"I guess I can see the logic. If we find something actually open."

Marty himself doesn't seem to think much if anything of the lack of traffic, simply attributing it to the later hour, most people are likely either still at work or back home hours ago to have their dinner and relax for the evening. What does strike him is when they get to the square, the alley. How clean and tidy it all is. Sure, things are fairly presentable back home but there was still some litter occasionally when someone missed aiming for the rubbish bins, some stray cats or dogs.

He opens the door, also using the flashlight to check his own watch at the time. Just to be sure. Because often in their little adventures through time, things might not quite go as smoothly as they might hope or predict.

"Okay. One hour. If we get separated, sure."

Now the question is, where to from here for any clothing stores? Well, this is the center of town, so the only way to find out is look around. Once they are out of the alley, he looks left, then right.

"Right?" he asks, gesturing. It seems as good a general direction to explore first, anyway.