Little Bill

It seems that I’ve been thinking a great deal about time travel lately. My mind has been dwelling upon the movie Back to the Future, to be specific. You know, it’s basically the story of Marty McFly traveling to 1955, messing up the events in his own history, fixing them, traveling back to the future and finding everything the way he left it.

…only not quite the way he left things.

Marty comes home and falls asleep at the end of his adventure. The next morning he finds that his dorky, goofy, slightly below average family has been replaced — or upgraded, really — with hipper, more successful versions of themselves. And no one is of the wiser. Except Marty. Up until this very point he’s known his family as the uncool McFlys, and is in shock by the changes he’s made.

This led me to the question: What happened to the Marty McFly of that timeline? Where did he go? Did he vanish? Will he turn up? Of course we discover over the course of the next two movies that no other Marty turns up no matter how many times Marty messes with time. Perhaps we should all take a moment and mourn the two? Maybe more? Martys that were erased from time.

Yeah, yeah I know it’s all fictional. I don’t care.