After the visitors had returned to their respective dimensions, Marty decided that he might as well spend a few hours with his family. As excited as Marty was about being able to take the next big step with Jennifer, he had to admit that it would feel a little strange to no longer live with his family. Marty sighed to himself, as he realized how scary adulthood could be.

As Marty stepped into the house, he could smell the delicious scent of stuffed shells coming from the kitchen. He mentally compared how his mother's cooking was very different betweeen the original timeline, and the new and improved timeline.

"Oh, hi, Marty," Lorraine called out, cheerfully, as Marty stepped into the kitchen. "I must say, I really will miss having you in our house. I'm so glad that you decided to stay in Hill Valley. It would be so nice if we could all get together for dinner at least once a week. It probably won't happen, though."

"I sure will miss your stuffed shells, Mom," Marty commented, "even though Jennifer and I are working at preparing them ourselves. Of course, there is also Francesca's Italian Diner. Sometimes, Mom, I do miss being a kid."

"Well, as sad as I am to know that you'll soon be leaving this house," Lorraine said, with a heavy sigh, "I am also happy for you, that you are going to take the next big step in your life. I can hardly wait for you and Jennifer to give your dad and I some grandchildren. Jennifer is such a nice girl, you know."

"We do definitely plan to have kids," Marty said, smiling. He realized that, within ten years, Marlene would be born - and Marty Jr would be born a year after that. Having already had a few adventures with his future children, he wondered what it would be like to finally meet them through the natural course of time.

"So what's on your mind, honey?" Lorraine asked. "You seem to be a little bit deep in thought. Are you thinking about the future?"

"Uh, yeah, sort of," replied Marty. "I guess I'm imagining what it will be like, when we finally do have children. I'm imagining the idea of Jennifer and I having our very own family. The thought does seem a little, uh, surreal to me."

"It will probably be like how your father and I felt," Lorraine said, smiling, "when you children were born. Gee, it seems like not too long ago - you were beginning to take your first steps. My God, has it been that long? Where does all the time go?"

"Yeah, Mom, it's funny how quickly and slowly time tends to go by," Marty said, with a little sigh. Even with all the adventures that Marty had taken through time in Doc's DeLorean, he still understood the average person's perspective on time. One factor he usually didn't even consider, was the fact that he was a few weeks older than his official age. He stopped caring about that a long time ago.

"You know, it's a real shame that Calvin Klein is gone, now," Lorraine said, sighing. "I haven't seen him since 1955, but it was still so sad to hear about his death. I wonder if the Kleins are distantly related to your father. So far, we haven't managed to make a connection - but Calvin Klein did look uncannily like you."

"As far as I know, we're not related to Michael J Fox," Marty pointed out. "It can very well be possible that the Kleins just resemble me, and some of Dad's ancestors. That could very well be possible, as far-fetched as it might seem. For all we know, maybe the Kleins are really related to Michael J Fox."

"Gee, I hadn't even considered that," Lorraine replied. "I know some said that, when I was younger, I resembled Lea Thompson a bit. I really do not think I am related to her, either. I guess it seems a bit uncanny that Calvin Klein chose to visit Hill Valley, of all places, back in 1955. Not only that, but he was related to Dr. Brown. I suppose that's why he came to really like you a lot."

"It could be possible," Marty replied, not wanting to tell his mother about what really happened. "I guess he likes me, partially because I reminded him of his nephew."

"There is one other thing I am somewhat curious about," Lorraine said. "I wonder if he might be related to the fashion designer of the same name. Come to think of it, I did find out about his name by looking at his underwear. Maybe the fashion designer of the same name was an uncle of his, or something."

"That's, uh, very interesting," Marty said, a little nervously.

"I still can't believe he died," Lorraine said, as tears filled her eyes. "He was only the same age as your father and I. He was such a sweet boy."

Marty swallowed. He found himself greatly wishing he could somehow retract the idea that Calvin Klein died of cancer. He really couldn't be too angry with Joe Rasnick, but he felt so bad that it was Joe's suggestion that Calvin Klein died of cancer.

"I guess life does go on, though," Lorraine said, sighing. "It looks like it'll just be the three of us eating tonight. Your father should be home, soon."

"It'll be nice having dinner with the two of you," Marty replied, as he threw his arms around his mother. "Well, one day, you'll be able to cook dinner for our children, as well." And you might be able to hydrate a pizza for them, Marty added - as he recalled Jennifer's recollection of that dinner scene from their first trip to 2015.

"I'm sure your children will turn out to be just like you," Lorraine said, smiling.

"Right, Mom," Marty said, smiling. If only you knew, Marty added. silently.

"Of course, there is one thing I could never figure out," Lorraine added. "Calvin did mention something about, if your dad and I had kids, one of them might set fire to the living room rug at the age of eight, that we should go easy on him. We were so surprised that it actually did happen, when you were eight."

"Well, Mom, it was maybe just a coincidence," Marty suggested, smiling.

"Yeah, maybe so," Lorraine replied, "but he could also be some sort of psychic. I do wonder what did prompt him to make that comment, though."

"Who really knows?" Marty replied, shrugging. "Well, I guess I'll go set the table. You are such a wonderful cook. You are also a wonderful mom."

"Well, thank you, honey," Lorraine replied, smiling. "I wish you and Jennifer the best of luck. Congratulations on taking the next big step in your life, Marty."

"Thanks, Mom," Marty replied, as he began to set the table for three.

He had to admit that moving out of his family home was a bittersweet experience. He smiled to himself, though - as he thought of how he and Jennifer would, someday in the future, start their own family. He and Jennifer would not be getting married at the Chapel O' Love, and his son would not grow up to be a wimp. Perhaps, he may even achieve fame as a rock star. One could dream, anyway.