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Is it just me, or is it somehow getting darker in here?" The Hell Valley Marty pointed out.
"The sun will be setting soon." Danny acknowledged from near the entrance of the mine after having watched Jennifer drive away.
"That's too bad, hey Medico, were you aware that Lone Pine is still afraid of the dark?" Hell Valley Marty asked, savoring the way Doc was now glaring at him, and the way that glare only made his counterparts all the more nervous.
"Just keep telling yourself Lone Pine how darkness is just the absence of light, darkness can't hurt you." Hell Valley Marty chirped as he continued to smirk.
"You really are an asshole dude." Paul pointed out.
"Yes, I know, and I expect sooner than later all of me will be punished for it." Hell Valley Marty acknowledged.
As Doc turned away from Marty, he could feel his anger rising higher.
That little brat does have a knack for torture doesn't he? I guess he really was destined to be my Marty. I promise I will try to resist wringing his little neck though.
"As will I." Doc muttered back darkly, not missing the way Danny was now suspiciously studying him, a fact the Hell Valley Marty had picked up on himself
"We're caught in a trap, and I can't walk out." Hell Valley Marty started to sing as Paul crinkled his nose.
"Dude, why can't you sing?" The Lone Pine Paul asked, clearly confused.
Wait, are you saying your Martys can sing? That is really weird.
"Yeah he is our lead singer in the band." A still extremely confused Lone Pine Paul answered his Hell Valley counterpart.
"We can't go on together with suspicious minds, and we can't build our dreams
on suspicious minds." Hell Valley Marty continued to sing horribly off key.
"Danny, please come over here, and cover my ears!" Paul begged, feeling certain this torture couldn't get any worse.
Before the Hell Valley Marty could screach out any more lyrics, the teen had slammed his head hard against the beam behind him again.
"Ouch." Lone Pine Marty groaned out, despite the pain in his head, and the tears in his eyes, he felt no regret for taking the necessary action to stop everyones, including his own torture for the moment.
"That you really is bat shit crazy." Paul pointed out.
"Are you okay Marty?" Doc felt the need to ask, though he felt foolish for even asking, clearly nothing about any of this was okay.
"No, I'm really not. If you're not going to let us go then please just go ahead, and kill me Doc, I can't keep living like this." Lone Pine Marty begged, causing Doc to cringe, he wasn't sure how serious this Marty was being at the moment.
You know back in San Francisco, I can only recall him bringing up death once, and that was when I was torturing him with a stun gun. He wasn't even asking me to kill him, he just insisted he would die before betraying you, and your family. I really don't know whether to feel horrified, or impressed by my world's Marty's ability to inflict unbearable torture on all of us, especially his own counterparts.
"Horrified, the correct answer is you should feel horrified." Doc grumbled out.
Ahh yes, you see my luckier in life friend, you are like the angel on my shoulder guiding me with your own sure set of morals. Where would I be without you?
"Dead." Doc answered honestly.
The Lone Pine Marty felt like he was going to start hyperventilating at any moment, he was definitely not comfortable with the counterpart he was certain Doc was conversating with.
Just get us out of here Lone Pine before your crazy Medico has the chance to put his hands on you.
"Look guys, why don't you just let me, and Paul go? This was obviously a bad idea. Just untie us, and we can figure out a better idea." Lone Pine Marty said while trying to keep his voice from wavering.
Are you crazy Lone Pine? You've let Swiss get too much inside your head. Even if the Evil Doc wanted to hurt us, Danny is also here. Just stay calm man.
"I am calm Twin Pine. This is me being calm. What makes you think I'm not calm?" Lone Pine Marty asked his Twin Pine counterpart with a twitch of his eye.
"Marty, if we untie you, and your Hell Valley counterpart manages to get outside of this mine, then there is no doubt Marcus is going to come after you." Doc tried to gently explain.
"You know Marcus really isn't even all that bad, he just wants to help make me a famous rich rockstar, what's so wrong with that?" Lone Pine had asked.
"I agree with Marty, you guys are totally overreacting. What makes you so sure Marcus is such a bad guy anyway?" Paul had jumped in to try to help Marty convince the other two men to let them go.
"Paul, Marcus tried to kill you, that is a pretty bad thing that a bad guy would do." Danny had explained slowly.
"We've already gone over this Danny. Marcus didn't try to kill me, I was just misremembering, isn't that right Marty? You were there, just tell Danny what really happened." Paul insisted as he glanced over expectedly in Marty's direction.
"I...uhh....well you see Paul." Lone Pine Marty had started fumbling out his words before the Hell Valley Marty spoke back up inside his head.
What you think happened didn't even happen Lone Pine. The Evil Medico has driven you crazy, as if you weren't crazy beforehand anyway. Why should you trust your memories anyway when you aren't even sure you actually exist? Infact you probably don't exist, and if you don't exist then how do you even have memories?
"Marty?" Danny gently prodded after having moved close enough to be able to see the troubled look on the teen's face.
Damn'it Swiss stop! Don't listen to him Lone Pine, you do exist damn'it. If you don't exist then how can me, and Swiss talk to you, and you talk back?
"Maybe none of us exist. Maybe we are all just characters in somekind of really advanced alien Atari game, or something." Lone Pine had whispered.
"Wow." Was all Danny could think to say.
"Nevermind Marty, I forgot you are too crazy to remember the truth, but it's okay, I know it's not your fault" Paul had sadly said to his friend.
"Marty, what exactly is going on inside your head right now?" Doc had asked as he pieced together that the Hell Valley Marty was likely continuing his mental torture of his counterparts.
"It's not even my head, I don't exist, so this must be Twin Pine's head." Lone Pine Marty reasoned aloud as Doc winced.
Damn'it Swiss, I hope you are happy. How has completely breaking Lone Pine's sanity gotten you what you wanted?
As his Hell Valley counterpart had chuckled, the Lone Pine Marty was litteraly shaking, now feeling less certain of his existence than he had ever felt before.
"Listen to me Marty, you do exist, you were born in this timeline, if anything you exist more than the other Martys considering your Twin Pine counterpart technically erased himself, and his timeline, and your Hell Valley counterpart died in his own timeline before it was also erased." Doc had hastily explained.
At Doc's explanation, Lone Pine felt a strange flip flop in his stomach.
Oh man this is heavy, when Doc explains it that way, it makes me question if I am like a ghost that has possessed you. Wait am I dead too, and am I now a ghost inside you?
"This is not making me feel any better about my sanity, or existence." Lone Pine admitted as he resisted the urge to puke.
"Just tell me what is going on inside your head Marty, let me help you." Doc pleaded.
"Is Twin Pine a ghost?" Lone Pine asked.
"What?" Doc asked, feeling beffuzled.
"If I exist, and trust me Doc, I am putting a heavy emphasis on the word if, does that mean Twin Pine is dead, and is now a ghost that is living inside of me?" Lone Pine explained further.
"Dude." Paul had spoke up to say, a look of confused horror crossing his face, he was feeling even more concerned about his friend's sanity now.
"I'm certain that both you, and your Twin Pine counterpart have been putting far too much thought into your shared existence Marty." Doc wearily answered the teen's question.
"Are we all made up of ghosts Emmett?" Danny had asked curiously as Paul's look of horror intensified, and Doc let out an exasperated sigh.
"Everyone just forget about ghosts, or being ghosts for now okay?" An increasingly aggitated Doc requested.
"Why do you feel so certain I exist?" Lone Pine Marty changed the subject to ask as Doc let out another long sigh.
"Danny, let me see your knife." Doc asked the other man standing beside him.
"Huh?" Danny asked confused.
"We can't keep them tied up, we're just going to have to watch them closely, besides at this moment there is something I need to show Marty." Doc further explained before Danny had slowly moved to pull his pocket knife out of his back pocket.
"If either one of you try, and run, I will be forced to use the sleep inducer on you, and since I've already knocked you out once with it within the last twenty four hours Marty, and I don't actually know how many hits it takes before the side effects start to occur, I'm warning every version of you, if I'm forced to use it on you again, then you will need to be restrained again. That warning goes for you to Paul." Doc warned, not liking having to threaten the teens, but also wanting to make sure they both had fair warning.
Paul didn't look any happier, but he nodded his head as Doc went ahead, and freed him first.
After being released Paul had stood up, and took note that Danny was apparently planning to stay within arms reach of him.
"I'm taking a nap." Paul grumbled as he moved deeper into the mine, and prepared to lay down on the hard dirt ground, muttering on about how he was definitely not impressed with the less than one star accommodations.
Danny cringed, and despite the cold, removed his jacket, and offered it over to Paul.
"Here, atleast put this under your head until the girls get back with better bedding options. The last thing any of us need is for you to get sick with your weakened heart." Danny explained as Paul let out a heavy sigh before accepting the jacket, and making himself as much of a pillow as was possible.
"Geesh, thanks for being such a caring captor Danny, yes let's worry more about me having a heart attack just because I want to lie down on the cold, hard ground. The ground is much more likely to kill me than the murderous mad scientist you have chosen to trap me in here with!" Paul snapped out.
"Great, I'm glad we can agree on this particular subject then." Danny replied back sarcasticly.
Doc sighed, and shook his head sadly before turning his attention away from Danny, and Paul's bickering as he had then stepped behind the beam Marty was secured to.
"Step with me closer to the light." Doc had requested after freeing Marty, and motioning him to walk infront of him, not wanting to turn his back on the teen for any amount of time incase the Hell Valley Marty fought his way into the forefront.
Thr Lone Pine Marty had felt reluctant himself to turn his back on Doc, but after a long moment he started moving towards one of the oil lamps hung up on a hook on the wall.
"What now?" Lone Pine had asked nervously as he turned around to face Doc.
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Doc had waited a moment before slowly making his way towards Marty, he tried not to take the teen's nervous energy personally, but it was hard not to. Doc understood why Marty was so nervous, and he didn't blame him in anyway, but that didn't change how much it did infact bother him.
"You should have a scar on your left arm, do you still have it?" Doc asked, hoping he was correct that the teen would, regardless of any rejuvenations he had recieved in the future.
Doc was aware that scar removals through rejuvenations were common in the future, but he had opted to keep his own scars when he had recieved his own rejuvenation in 2015, and he now hoped Marcus hadn't had removed Marty's either, or this plan to help the Lone Pine Marty with his existential crisis might majorly backfire on him.
Doc couldn't help, but let out a small sigh of relief when Marty had rolled up the left sleeve of his jacket to reveal what Doc had hoped was there. The scar had faded some with time, but it was right where it should have been.
"Now Marty, do you remember how you recieved this scar?' Doc asked softly.
"Yeah, I was ten years old, and my dad had been working out of town, covering somekind of protest going on in Sacramento for the Hill Valley Times. He had been involved in a car accident, he wasn't badly hurt, but the doctor at the hospital suspected he had a concussion so my mom wanted to get to him." Marty started to recall the memory.
"Yes, and your mother called me, and asked if I would come over to watch you, and your brother, and sister. The accident had occurred the day before Thanksgiving, and she knew I wasn't going to be busy cooking, or anything like that, so I rushed on over so she could get to your father." Doc had filled in his side of events.
Marty was now studying the scar he rarely even noticed anymore as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
"While you were making an attempt to keep an eye on the turkey my mom had put in the oven, I had went outside to ride my bike. There was a pretty girl a couple years older than me who lived across the street at the time, so I was trying to show off, and I ended up going over the handle bars, and crashed landed in the street, and lucky me, I managed to get a piece of metal stuck in my arm." Marty had recalled some more of the memory.
"I had to call one of your father's co workers so they could find a way to contact your mother, who was still waiting for your father to be released from the hospital in Sacramento, so she would be aware that I had needed to take you to the hospital in Hill Valley." Doc continued, unable to hold back a small chuckle as he recalled how frazzled Lorraine had been when he had finally been able to reach her.
Doc noticed the small smile on Marty's face and hoped that smile was an indication that he had accomplished his mission.
"None of my counterparts have this particular memory Marty, do any of yours?" Doc asked.
"No, of course not, that accident only happened in this timeline." Marty acknowledged his smile growing.
"That's right, both that scar, and the memory attached to it belong to you. That is your scar, and that is your memory, they both belong to you, so whenever you feel lost, whenever you question if you really do exist, just take a look at your arm." Doc reminded Marty.
Marty's smile was fading as he started wiping at his eyes, he hated crying, he wasn't supposed to be the weepy Marty, that was one of Twin Pine's personality traits, atleast that is what he told himself anyway.
"I really am an idiot Doc, why didn't I think about any of this before on my own?" Lone Pine asked, still needing to wipe tears from his eyes.
"Don't call yourself an idiot Marty, I can understand how, and why you were so easily able to question your own existence. I only wish it hadn't taken over a year for you to have allowed me to help you, and I also blame myself for not realizing you needed that help sooner." Doc had informed Marty regretfully.
"This isn't your fault Doc, how could you have known what was going on inside my head? Even when I was me, I thought I was just Twin Pine pretending to be me, and Twin Pine was so good at pretending to be me there was no way anyone, not even you could have known. You asked me plenty of times if I remembered both ways, and I would just tell you yes, and then find a way to change the subject, and since you, and nobody else were aware of their counterparts for a long time, there was no way you, or anyone else could have known what I was going through, hell I didn't even know what I was going through, not really. For a long time I really did just think I was Twin Pine, or even worse, just a voice in Twin Pine's unstable head." Lone Pine Marty finally admitted everything outloud that he had been keeping bottled up inside.
Speaking of all that, would you mind asking Doc if all of this means I am now just a voice inside your head?
"Uh, oh" Lone Pine said with a wince.
"What is it? What's wrong Marty?" Doc had asked concerned.
"Uhhh....I'm afraid Twin Pine might be having an existential crisis now." Lone Pine
admitted worridly.
"Unbelievable." Doc muttered to himself.
Lone Pine rolled his eyes as his Hell Valley counterpart had started making ghost noises in his head.
We are just ghosts Twin Pine, we don't even really exist, so hey why don't we make a deal, and agree to possess Lone Pine permanently, and go find some other joint to haun?
"Give it up Swiss, Twin Pine isn't going to fall for your head games, right Twin Pine?" Lone Pine had announced with another roll of eyes, feeling convinced in his belief that Twin Pine would be able to recover his mental stability quickly.
"Twin Pine?" Lone Pine nervously tried again.
Doc raised an eyebrow as he was still forced to wonder what exactly was going on inside Marty's head.
"You are definitely going to need to keep a careful eye on me Doc. Swiss is crazy, and I know it's really no surprise how easy he got inside my head, considering I'm not exactly mentally stable myself most of the time either, but Twin Pine is I guess what you would call my voice of reason. If Twin Pine goes crazy, then I'm already lost." Lone Pine had said, his eyes growing misty again.
"Marty, you are no more crazy than you are stupid, and neither is your Twin Pine counterpart. Everybody, even people with more normal lives than ourselves struggle with what at times can seem like the overwhelming mysteries of the universe. You are not crazy, and you are not going to go crazy. You, and your Twin Pine counterpart are going to be fine." Doc promised as he opened his arms to offer a hug that a still tearful Marty immediately moved into.
"What about Swiss, does that mean he's not crazy either?" Marty asked, not being able to see how Doc had cringed.
Lone Pine had managed to laugh when he realized Doc wasn't going to answer his question. The longer Marty stayed in Doc's embrace, the more he realized something that both comforted, and in a way troubled him. At first Lone Pine almost didn't even point out to Doc what he was thinking, but he also knew not sharing his thoughts with his best friend had also majorly contributed to his mental health struggles for the last year.
"Hey Doc, does something seem different about us right now? Like in a normal way?" Lone Pine asked.
Doc crinkled his nose some more as he broke the embrace, at first not understanding what Marty was talking about, until he realized his hug with Marty had been normal, their normal.
"Nothing felt strange when we were hugging." Doc realized himself.
"That was the same kind of hug you've pretty much shared with me since I was a child, and I didn't feel anykind of influence from Twin Pine, or whatever it was we were feeling in your barn the other night before Marcus showed up." Lone Pine agreed.
"You're right Marty, it was normal, our normal anyway, and that for some reason is strange." Doc mumbled.
The two men fell quiet for a moment, lost in their own thoughts about everything going on. Finally Lone Pine spoke back up, still reminding himself he needed to keep on being open with Doc, he felt certain as long as he could maintain this normalcy that he had been accustomed to for most of his life when it came to the scientist, then he had a much better chance of staying sane.
"You're really not going to let me out of your sight right? And you won't let your Hell Valley counterpart hurt any of us either right? You know I won't be able to keep Swiss from taking a turn forever, and I dont know what is going through Twin Pine's mind right now." Lone Pine Marty had finally revealed his own thoughts.
The fearful way Marty had asked those questions had tugged at Doc's heart.
"I won't take my eyes off you, not atleast until Jennifer, and Linda get back, and then we all need to start working out some kind of plan together. I won't lie to you Marty, I have no idea what Marcus is planning, and that worries me too. As far as my Hell Valley counterpart goes, he doesn't wish to bring you any more harm, his moral compass for the most part has returned." Doc tried reassuring his young friend, who somehow seemed even younger. At this moment Marty seemed more like the small child Doc had once known, and watched grow up in this timeline.
Despite the small smile Lone Pine tried to offer Doc, it was hard for him to believe that what he still considered to be the Evil Doc wasn't planning anything sinister, and because of that reason, he suddenly wasn't feeling as comforted by Doc's promise to not take his eyes off of him, and judging by the chuckling in his head, he didn't even have to guess that his own Hell Valley counterpart didn't believe Doc either.
Jack Henley's first full, official day as the new police chief of Hill Valley had been hectic to say the least. Thanks to the constant staffing issues at the police department, Henley was going to need to work the beat while also making the time to take care of business within the office.
Nothing about the added workload had been unexpected for Henley though, afterall Danny had somehow successfully done the two jobs at once for years.
"Well, maybe not as successfully as I thought." Henley muttered to himself outloud.
While Henley wasn't regretting his decision to move up to police chief, he couldn't help, but consider the possibility that one day he might also choose to walk out of the door while chuckling like a mad man, and in his exhausted state, he had actually chuckled at the thought.
"And I think that's a sign that it's past time for me to go home." Henley acknowledged to himself as he finished signing off on that last report that had needed his signature.
As Henley stood, and stretched he wasn't surprised by all the popping that started occurring throughout his body, he had been sitting at his new desk for most of the day trying to catch up on the paperwork Danny had fallen behind on. Henley was surprised by just how far Danny had fallen behind on his duties, that hadn't been like his former boss at all.
Jack Henley's departure from Texas five years before had mostly happened on a whim, he had only first come out to Hill Valley when he had drawn a literal short straw, and had to be the one to transport a wanted fugitive back to Dallas.
Considering the long drive, and the time it took to finalize transfers, the small town's police chief had suggested that they both go grab something to eat at a local restaurant in town.
"Your prisoner is going to be a mouthy one. I feel bad for you, so I'll pay for your lunch." Danny had offered.
"Thanks." Henley had responded back with a groan, he really hated the mouthy ones, especially on a long drive.
While at lunch the two men had shared 'war stories' from working in busy cities, and Danny had pointed out many of the advantages of small town life.
"Life moves slower around these parts, people are nice, for the most part, and they treat you like family, that is why I came back home. Usually, even when we do get characters like the mouth of the south that is about to be your new friend for your long car ride, we get to send them away with whatever unlucky sap pulled the short straw." Danny had explained to him with a smile.
Henley had scrunched his face, it wasn't so much he doubted the chief's view of his hometown, it was just thanks to his proffession, he had a habit of always paying attention to his surroundings, and he had been aware of the older woman sitting a few tables infront of them who had been studying them with a look on her face that made him question if she had cow shit stuck up her nose.
"Before you ask, that is Edna, and she falls into the 'for the most part' category. If you want to know the town gossip, just go shop in Edna's store." Danny had explained without even turning to look behind his back, making it obvious that despite his small town life, he always was sure to be aware of his surroundings aswell.
After finishing lunch, and making their way back to the jail, Danny had made him the offer that had changed his life.
"If you ever do want to slow down, and get out of the big city, we're always hiring." Danny had said in parting.
Having grown up in, and out of the foster care system, and really having had nothing to hold him back anyway, by the end of that same year Henley had packed up, and left Texas, and never looked back.
Henley now also called Hill Valley home, and for the most part, most people really did treat him like family, it was as if he had always belonged there, and while every small town had it's people like Edna Strickland, the good always outweighed the bad here in his eyes. For Jack Henley, Hill Valley really was a nice place to live.
The reports Henley had just signed off on were nothing like what would have filled the desk of a big city police chief's. Most of them were just minor car accidents, a dispute between two neighbors who had gotten a little too fired up on poker night, and a couple drunk, and disorderlies outside of Match's bar.
The most serious incident in the pile had involved a domestic dispute that Henley already suspected would happen again, considering the wife was likely to drop the assault charges against her husband, just like all the other times before.
No town, no matter how small, wasn't completely free of crime unfortunately, but still, Hill Valley was safer than most places. Not since leaving Dallas had Henley needed to stand guard over murderers, and there had only been one major missing person's case that had needed to be investigated.
Henley was just about to open his office door to leave for the night when he stopped, and with a heavy sigh stepped away from the door, he really needed to figure out what Danny had done with the file on the Marty McFly case.
Henley scrunched his nose as he sorted through filing cabinets. Danny for the most part had been tidy when it came to important documents, but since there was no cabinet that needed to be designated for missing person's, he wasn't really sure where to start looking, still he reasoned it shouldn't take him long to find.
Mayor Wilson had informed Henley that he expected his new police chief to make the matter involving the abduction of Marty McFly a top priority, and he did not disagree with the Mayor in anyway on that. McFly's disapearence had rattled the whole town, afterall things like this just didn't happen here.
Much of Henley's experience before joining the Hill Valley police department had actually come from working as a jailer at a top security prison. It was there that Henley had had met some of the most horrible monsters that anyone could ever have the displeasure of knowing. With time he had decided to change gears in his life, and that was why he had quit that job, and had joined the police force, having decided he would rather be on the frontlines, and help to stop as many of those monsters that he could himself, and help serve justice for their victims.
Henley had only been with the Dallas police for a couple years before he had discovered Hill Valley, and met Danny on that fateful day when he had then made the decision that he would rather move somewhere, where peace, and not violence were more the norm.
When Marty had went missing, Henley had worked alongside Danny on much of his investigation, and had even volunteered to work overtime. When by some miracle Marty had reappeared, Henley had been one of the officers who had been assigned to stand guard outside his hospital room.
Henley felt certain that the way Marty would wake up screaming everytime he had fallen asleep that first night would always haunt his nightmares. On more than one occasion Henley himself had ran into the room to help try, and calm the distressed teenager, and make sure he didn't bring any further harm to himself, but whenever anyone had tried to touch him, the teen had gone into further panic.
Henley didn't need the file to be able to recall the details of what he did know about Marty's ordeal. The teenager had recieved a nasty head injury, and then had been restrained, tortured, starved, and drugged. Whoever had abducted Marty, Henley had no doubt would deserve a spot high on the list of the monsters he had encountered in his time.
Whatever had infact happened to Marty had shattered what Henley now considerd his illusion. No longer could the former big city cop pretend that monsters were not potentially walking what were supposed to be the safe streets of Hill Valley.
Danny had seemed content in his belief that since Marty had seemingly, willingly left town on his own, then that meant there was no need to investigate further. For the life of him, Henley couldn't understand how Danny, who had known Marty, and his family for years, and was even the father of Marty's girlfriend, could just seem to not care about finding out who had been responsible for bringing the teenager so much harm.
Henley barely even knew Marty, yet that didn't change the fact that he felt like he would not be able to get any proper rest again until he found out the truth. Hill Valley was also Henley's hometown now, and Marty was one of their own.
After about twenty mintues, Henley had slammed the last drawer of the last file cabinet he had been sorting through shut.
"Damn'it Danny, where is it?" Henley had said outloud, now feeling throughly irritated
The police chief yawned as he rubbed at his tired eyes before he finally stepped outside his office, he knew he could thank his exhaustion for his crankiness, and since Danny wouldn't be working with him anymore, he would now need to tell himself when it was time to go home, and get some rest.
"I'll just drop by Danny's house on the way home, he probably took the file with him, and forgot to bring it back." Henley muttered as he walked through the station.
"Yo Chief, you're talking to yourself, has your promotion already driven you crazy?" A fresh officer who had come in to prepare for his shift had asked with a chuckle.
Henley smirked, of course he would be making his way out the door during a shift change.
"Well Miles, you know strange things tend to happen sometimes in this nice place to live." Henley acknowledged with his own laugh.
"Yeah, like when terrorists crash into our video stands, maybe you can figure out that mystery too? Oh, and maybe you can also solve the curious case of Clint Eastwood while you're at it, was Eastwood really stopping the train robbers like the blacksmith, and school teacher claimed, or were Eastwood, and the blacksmith themselves the train robbers? The conductors of the train did claim that one of the robbers was unusually tall whereas the other was unusually short, which was also the descriptions of the blacksmith, and Eastwood. " Miles had agreed with Henley's statement by listing some of the more unusual events that had occurred in the town's history.
"As far as the terrorists goes, when Danny was questioning them about the stolen plutonium, all he could ever interpret from them is that they were pissed off about pinball machines, and when it comes to the mystery surrounding Clint Eastwood, well legend has it that Eastwood's spirit will never rest till the truth is revealed, and we wouldn't want to ruin a good ghost story, would we?" An amused Henley had pointed out
"And don't forget the tree murdering aliens, that mystery has also haunted this town for decades." Another officer coming on for his shift had spoke up to point out.
"Don't worry Lewis, Sherman Peabody will make sure nobody in this town ever forgets about the aliens" Henley had said with a laugh, now in a better mood thanks to his officers, and their reminders that stranger things than temporarily misplaced files had definitely happened in the history of Hill Valley.
"How do we explain Edna?" Miles asked.
"We don't" Henley answerd before waving his way out the door.