Marty makes an excuse to get some water

No, he had just met Gwen, and considering how nutty her brother seemed to be, he didn't doubt she had her own set of baggage too. On top of this, he looked a mess and for the time being he had managed to hide his boner, so to avoid looking like a total creep he made the first move.

“Hey, it's been nice talking to you, but I'm exhausted,” he said, technically telling the truth.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I've taken enough of your time as it is.”

“That's okay,” he replied with a dismissive wave. “Gonna grab some water and call it a night. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course, have a good night.”

Truth be told, the young Wright felt pretty good about himself after that exchange. It was casual, confident, and as he was walking out his bedroom door he was positive that if he played things slow, this could be the start of something wonderful... if not for what happened next. The second Marty left his room, he felt a cloth cover his mouth. An unknown person grabbed him from behind, and two others held on to his limbs as Marty began to struggle.

He shook violently in his panic, completely unprepared for what was happening. What he could make out was that there were five of them, all had their faces covered and they had clearly planned this, with one of them preparing a large bag. Marty realised too late that he was starting to drift off, and that no matter how much he struggled, he was only denying his inevitable fate. Eventually, the whole world went black.