visualise this scene: “You’ve got one shot at this, Marty!” Doc called over the rising wind. His voice was steady but urgent, every syllable charged with the weight of possibility. Marty nodded, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool spring breeze. He glanced at his wristwatch: 1:17. In forty-three seconds, lightning would strike the tower’s minute hand—our only bridge to the future. See more