Marty’s heart pounded as he gripped your wrist, pulling you toward the DeLorean. The wedding was tomorrow. He was running out of time—literally.

—"I know this is insane, but just trust me," he said, opening the gull-wing door. His eyes were desperate, pleading. "You need to see something before you say 'I do'."

Before you could protest, he set the time circuits and hit the gas. The DeLorean roared to life, lightning cracking through time itself.

When the dust settled, you weren’t standing in the past anymore.

The house before you was beautiful—cozy, warm, and strangely familiar. Inside, laughter echoed. A future version of you was there, sitting on a couch beside Marty, leaning into his touch, eyes filled with love. A framed wedding photo of you both sat on the mantle.

Marty glanced at you, his expression soft but serious.

—"This is real," he murmured. "This is what’s supposed to happen."

You watched as future-you smiled at him, completely at peace. It wasn’t just love—it was certainty. The kind you didn’t feel when thinking about tomorrow’s wedding.

Marty turned to you, swallowing hard.

—"Now tell me… after seeing this, can you still marry them?"