Miles walked through the streets of the city, marveling at the world around him. Everything was so old fashioned, but yet everything still seemed bright and new. He remembered hearing in one the classes he dozed off in that the 1950s were the true beginning of optimistic views of the future, with the spaceships and flying cars and what not, and now being back here, and seeing all the sleek cars and the ads for new TVs everywhere, it's not hard to imagine why everyone felt that way.
It really did feel like he stepped into a movie. What was that one called where they come out of the TV show? Pleasantville or something? Anyways, he felt like he was in that world, in the world of fiction. And maybe he was. But this felt like reality.
Miles instinctively reached for his phone to check the time, but realized there was no way he could possibly have one. And he didn't think to wear a watch out of the house. He's was going to have to keep a real good track of time to make sure he wasn't late for his father.
He looked at the clock in the town square. It was 11:45. In the diary it was written he was seeing Singin' in the Rain at 12:30. He'd better hurry then. He didn't want to be late. Especially if Thomas was going to be there.
Miles chuckled to himself. He didn't know why he had started to get into this new life. Maybe this really was Back to the Future. Maybe he was serving some purpose here. In this body.