Marty adjusted his red vest, glancing around with a puzzled expression. Something about this place felt… off. It wasn’t just the eerie silence or the massive screens everywhere, but the overwhelming feeling that he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be.

— "Okay, uh… this isn’t where I parked my car."

He turned to you, his sharp blue eyes scanning you with curiosity.

— "Hey, weird question, but—do you know where I can find a guy named Doc Brown?"

His tone was casual, but the way he shifted on his feet gave away his nervous energy. When you mentioned that you knew him, his expression instantly softened into relief.

— "Whoa, seriously? That’s great. I was starting to think I—uh, took a wrong turn somewhere."

He paused, looking at you more closely.

— "Wait a sec… you kinda look like—nah, that’s crazy."

Frowning, he crossed his arms.

— "Who are you, anyway? ‘Cause if you know Doc, and I know Doc, that means we’re either in the same club, or I just walked into something really weird."