank to fit, sleeves stopping precisely at the wrist as the coat's sides tailored themselves to his rib-cage. After a moment’s shock, Marty decided that this was more like it!
    So what else did he have to put on? Marty pulled out a pair of future sneakers from the bottom of the bag.
    Doc apparently had seen what he was looking for. He tucked his binocular card in his pocket, he hurried back to the car.
    Marty had slipped the shoes on his feet, but they were still loose, a lot like the jacket a moment ago, and he could see no way to tie them. Except there was a pad - like the one on his jacket - on the right sneaker. After a moment's hesitation, he pressed it softly.
    The sneakers zip-laced themselves shut.
    ‘Power laces!' Marty cheered. 'All right!’
    Marty pulled the cap from the bag. and stuffed his everyday shirt and shoes in its place. The hat looked more or less like a baseball cap, except for whatever shining fabric it was made of - a fabric that seemed to change colour every time the cap moved.
    Doc stood by the car. He appeared to be waiting for Marty.
    ‘OK, Doc,’ Marty asked obligingly as he stuck the cap on his head. ‘So what’s the deal?’
    Doc glanced at his watch, then pointed down to the far end of the alley. ‘In exactly two minutes, you go around the corner, into the  Café 80's.’
    ‘Café  80’s?’
    ‘It's one of those nostalgia places,' Doc explained, ‘but not done very well. Go in and order a Pepsi.’ Doc rummaged in his pocket, then pulled out a crumpled bill. ‘Here’s a fifty.’
    Marty accepted the paper money. It looked more or less like the money Marty was used to - although Marty was a lot more used to handling tens and twenties than fifties. Doc was being awfully generous here. A fifty dollar bill for a Pepsi? Oh, well. He probably wanted to make sure Marty had some money left over in case of emergencies. Marty stuffed the fifty into the pocket of his jacket.
    ‘Then wait for a guy named Griff,’ Doc continued.
    ‘Griff,’ Marty repeated.
    ‘Right.’ Doc nodded, pleased that Marty was taking this all in. ‘Griff’s going to ask you about tonight - are you in or out? Tell him you’re out.’ Doc raised his voice, as if this part was even more important than what he had said already. ‘Whatever he says, whatever happens, say no, you’re not