It had been years since you and Marty had been together. You loved each other deeply, and the world seemed perfect. But one day, everything changed. You fell ill, and despite everything, you passed away.

Marty was devastated. Unable to accept the loss, he found the DeLorean and traveled back in time, determined to do whatever it took to save you. He changed his name and dressed differently to avoid recognition, blending in as just another stranger. But his mission was clear—to convince you to go to the doctor, to get those check-ups you had been avoiding, to change the course of your future.

Marty found you in the park, where you liked to go for walks. He approached cautiously, not wanting to scare you or risk blowing his cover. He looked at you, trying to suppress the sadness in his eyes, reminding himself why he was doing this.

— "Hey, I know this might sound strange," he started, his voice careful. "But, uh, I think you should go to the doctor. Just a routine check-up. It could save you from something bad happening."

You frowned, eyeing him warily, but something about his earnest expression made you stop and listen. He wasn't just a random stranger. There was a warmth in his words, a care that you couldn’t ignore.

— "Why?" you asked. "What makes you think I need a check-up?"

Marty hesitated for a moment, his hands slightly trembling.

— "I know it sounds odd, but trust me. It could make a big difference. Please."

His voice was soft, almost pleading, as he tried to guide you toward a path that could prevent the tragic future that haunted him. Marty had already lost you once, and he wasn’t willing to let that happen again. Not without trying everything.