What Will is treated to is the majestic sight of Marty, audaciously shirtless, pulling a pair of boots on over his now jean-clad legs. That's right, Papa's got a brand new outfit. Hey, the tuxedo might've been classy, but there was only so long he could wear it before it started to get a little rank.

Once blood and demon dog brains were added to the already-ripe mix, well, there was no saving it. Now, Marty's rocking the casual-cool look. Jeans, boots, and...

"Hey." It's that-guy. The Asian dude from the Network. "So you're not dead." A beat. "Which one d'you think is better?"

Marty's holding up two t-shirts for Will's approval. This is very important, because he's sure as shit not going into the apocalypse half naked. One of those monsters could claw a nipple off or something.