November, 1985 Doc wasn’t home, which meant you could finally drive around the Delorean without him knowing! Stepping into the car, you marveled at the technology covering the inside of the car. Paying no mind as to what any of these things might do, you started the car and started driving around. That’s when you lost control of the car. As the tires slide across a frozen over puddle, you see the speedometer reach 88 mph, and the car is consumed in a white light just before you crash into a tree.

November, 1955 You slowly wake up in a bed that’s not your own. You feel a presence at your bedside and hear a familiar voice— Doc.

“Easy now, don’t sit up too fast. You may be suffering a concussion after that crash.”

Creaking your eyes open, you try to focus on him. Even with your still blurry vision, you can tell that Doc looks younger— thirty years younger, at least. If this is the past, then... he must not know who you are yet.