Playing To My Own Tune

Five minutes later, Doc does appear by the sign, holding a fully-loaded with bells and whistles PINpoint. He quickly locates Marty sitting at one of the computer terminals nearby and gives him a hug. "Here you go -- I found one of the baskets," he says, handing it over. It's pretty much identical to Doc's, meaning it's a wrist-strap version. "The message function is pretty easy to use. . . ." He shows Marty the basics and sets it up to receive e-mails. "Now you can talk to me without having to come here if you don't need to."