"I've been reading my dad's books," Marty said, swirling the ice cubes in his glass of Pepsi.
Doc turned around, his interest half-raised.
Marty shrugged. "There's time travel in some of them."
"Yes, they're impressively prescient. The science nearly holds up!"
"He talks about paradoxes." Marty glanced at his glass and the hand holding it. Solid now. Permanently?
Doc patted his back absent-mindedly. "This timeline is perfectly stable."
Marty exhaled, slowly. "Okay."
"It's not the one you were born in." Doc smiled, unreassuringly. "Technically speaking, that isn't your family." He nodded toward Marty's house. "Not your paradoxes, not your problems!"
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