The Inkwell Bar

AL nods. "Ye-...wait, weren't there four?" She proceeds to count off on her fingers. "The one young Doc's preparing to send back to the future..." Pause because title drop. "The one Old Biff stole, the one we brought back to 1955 to get the almanac back and the one in the mine." One, two, three, four. "Yeah, four." She scratches the back of her head. "When you're in the middle of it, you never think of it, do you?"