Look Me Up When You Get There

Written by Anakin McFly

The DeLorean stands waiting by his house
He'd heard it careening round the corner
Knocking down trash cans the way it used to.
The frosts of time still fresh on its body
White mist swirling, dissipating round wheels;
A spectre of the night. It's headlights shine,
Specks of dust dancing in its brightened path.
Time circuits on. Plutonium chamber full.
Flux capacitor fluxing. Memories
Of another time that he once knew well-

The gull-wing doors hiss open in welcome
And a head pokes out.
                 	   "...Doc-"
                                  	the strangled cry.

Half-tripping, running, shoes scraping gravel
The DeLorean looks on as they embrace.
Somewhere in his mind he knows he shouldn't
But he can't stop the words from tumbling out.
Wrist broken, life ruined, career down the drain
Kids jailed, don't know when he'd see them again.
And those thirty years without his best friend
Had been long and lonely, to say the least.

But his past is Doc's future, unwritten
And things can be done with a time machine.
So he talks, and Doc listens, and Doc plans.

Soon the DeLorean is back in the air
Eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight
And then it is gone. And that timeline ends.

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