It was great to work for Timedocs. We went

It was great to work for Timedocs. We went back to record, for instance, a day in the life of Tu Fu or Annensky, and the reactions their works produced. That was cool but we still

needed to visit 25 November, 1972, and for some reason unknown we were completely unable to - any attempt to visit that date resulted in the unfortunate Timedoc employee landing in

the temporal neutral zone of November 12, 1955. It's not like Nov 25, '72 was particularly extravagant unless someone wanted to put their Thanksgiving leftovers to good use.

But these were time musings that only Doc Brown understood. His hair was a frozen comet of zaniness. Marty stayed quiet. How could he tell Doc Brown that he wanted to return

the Jedi figurine that he'd stolen from 1985?

He hung his head in shame as he remembered the moment his grimy little hands had stolen the Jedi figurine. Guilt had plagued him ever since, so much so that he had never been able

to kiss anyone dressed up as a force-sensitive character from the long-standing franchise. Or wash those hands. Actually, the grime pretty much secured the integrity of the former.

I looked down at my own hands and watched the grime moving across my fingers. It had a mind of its own and was taking me down. The actor/waiter looked at me with scared eyes and

handed me a moist towelette. "Not HELPING!" I yelled back as the grime rushed up my forearms. The waiter rolled his eyes and proceeded to put on a hazmat suit.

"Quickly, it's gonna eat me alive!" The waiter sprayed me with disinfectant, and the grime slipped on the floor. Finally, he handed me the towel and said: "Do you want a dessert?"