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[ Eventually Marty'll turn his hand around, because curiosity got the better of him. This time when he looks at the glasses, his head doesn't hurt. And he doesn't pass out. He can't exactly remember what it was about these glasses that had to do with his friend, but they make him smile all the same. They seem to scream 'adventure!' and 'action!' and something about cars. He's not sure about that last one. ]

Thanks, Doc. They're great, I mean-

[ He lets his voice grow a little quiet when Doc speaks up again, and his smile promptly dies. ]

Wait, what do you mean see me soon? You're not goin' already, are you?