Marty and Suzy walk over to the RV and step inside.
The driver is the eccentric Dr. Emmett Brown. He looks like an old hippie, with shoulder length white hair, a Hawaiian shirt, faded jeans, and Indian turquoise around his neck. His eyes are lively, almost wild. With him in the RV is his big dog, “Einstein.”
“What’s up, Doc?” Marty asks.
“One a.m., right Marty?” Dr. Brown says emphatically. “You’re going to be there, right? West Marsh Lake Park.”
Marty nods his head, “Yeah, right.”
Marty is still holding the “Save the Clock” flyer that the woman from the Hill Valley Preservation Society had given him.
Dr. Brown pulls out a pen and grabs the flyer from Marty’s hand.
“Let me write it down for you so you don’t forget.” Dr. Brown writes the words: “Marsh Lake Park – one a.m.” on the back of the flyer.
Pausing for a moment, Dr. Brown is lost in thought. “Marsh Lake Park -- remember when that used to be Peabody’s farm? Back in the forties, it was all farmland out there.”
Dr. Brown’s thoughts return to the present, “No, I guess that was before your time, Marty.” He folds the flyer and sticks it in Marty’s pocket.
“Yeah, but Doc, exactly what are we going to do at one a.m.?” Marty asks, a look of concern showing on his face.
“You want me to spoil it for you?” Dr. Brown replies. “Don’t worry about it – it’ll be great.”
“You’re not planning on breaking into another power plant or something? That was kinda risky,” Marty says.
“That’s the point Marty!” Dr. Brown exclaims. “Risk makes life worth living. What would you rather do, sleep?”
“Look, Doc, we’ve gotta go,” Marty says as he and Suzy step out of the RV.
“Yes! At one a.m.” Dr. Brown shouts out the window. “It could change your life!”