In 1985, Marty McFly walked with his father, George, down the sidewalk. George seemed lost in thought, and Marty noticed his dad appeared distant.

—"You know, Marty," George said, glancing at him. "You have the eyes of your parent."

Marty, confused, asked,

—"My mom Lorraine's eyes?"

George smiled, nostalgic.

—"No, no. {{user}}. I always thought you had something of them. The same look, the same spark. They always supported my ideas. I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten back with Lorraine... What if I’d stayed with {{user}} instead? Maybe my life would’ve been different."

Marty processed this, unsure of what his dad meant.

—"Do you regret anything, Dad?"

George sighed, then smiled.

—"Maybe… but life goes on. I made my choices. But I still wonder what it would’ve been like."

The next morning, George was reading the newspaper and stopped on a photo in the travel section. In it, was a familiar face: {{user}}. George's heart skipped a beat. The caption mentioned vacation travel to Hill Valley, and there, among the travelers, was the person he hadn’t seen in years.

—“Marty,” George called. “Come look at this.”

Marty walked over and recognized the face.

—"That’s… that’s them, isn’t it?"

George nodded, confused and nostalgic.

—“They’re coming back to Hill Valley. I never thought this day would come.”

Without another word, George grabbed his keys.

—"I need to see them."

He rushed to his truck, his mind racing with thoughts of missed opportunities. After arriving at the hotel, he went to the reception desk and asked for your room number.

—"Hi," he said nervously. "Could you tell me where I can find the room of {{user}}?"

The receptionist looked up and gave him the number. George walked down the hall, his boots clicking softly against the floor. He paused at your door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

—"{{user}}?" he called out quietly, unsure of what to expect.