mylittlejamjar | experiment 4: visual

[Oh hey, it's Doc again! So soon? Yup. But he looks a little...deflated. His mane's not quite as wild as usual, and the goggles are gone. He's actually set aside the work for a few minutes---but not for long, as everyone will hear.]

First, I want to assure everyone that all clock and mask orders will still be completed on time, as promised, but I'm afraid I must close to new orders for the next two days. I have a bit of a personal matter to sort out---and as it affects some of you as well, I'll go ahead and announce it.

Marty McFly is no longer with us in Equestria. If he was in possession of anything of yours, feel free to come by the---my apartment in the Commune to claim it. And before you ask, absolutely no one is weaseling their way into claiming the guitar, so don't bother trying it.

[For a moment, he looks lost, and then it looks like he might say more...but he changes his mind with a shake of his head and quietly shuts it off.]

[private to those in the know---Tadashi, Dandy, Pollo, and Andrew]

I'll be able to turn my full attention to the time mission now. Expect the field-tests to be soon, if you'd like to participate.

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[It's a little weird, but he's used to that.]

...you think?

I mean, no offense. But I'm not...a superhero or a time traveler or...whatever the hell Discord is. Ok, I'm glad I'm not a Discord.

Time travel might not be as great as you imagine, actually. It certainly didn't leave me a hero.

[Yeah, he's just casually admitting to it. But with how close Cameron and Marty were, he has to have known already, right?]

And we certainly don't need any more Discords in the world. But believe me when I say that all you need to make a difference in this world is an open mind and an open heart.

Yeah...he didn't say much but...sounded pretty bad.

If that's all it takes, then uh...guess I better go into brain surgery.

[Laughs at himself.]

...you don't need to open minds in quite that way. But you'll be fine wherever you end up, Cameron. I guarantee it.

Just promise me that place isn't in a guitar.

[Sorry, Cameron, but he laughs a little.]

Don't worry, it won't be.

Good...

But whatever, I'm sure you must be feeling worse I mean...Marty was your friend? Student? Right?

[Don't start him on this subject, Cameron. Don't start. But...because it's starting, Curie the curious terrier crawls into the frame and settles in front of Doc for petting.]

I've lived and worked alone for most of my life---friendship was somewhat of a foreign concept to me. It all changed one morning, when I found some punk kid snooping in my garage---Marty. He was just about the first person in 30 years to be interested in my work and willing to give me a chance, so I hired him as my assistant.

We had more in common than I ever could've guessed, and in time he became a friend. My first real friend...and because he had faith in me when no one else was willing to give me the time of day, I've accomplished everything I have now. Not a whole hell of a lot, but. Enough.

But I'll be all right. He taught me how to reach out to others...and we always seem to find each other again eventually, even against impossible odds.

All that time...? That must have been rough. I...I only have a few friends and I wouldn't imagine them out of my life.

Guess that's why being here sucks. There's no way for Ferris to call me up and tell me to get my ass into gear. You must be feeling the same, huh?

The thing about solitude is that it enables great achievement. It just...sometimes carries with it a lack of others to share it with. But that's behind me now, even without Marty.

[He looks on sympathetically.]

Yes. I take it Ferris is someone very close to you?

Kinda like uh...VanGogh, right?

He gets on my nerves, he pushes me around, he acts like he's got it all figured out...so yeah, of course he's my friend.

The people closest to us can push our buttons better than anyone else.

[He smiles fondly, remembering a few squabbles with Marty back in Hill Valley.]

But they also have our backs when times are toughest.

Yeah...I guess...

Hope he's doing—nah, he's ok. He's Ferris.

I guess what I'm hoping is: I hope he misses me. Serves him right.

[He laughs.]

I hope I'll have the chance to meet him someday. He would undoubtedly be interesting.

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