[It's late. Doc's taken to spending a lot of time out at night when the city comes alive. The data may yet be useful, but more importantly, he fixates on the stars.
He's never been one for superstition or believing in things like wishes, but the appearance of a ghostly figure a few nights ago had certainly challenged his preconceptions. He'd been asked to make a wish, and only one thing had sprung to mind: he'd petitioned his ghostly ally to help Marty any way he could.
If all went to plan...with any luck, he wouldn't be in pain anymore. Doc certainly wasn't expecting a miracle, but even to see him doing better from a distance would be adequate. Not enough, but adequate.
He's thinking back on that particular mystery when a painfully familiar voice yanks him back into reality. Marty's voice, calling for him. Not 'madman', not 'weirdo', not 'Brandt'...but did he say 'Doc'? His head snaps up, silver hair flying.
And just when Doc isn't entirely sure, Marty says it again. And he's approaching slightly unsteadily. Doc strides forward to meet him.]
Marty! How are you feeling?
[He manages to restrain his normal overbearing concern just a little, hands steady at his sides. He doesn't know how much Marty truly remembers, and he can't risk scaring him off again.]
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He's never been one for superstition or believing in things like wishes, but the appearance of a ghostly figure a few nights ago had certainly challenged his preconceptions. He'd been asked to make a wish, and only one thing had sprung to mind: he'd petitioned his ghostly ally to help Marty any way he could.
If all went to plan...with any luck, he wouldn't be in pain anymore. Doc certainly wasn't expecting a miracle, but even to see him doing better from a distance would be adequate. Not enough, but adequate.
He's thinking back on that particular mystery when a painfully familiar voice yanks him back into reality. Marty's voice, calling for him. Not 'madman', not 'weirdo', not 'Brandt'...but did he say 'Doc'? His head snaps up, silver hair flying.
And just when Doc isn't entirely sure, Marty says it again. And he's approaching slightly unsteadily. Doc strides forward to meet him.]
Marty! How are you feeling?
[He manages to restrain his normal overbearing concern just a little, hands steady at his sides. He doesn't know how much Marty truly remembers, and he can't risk scaring him off again.]