[ There's something about what Doc says that brings a smile to his face. And it makes him feel kind of sad, in a way. The word future rings out to him, but he can't put his finger on why. It nags at him, for maybe a second or two...but as quickly as he wonders about it, he forgets.

Octave rings a bell, but he can put a face to the name this time. ] Octave. Octave found you? [ Marty leans on the table, letting his face rest in his hands. ] Y-Yeah, I think so. Else I wouldn't remember you, right? [ Or maybe he'd remember, but it would be a painful process. ]

Same thing happened to me! Only it was Arpegius. I helped him out before my wrist got busted!

[ and yeah. That wasn't something he should have shared. ]