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.......Should he tell Doc? After all, the inventor had warned him about this sort of thing-all that paradox business. But Doc was his friend,in 1985,1955,or 1885. He had to tell him! "Doc!" he yelled."Hurry!" Doc started to amble over in Marty's direction. He hurried up,though,once he had gotten close enough to look at the teenager's face. "Marty, what's wrong?" Doc called. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Marty shook his head. "You're not far off,Doc-." He pointed to the face of the tombstone,and Doc turned to look. "GREAT SCOTT!" The inventor clutched his heart and staggered back. This time,though,he didn't faint. Marty wondered if Doc was getting used to all these shocks. The inventor looked down at the ground. He made a small upset sort of sound in the back of his throaty and walked backward a half-dozen very rapid paces. Marty realized Doc had been standing on his own grave. The inventor hugged his shoulders. "I'm getting chills." He stopped and frowned at the teenager. "Marty,please- don't stand there." Oh,yeah. Marty was standing on the grave,too. He quickly stepped to one side."Sorry." Doc waved the teen's apology aside as he reread the tombstone."Shot in the back? What kind of future is that?"...............Should he tell Doc? After all, the inventor had warned him about this sort of thing-all that paradox business. But Doc was his friend,in 1985,1955,or 1885. He had to tell him! "Doc!" he yelled."Hurry!" Doc started to amble over in Marty's direction. He hurried up,though,once he had gotten close enough to look at the teenager's face. "Marty, what's wrong?" Doc called. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Marty shook his head. "You're not far off,Doc-." He pointed to the face of the tombstone,and Doc turned to look. "GREAT SCOTT!" The inventor clutched his heart and staggered back. This time,though,he didn't faint. Marty wondered if Doc was getting used to all these shocks. The inventor looked down at the ground. He made a small upset sort of sound in the back of his throaty and walked backward a half-dozen very rapid paces. Marty realized Doc had been standing on his own grave. The inventor hugged his shoulders. "I'm getting chills." He stopped and frowned at the teenager. "Marty,please- don't stand there." Oh,yeah. Marty was standing on the grave,too. He quickly stepped to one side."Sorry." Doc waved the teen's apology aside as he reread the tombstone."Shot in the back? What kind of future is that?"........
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