November 12, 2016
5:30 PM PST

Marty McFly Jr was feeling so nervous, as he was lying on a bean bag chair with his friends, Harmony Brown and Tabitha Palmer. Harmony had been his best friend from early childhood - and, more recently, the two of them developed some strong romantic feelings towards each other. Tabitha, on the other hand, was pretty much a new friend to them - even though her mother, Sabrina, was a good friend to Dr. Brown.

"Are you sure the two of you want to do this?" Tabitha asked, a little doubtfully. "I mean, I can help you do it - but I never did astrally travel for eighteen hours before. It just seems like such a long time for you to be outside of your body."

"Yeah, we're sure," Marty Jr replied. "This is a very special day for my dad, as well as my paternal grandparents - and also for Harmony's grandfather, Dr. Brown. We felt it would only be fitting to go back 61 years to this date. It's a big enough day for all of Hill Valley, but it's really a much bigger day for our families."

"So you wish to arrive there at six in the morning?" Tabitha asked, "You also wish to stay there until midnight? This just sounds like a long time to me. What if you need to relieve yourself, or something? There could be some huge risks to this."

"Well, this is such a special day, though," Harmony insisted. "This day even falls on the same day as it did in 1955, on a Saturday. This really means a lot to Marty and me. We really do want check out that important date in Hill Valley history."

"Yes, and it's not like we can exactly use Doc's time machine," Marty Jr added. "I'm pretty sure Doc would say 'no', if we asked him. So much did happen on that day. We don't want to risk accidentally disrupting anything that happened on that special day."

"Okay, well, I think I have an idea," Tabitha said. "I could put the two of you under hypnosis. This way, your body will be able to take care of any functions as it needs to. Then, you two will be out from six tonight until noon tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I could do that for you. I guess this really means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"So what about you, Tab?" Harmony asked. "You're not planning on joining us? It probably is one of the most historical dates in Hill Valley. That clock had run for just a little over seventy years. It's actually our most beloved monument."

"No, not really," Tabitha replied. "My mother might have grown up here in Hill Valley, but I grew up in the suburbs of Sacramento. This really is a nice town, though. I kind of wish our parents did raise us up here, instead of in Sacramento."

"This isn't exactly a town without problems," Marty Jr pointed out. "I mean, there are a good number of people in this town who thinks Dr. Brown is a 'madman'. When my Grandpa George was in high school, he didn't exactly have a whole lot of friends. So this isn't exactly a town filled with the friendliest people in the world."

"Also, the Tannens and the Needles have terrorized this town for many years," pointed out Harmony. "We still have Griff Tannen and his gang, who can be quite dangerous."

"Maybe it's a case of the grass being greener on the other side," Tabitha said, with a heavy sigh. "I guess I was just thinking about how the town has a very rich history. Maybe I'm just a little nostalgic for the stories that my mom would tell me."

"So you're the only girl in your family?" Harmony asked, with curiosity. "You said that you have six older brothers, right? You guys really do have quite the big family."

"Uh, yeah," Tabitha replied. "I'm also the youngest. My brothers all carry my dad's family name, Wilkins. My mom insisted that I should have her family name, though."

"So are you going to change your name, when you get married?" Marty Jr asked.

"No, I don't think so," Tabitha replied. "I really love being a Palmer. It's very nice to meet the two of you. Do you think Dr. Brown may possibly let me take a trip in one of his time machines? I really would love to visit the 1970s. After all, this was the era that my mother grew up in. Well, at least there is always astral time travel."

"It sounds like astral travel is a little less risky," Harmony commented. "After all, you don't risk creating a time paradox. However, you also don't have the full experience of being in that era - since nobody can see or hear you. So it's not quite as fun."

"Since we know how important that date is to Dad and Dr. Brown," Marty Jr added, "it would be a lot better for us to visit this date through astral projection. If there is any date that we should hold sacred - it would be November 12 of 1955."

"All right, let me get some incense ready," Tabitha explained. "This should help make my job a little easier. Why don't the two of you go put on some comfy clothes."

"We brought some fleece pants and cotton shirts along," Harmony explained. "We did come here prepared. We already know it will be raining later in the evening. Now, we have one question to ask. We aren't going to get all wet, are we?"

"Of course not, silly," Tabitha said, laughing. "Your physical body won't be there. You could even fly around town. In fact, you may even be surprised by how much freedom of movement you have. I'll stay here with you - in case anything shouild come up."

"Sounds great," Marty Jr said, smiling. Turning to Harmony, he said, "Come on, let's get changed. So, Harmony, are you feeling a little nervous about this?"

"Well, I never exactly underwent hypnosis before," Harmony replied. "Although, I know that we could trust Tabitha. I sometimes get quite confused, when she talks about auras and such. That kind of talk tends to really lose me, at times."

"Yeah, it's just like when Doc talks about physics," Marty Jr said, smiling. "I tend to have a real hard time understanding what she's saying. I do wonder what it looked like, when lightning hit the clock tower. I'm sure it was a very awesome sight."

"I wonder if anyone else saw it," commented Harmony, "besides your father and my grandpa. We'll be sure to check out the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance, too."

"We'll at least have to watch the part where my grandparents are kissing," Marty Jr pointed out, "and my father is on the stage playing guitar with the Starlighters. We want to watch him play Johnny B Goode, and see just how wild he gets."

"From what I understand," Harmony said, smiling, "he once mentioned that even the teens of that generation weren't ready for that kind of music. Come to think of it, it is sad to think that some members from our generation don't appreciate that type of music, either - and that some of them would actually rather listen to rap."

"Yeah, that one of the things about this era that sucks," Marty Jr commented. "I just wish that rock and roll was still the most dominent form of music, instead of this rap crap. I swear, if I hear just one more punk blaring rap music loudly - I will began to petition against that pathetic excuse for music. We don't need to hear it."

"Now, Marty," Harmony chided, gently. "I despise that kind of music just as much as you do. Still, people have the right to perform and listen to the style. That is what freedom of choice is all about, isn't it? What is someone else wanted to ban, say, hair metal? I know some people really frown on that style of music"

"I guess you have a point, Harmony," Marty Jr said, sighing. "Anyway, let's go see if Tabitha is almost ready to hypnotize us. It is almost six o'clock, and I'm so excited."

"All right then," Harmony said, excitedly. "I guess we're all comfy now. Let's go! I'm really big on wearing fleece pants, as they are so soft and fuzzy. I guess, as we travel astrally, you and I will only be able to touch each other."

After Marty Jr and Harmony ran into the living room, they plopped into the bean bag chairs. Marty Jr's heart was racing wildly, in anticipation. He was real curious to find what astral travel was like. It would be such a new experience for them.

"All right, here you so," announced Tabitha, as she took out a pendulum. "Stare right into this pendulum, and just try to keep yourselves relaxed."

Marty Jr took in a deep breath, as he stared into the pendulum. He felt his eye lids beginning to turn heavy. Before he knew it, his astral body had left the year 2016.

* EDIT *

November 12, 1955
6:00 AM PST

Marty Jr felt stunned, as soon he found himself lying outside in 1955. Immediately, he heard some sonic booms nearby. He looked up in the sky, and saw a DeLorean flying nearby. He quickly grabbed Harmony's hand, as the two of them stood up.

"I guess this really did work," Harmony said, stunned. "Oh, look! The DeLorean is landing behind that sign. That might be your dad and my grandpa."

Suddenly, the DeLorean door opened - and out stepped a teen Marty Sr and Doc.

As the time travellers broke the time barrier, and headed in 1955, Doc parked the DeLorean behind the Lyon Estates billboard - the same place where Marty had parked the car a week earlier.

"Ah, this is heavy, Doc," said Marty Two, with a sigh. "I mean it's like I was just here yesterday."

"You were here yesterday, Marty," Doc reminded Marty. "You were. Amazing, isn't it?" As Doc '85 and Marty Two ran to the billboard for Lyon Estates, Doc '85 added, "All right, sunrise should be in about 22 minutes." As he headed back to the DeLorean, he added, "You go into town, and track down young Biff and tail him. Sometime today, old Biff will show up and give young Biff the almanac. Above all, you must not interfere with that event. You must let old Biff believe he's succeeded, so he'll leave 1955 and return the DeLorean back to the future."

"Right," Marty Two replied.

"Once Old Biff has gone," continued Doc '85, "grab the almanac any way you can. Remember both of our futures depend on this!"

"You don't have to remind me of that, Doc!" protested Marty Two.

"Here are some binoculars and a walkie-talkie for each of you," Doc '85 said, "so we can all keep in contact. I'll stay here and try to repair the shortened time circuits. That way, we don't risk anyone else stealing the time machine - and I won't risk accidentally running into my other self.'

"I just thought of something," Marty Jr said to Harmony. "I realize that the old Biff that Doc is talking about came from a different timeline. I'm not sure if the Biff of our timeline ever came back to this date."

"I kinda doubt it," Harmony replied. "Otherwise, he might start harassing Grandpa."

"Your other self?" asked Marty Two, confused.

"Yes! There are now 2 of me here," Doc '85 explained, "and there are 2 of you here. The other me, is the Dr. Emmett Brown from 1955, the younger me that helps the younger you get back to 1985! Remember the lightning bolt at the clock tower?"

"Yeah," answered Marty Two.

"That event doesn't happen until tonight," explained Doc '85, "so you must be very careful not to run into your other self. Let me give you some money." Doc reached into his briefcase to pull out some money, and continued, "Have to be prepared for all monetary possibilities! Get yourself some '50s clothes."

"Check, Doc," replied Marty Two.

After Marty Two turned to leave, Doc '85 called out, "Something inconspicuous!"

Marty Two didn't bother replying to his older friend. Marty Jr held Harmony's hand, and the two of them began to float up in the air. It was such a good feeling.

"So what next?" Harmony asked Marty Jr. "We're not going to just stay here and watch Grandpa work on the time machine, are we?"

"Naa," Marty Jr replied. "Let's head downtown, and see what we can find there."

"Good idea," Harmony replied, as she and Marty Jr started to float downtown.

oooooooooo

Doc '55 sleepily stretched his arms, as he woke up. He realized that today was going to be the big day. He would have to send his younger friend back to 1985. He had to connect the cables and the wire to the clock. He was feeling a little nervous. After all, this would be his first experiment with time travel - and he hadn't even invented the time machine, yet. Apparently, that wouldn't happen for another thirty years.

He began to think about how he would really miss Marty. While he did have a few friendly aquaintences, it became evident that he and Marty were destined to have a very close relationship in the future. He was suddenly concerned about whether his friend might be successful in bringing his parents together.

His thoughts suddenly drifted towards George McFly. He remember that George was in his class nine years ago, and his closest friends were Billy Stockhausen and Lester Collins. The three of them were rather eccentric, but they just didn't seem to be particularly outcasts. Maybe young kids just tended to be more open-minded than many high schoolers were. That was one reason why Doc had opted to teach at an elementary school level. His heart really did go out to George.

Suddenly, he heard the barking of his dog, Copernicus. He figured that his faithful sheepdog wanted to go for a walk. As Copernicus walked into the bedroom, Doc '55 patted his dog's head, as Copernicus started to lick his hand. He decided to get out of bed and get dressed. He suddenly felt a little sad, as he realized Marty was going to leave tonight - and Doc would not see him again for many years.

oooooooooo

George McFly woke up with a jolt, as he alarm clock went off. He just had a nice dream about how he was about to be married to Lorraine Baines. The truth is, he had a crush on Lorraine for a few months - but he was afraid to talk to her. One of the biggest fears he had was with facing rejection.

Speaking of rejection, that was also the same reason why he was afraid to let anyone read her stories. It was just two days ago that he finally let his closest friends, Lester Collins and Billy Stockhausen - as well as his new friend, Marty Klein - read his stories. He was pleased to discover that all three of them liked his stories.

Perhaps, one of the reasons why George feared rejection was because he didn't have too many friends. There were several people at his school who tried to be friendly to everyone. Last year, he even tried reading How To Win Friends And Influence People - but, unfortunately, the advice he gained from that book just caused people to avoid him some more. George sometimes felt real lonely.

He thought over the plan that Marty told him about the other day. Could he really punch his new friend in the stomach? After all, Marty was really the only other friend he had - besides Lester Collins and Billy Stockhausen, who were both fellow outcasts at their school. Marty, however, wasn't exactly the type to be an outcast.

"Honey, are you up?" asked his mother, Sylvia. "Lester is on the phone. He wanted to know if you would like to meet him at Lou's Cafe this morning."

"Tell him that I'll be right over, Mom," George replied.

He didn't want to let his friend down, but he remember how Biff told him to never come back to Lou's Cafe. The more time he had spent with Marty, though, the more he began to realize how right his friend was. He suddenly felt so angry towards Biff, as he realize just how much he let Biff push him around. If he could somehow win Lorraine over this evening, maybe his life will start to change for the better.

oooooooooo

"Here we are, Harmony," announced Marty Jr, as the two of them floated towards the Courthouse Square. "Wow! This place looks so different, doesn't it? I still remember how, in 1986, this section of the town did look pretty run down."

"Hey, look at the clock tower," Harmony pointed out. "It's actually still working. You know, I almost wish that the clock could become fixed. It's so nice to see that clock working. Anyway, maybe they don't even need to replace that clock."

"Yeah, it is," Marty Jr said, impressed. "Of course, lightning doesn't strike the clock until tonight. We can actually witness the most historical moment in Hill Valley. We could even witness your grandpa sending my father home. It will be very nice."

"Hey, Marty," Harmony called out, "is that your father over there? That boy he's with looks a lot like Herbie Collins, that boy who has a crush on your sister."

"Hey, Lester," George was saying. "Did you find anyone to go to the dance with?"

"Unfortunately, no," Lester said, sighing. "I guess I have the same luck with girls as you do. Do you think Biff will harass us this early in the morning?"

"Well, I know he's not exactly an early riser," George said, as the two boys entered the Cafe. "I think it should be safe enough for us to enter the Cafe."

"Your grandpa was pretty cute," Harmony commented. "Did he really have difficulty with making friends? That other boy must be Herbie's grandpa. I've always felt real bad for poor Herbie. I mean, he seems like a nice enough boy."

"Yeah, I've always defended him," Marty Jr replied. "I think Herbie's father was close to my Uncle Dave. My sister is sometimes a little mean to him, unfortunately."

Suddenly, the sounds of the Westminster chimes could be heard. Marty Jr and Harmony both turned around, and they saw that the clock read 6:30.

"Well, Marty," Harmony asked. "Should we try to looking for either version of your father? Although, we could maybe try your grandma as well. I do wonder what she looked like. From pictures I've seen of her, she looked very attractive."

"Let's check out your grandpa's mansion," Marty Jr suggested. "The other version of Marty might still be there. I know that Dad was always a late riser, as a teen."

November 12, 1955
7:00 AM PST

"So, is Marty Klein really planning on leaving tonight?" Lester asked George. "He is such a nice boy, and it's nice that he's not embarrassed to be seen around us."

"He said that he had to go back to San Francisco," George replied, wistfully. "I really wish I did have the courage to stand up to Biff. I am sick of doing his homework."

"You're afraid that he might beat you up, if you said 'no' to him?" Lester asked. "He has always been a ruthless sort of person. At least, when he was one grade higher than us, he pretty much left us alone. Sometimes, I wish he would just fall into the ravine, or something. I know I shouldn't talk that way, but I'm so sick of him!"

"I think part of this is because of my father," George said, quietly. "He would always tell me that I should do whatever Biff tells me to do. He even mentioned how he did once try to stand up to Jiff - and Jiff and his gang beat him up badly for it."

"Hey, boys," called out Goldie Wilson. "Could I join you two? Lou could not come in today, so I'm supposed to take his place. I like strawberry pancakes, too."

"Sure, I guess you could join us," George replied. Goldie had always been friendly to him, after all. "So you said that you hope to become a mayor someday?"

"That would be my dream job," Goldie replied. "It was actually your new friend who suggested that I should be a mayor. You know, I don't understand why the colour of my skin should hinder me from persuing my dreams. It's not like I chose to be born this way. This is just simply the way that God chose to make me."

"I agree," George replied. "You are just as human as everyone else. Everything you said to me last week was true. I just wish I wasn't so afraid to take a stand."

"So are you planning on going to that dance tonight?" Goldie asked.

"Yeah, I am," George replied. He suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't sure if he would have the courage to punch Marty out. Besides, what if Lorraine still rejected him.

oooooooooo

As Marty Two was looking for some '50s clothes, he felt nervous. He just didn't think that what he was wearing was too much out-of-place for 1955. At least, this time he wasn't wearing that reddish-orange vest he had on last time.

He suddenly saw a leather jacket with a hat that he really liked. He decided that it might be a good idea to dress up as a spy. He hoped that he would avoid running into anyone who might recognize him. He didn't want to risk disrupting history.

"Hey, I think you'd look good in that jacket," commented the girl who worked behind the check-out counter. With a sudden smile, she gushed, "Hey, you know, I've seen you around. Aren't you the one who made Biff crash into manure the other day?"

"Yeah, it's me," Marty Two said, blushing. "I've dealt with people of his type before, and I just figured that he needed a dose of his own medicine."

"So you're going to the dance with Lorraine tonight?" the girl added. "She is one very lucky gal. I wish I had met you sooner. You seem like a real dreamboat."

"Thank you," Marty Two replied. "I can't stick around, though. I have to head back to San Francisco tonight. I was just here visiting my uncle."

"Well, it's been really nice meeting you," replied the girl, as she began to ring up the items. She handed the items back to Marty, and said, "That will be $3.50."

Marty Two was nervous, as he handed the five dollar bill to the girl. After Marty Two received his change back, he smiled at the girl and then left.

"Have fun at the dance!" the girl called out after Marty.

Marty decided to head to Lou's Cafe, so that he can find Biff's address. He hoped that neither of his parents would show up. He knew that his other self was still sleeping at Doc's mansion. He hoped he would be able to grab the almanac sometime before the dance that evening. He was still stunned over nearly being shot by Biff.

oooooooooo

"So, this is Hill Valley Park," Harmony commented, as she and Marty Jr flew up as high as the trees. "You know, Marty, I really could used to this."

"It is such a nice feeling," Marty Jr agreed. "I sometimes wonder why God decided to not give us wings. I think it's just not fair, you know."

"Well, can you hear all these birds chirping?" Harmony asked, smiling. "This place is so peaceful. It's so nice that this park is still standing, 61 years later."

"So, Harmony," Marty Jr asked, "you want to stay here for awhile, or should we..."

Just then, three familiar sounding sonic booms interrupted the serenity that Marty Jr and Harmony was enjoying. Marty Jr noticed that it was a DeLorean.

"Do you think it is who I think it is, Marty?" Harmony asked, as she made a face.

"Yeah, I think it's Biff," Marty Jr replied, sighing. "The Biff of our era, that is."

"Well, he may technically be the Biff of our era," Harmony commented, "but he came here from a different timeline. It was the timeline where I didn't even exist, and I'm not talking about the universe that my guardian angel showed me last Christmas."

"Right," Marty Jr replied, as he saw Old Biff hobble out of the DeLorean. He grabbed the almanac from a Blast To The Past antique store bag, and he shut the DeLorean door behind him. He grabbed his cane, as he started to hobble out of the park.

"I'll just give this book to myself," Old Biff said, to himself, "and, after I head back home, I will be a rich man. That way, I won't have to suck up to that bug, George McFly, anymore. Those damn McFlys can all go screw themselves."

"Gee, what a bitter old man," Harmony remarked. "Although, when you really think about it, I guess I can sort of understand where he's coming from."

"So, Harmony, what do you think?" Marty Jr asked. "Should we just follow Old Biff, and see what he does? I wonder when he gives the almanac to his younger self."

oooooooooo

Marty Two was feeling rather nervous, as he stepped into Lou's Cafe. To his relief, he noticed that the owner of the Cafe was not there. He did find that Lou Carruthers was a bit gruff - and he also seemed to hold some racist sentiments.

"Hey, buddy," Goldie called out, as Marty Two started to head towards the back. "So what brings you here on this fine morning? George and Lester were just here."

"Oh, hey, Goldie!" Marty Two called back, cheerfully. "So how are you doing?"

"So George tells me that you're leaving today?" Goldie asked, with a hint of sadness.

"Yeah, uh," Marty Two stammered, "I have to go back to San Francisco this evening. It's been nice vising this town, but I have to go back to where I came from."

"Hey, Marty, how would you like some strawberry pancakes?" Goldie asked. "It's on me - it'll be my treat! By the way, thank you so much for the suggestion last week."

"Hey, Goldie, you're very welcome," Marty Two replied, smiling. "I think you'd make a very wonderful mayor, and you would do a great job of cleaning up this town."

"So what do you say, Marty?" Goldie asked, smiling. "I bet you would like some extra whipped cream on your strawberry pancakes. It's my good-bye treat to you."

Marty Two was about to turn down the offer, but he then realized that the offer was too good to pass up. He was also feeling real hungry, as it's been quite awhile since he ate anything. He also knew that his other self wouldn't be showing up until much later that day, when Goldie's shift was over.

"Yeah, okay, thanks," Marty Two replied, as he stepped up to the counter. "So where is the boss today? I notice that he isn't around."

"Oh, he called in sick, today," Goldie replied, "so I'm taking over. I do admit that the food in this place is pretty good, but I'd rather have a job with more pay. Anyway, I will go place in your order - and I'm guessing you would like a chocolate milk."

"Uh, yes, please," Marty Two replied. He decided that he deserved a nice treat, and it was still pretty early in the morning. Old Biff probably would not be arriving until a bit later in the day. He never had much of an opportunity to get to know the mayor from 1985. All he knew was that a great majority of the Hill Valley residents did agree with his policies, but there was also a lot of opposition to his plans to replace the clock.

"Here's your chocolate milk," Goldie said, smiling. "I also just placed in your order."

"Thank you, Goldie," Marty Two replied, as he took a sip from his glass.

November 12, 1955
8:00 AM PST

Marty Jr and Harmony watched on, as Old Biff was hobbling his way out of Hill Valley Park. Marty Jr thought that Biff would collapse any minute, now.

"Wow!" Harmony gasped. "I guess Biff really does want to be rich, doesn't he?"

"He can be one rather persistent guy," commented Marty Jr. "I wonder if he's going to walk around town like this. I think he would get pretty tired, sooner or later."

Just then, an older man in a convertable pulled up, and called out, "Hey, sir, do you need a ride? I could give you a lift, if you'd like. I'm headed towards downtown."

"Oh, howdy, Mr. Peabody!" Old Biff called back. "That would be great! Thank you!"

"Mr. Peabody!" gasped Marty Jr. "I wonder if this might be that same man who owns the farm that my father accidentally crashed into, when he first went through time."

"Well, come on in," invited Mr. Peabody. "By the way, just call me Otis. You appear to be mighty older than I am! By the way, what might your name be, sir?"

"My name is, uh, Barney," Old Biff said, as he stepped into the car. Marty Jr began to snicker, as he and Harmony floated up towards them - and the two of them sat in the back seat. "I'm visiting here from Elmdale. I would like to stop by Lou's Cafe."

"I can do that for you, sir?" Mr. Peabody asked. Looking at the almanac that Biff had in his hand, he added, "Where did you get that book from? It looks interesting."

"Oh, uh," Old Biff replied, "it was just an item that I found lying around the park."

"You know, Barney," Mr. Peabody said, "I wonder if this may be from the space alien who crashed into my barn last week. That space bastard had even knocked over one of my pine trees. I wonder if he somehow left that book lying around."

"So it is him!" Marty Jr said, to Harmony. "It sounds like he's still mad at my father!"

"Well, look at it from his point of view," Harmony commented. "He just had his barn destroyed, and he lost one of his pine trees. He even might have felt that his family was being threatened. He really was just acting in self-defense."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Marty Jr replied. "After all, it's not like he really knew the whole situation. Still, this must have been very scary for Dad."

"Of course, the police didn't believe me," Mr. Peabody continued, "so I did end up being committed for a week. Fortunately, they finally discharged me yesterday."

oooooooooo

Biff sleepily stretched his arms, as he woke up. Today was the day that Terry would have repaired his car. He still felt real pissed off with Calvin Klein, or Marty Klein, or whatever the hell name he was using these days. Anyhow, he was quite determined to get his revenge on that punk who made him crash into a manure truck.

"Biff! Biff!" called out his grandmother, Tiffany Gertrude Tannen. "Are you up, yet?"

"Yes, Grandma!" Biff called back, huffily. "I'm up! Why do you need to know?"

"My feet really hurt," Grandma Tannen called back, "and I need you to rub my toes!"

Biff sighed to himself. Ever since his mother died and his father went to jail, he had to grow up with his grandmother. While he hated to admit it, he always was envious of the grandparents that many of his classmates had.

"Just let me grab some breakfast first," Biff called back. "I need something to eat!"

"Well, I really need my toes to be rubbed!" Grandma Tannen insisted.

"Oh, all right, Grandma!" Biff replied, huffily. He hated the idea of touching anyone's feet - but he knew that his grandmother would keep nagging him, until he finally did whatever it was that she wanted him to do. He sighed, as he started to get dressed.

oooooooooo

George and Lester were at the house of their other friend, Billy Stockhausen. When George was twelve years old, he nearly stood up for Billy. However, when he failed to do so, he had not been able to forgive himself since.

"I don't think I'll be going to the dance tonight," Billy said. "My grandma is sick, and I really would like to see her tonight. Anyway, it's not like I have a girl to go with."

George suddenly felt a bit uneasy. He felt rather bad that he was going to miss his favourite television program, Science Fiction Theatre. Still, he figured it was better that he heeded to the warning of Darth Vadar. He felt so nervous.

"Are you feeling all right, George?" Lester asked, concerned. "We can just enjot the music and the refreshment. We don't need to have girls to have fun."

"I'm just worried that Biff and his gang might be there," George replied. He wasn't quite sure if he could really tell his friends about the plan with Marty.

"I'm sure there'll be chaperones there," Lester assured his friend. "With some adult supervision, I'm sure that Biff and his gang won't be able to cause much trouble."

"I suppose you're right," George said, sighing. "It's just that, well, it's like Strickland doesn't care if we get bullied. He also thinks I'm a slacker. I think he blames me for what my father did to him, when they were young."

"Well, he doesn't seem to like me, either," Lester replied. "I know that our fathers have been friends, while they were growing up - and it's great that my father was able to forgive your father. Strickland seems like a very bitter man, though."

"Well, if I don't get to see Marty before I go," Billy said, "be sure to tell him that I said 'good bye'. I sure will miss that boy. He made a big difference in our lives."

"I'll do that," George replied. "I wonder if we can maybe keep in touch, somehow."

"Well, I know he's in love with Lorraine," Billy commented. "If he ends up keeping in touch with Lorraine - I'm sure he'll keep in touch with us, as well."

"I guess you're right," George replied. He did his best to keep from panicking, as he thought of how he would have to actually punch out Marty this evening.

oooooooooo

Lorraine stretched her arms, as that alarm clock woke her up. She was planning on going to Ruth's Frock Shop with her friends, Babs and Betty - so that she could pick out a dress for tonight. She wanted to pick out something that could impress Calvin Klein. She could hardly believe that tonight was the big night.

Lorraine sighed dreamily, as she thought of how much she adored Calvin Klein. She believed that destiny brought Calvin to her. The only huge problem was, Calvin was awfully shy around her. Lorraine found even that to be charming.

"Lorraine, are you awake?" called out Lorraine's mother, Stella. "You have a phone call! It's your friend, Betty! She said she really needs to talk to you."

"Yeah, I was just waking up," Lorraine replied. "I'll be right down, Mom!"

As Lorraine walked downstairs, she wondered what it was that Betty needed to talk to her about. He knew Betty was planning to attend the dance with Todd Newman.

"Hello, Betty?" Lorraine said, as she picked up the telephone. "So how are you?"

"Listen, Lorraine," Betty replied, "I won't be able to go shopping with you and Babs today. I forgot that I was going to have breakfast with Grandma, and she will here very shortly. Maybe we could meet at Lou's Cafe sometime this afternoon."

"Well, have fun with your grandma," Lorraine replied, as she was a little disappointed that Betty wouldn't be able to join them. "Anyway, are you excited about tonight!"

"Oh, Lorraine, I'm thrilled!" Betty said, excitedly. "Todd is such a real dreamboat. I could hardly breathe, when he asked me to go to the dance with him. I have had a crush on him for the longest. So, do you think you'll hit it off with Calvin Klein?"

"Well, I hope so," Lorraine said, quietly. "It's just that, well, he seems to be very shy around me - but I'm very sure he loves me. He even defended me on Monday, while Biff and his gang was harassing me. I really love that in a man. Anyway, I can really feel almost as if Calvin Klein is, well, connected to me. It's hard to explain."

"Anyway, I'd better get going, now," Betty explained, "but we could maybe meet at Lou's Cafe around four, and we could all show up in our dresses for the dance."

"That sounds great," Lorraine replied. "Well, Babs should be here real soon. Anyway, take care - and have fun with your grandma. See you this afternoon."

"Thank you, Lorraine," Betty replied, as she hung up the telephone.

As soon as Lorraine hung the telephone up, she heard the doorbell ring. She headed for the door, hoping that Babs had shown up. It wasn't as fun to shop alone.

"Hello, Lorraine," Babs said, as soon as Lorraine opened the door. "Are you ready to head out shopping? You know, you and Betty are very lucky! I wish I had somebody to go to the dance with. I have to admit that I really envy you."

"I'm sure you'll find your special someone," Lorraine told her friend. "Speaking of Betty, though, she just called. She said that she couldn't join us."

"Yeah, I already know," Babs replied. "She was going out with her grandma. Let's get going now, shall we? Let's go, before all the good dresses are taken."

"I agree," Lorraine said, laughing, as she joined her friend outside. "Let's go!"

The two of them were laughing happily and skipping, as they headed for downtown.

November 12, 1955
9:00 AM PST

"Whoa, look at this mansion!" Marty Jr exclaimed, as he and Harmony found the mansion that Doc used to live in. "Now I'm sad that it was burnt down."

"Some believe that Grandpa burnt it down on purpose," Harmony said, sighing, "so that he could get some insurance money. Some people can be so judgemental, it's not even funny. Well, let's head inside - and see what's in there."

"That's a good idea," Marty Jr said, as he followed Harmony into the mansion. "What should we check out first? This really is a big house, you know."

"Let's see if your dad is still sleeping," suggested Harmony. "I bet he looks as cute as you do, when you're sleeping. The other version of your dad, the one that came back with Grandpa from the alternate 1985, is probably running around somewhere."

"Yeah, he's probably looking for young Biff," Marty Jr replied. "Whoa! This must be Doc's living room! He has a really lovely fireplace, and he has all those pictures of the great scientists on the mantle. He even has a piano over there!"

"Hey, Marty!" Harmony exclaimed. "I just thought of something! You know how my grandpa came up with that idea of time travel, from slipping on his toilet - while he hanging a clock on the wall. Let's go check it out!"

"That's a good idea," Marty Jr said, as the two of them floated into the bathroom. As the astral travellers saw the clock on the wall, they were both amazed.

"Uh, oh," Harmony mattered, "it's looks as though we walked in on Grandpa taking a bath! I guess he really loves his bubble baths, just like we do!"

"Well, Harmony, it could be worse," Marty Jr replied. "At least he wasn't sitting on the toilet, when we floated in. I guess he is just relaxing, before he has to set everything up at the clock tower, to send my dad back to 1985."

"Well, let's go give Grandpa his privacy," Harmony commented, as she held Marty Jr's hand and pulled him out of that bathroom. "Oh, look, this looks like grandpa's dog! Isn't he so adorable? I can't remember what Grandpa named him, though."

Almost as if on cure, the dog looked up and yipped happily. Marty Jr wondered in the dog could somehow sense the presense of him and Harmony.

"I'm sure it was named after one of the great scientists," Marty Jr replied.

"Let's go check up on your father, now," Harmony suggested. "He's probably upstairs somewhere, resting up for his big day."

As Doc's dog headed up the stairs, Marty Jr and Harmony had followed him. As the dog stepped into one of the rooms, the astral travellers floated is. In the room was Marty One, who was peacefully sleeping - as the dog licked Marty's arm.

"Well, he's sleeping in a pretty awkward position," Harmony commented. "I don't know how he can sleep like that!"

"Well, It looks like he's getting up, now," Marty Jr commented. "I guess this is one more trait that I don't have in common with my father."

Marty Jr and Harmony laughed, as Marty One was waking up.

oooooooooo

Marty One sleepily stretched his arms, as he woke up. He smiled at Copernicus, as Doc's faithful sheepdog woke him up. He realized that today was going to be a real big day. He had so much on his mind. He was also feeling very hungry.

He could not help but worry that his plan with George might not work. After all, what if Lorraine saw right their act - and realized that the whole thing was a set-up. There probably would not be another chance to get his parents together, as Lorraine might be so angry at both at them - and then he might become erased from existence.

There was, of course, also the issue of whether he would be able to hit the lightning bolt on time. He really was started to miss life in the 1980s, as well as Jennifer.

Then there was also the fact that his older friend refused to hear anything about the future. Marty One blinked back his tears, as he was determined to find some way to warn his friend about the Libyan terrorists. He couldn't stand to lose his friend.

"Marty?" asked Doc '55. "Are you up, yet? Do you know what day it is today?"

"I sure do," Marty One replied, as Doc '55 walked in. "I have to meet with my father for a little while this afternoon, so that we could do a bit of last minute planning. I'm worried that my mother might see through our act, though."

"That's why you should make sure your father defends her convincingly," explained Doc '55. "You know, I'm so happy that the Darth Vadar trick had convinced her."

"I was amazed by how well I could pull that off," Marty One commented. "It's just that, knowing my father, he never was very good at confrontations - so I have to make sure that he has the courage to defend Lorraine from me."

"Anyway, Marty," Doc '55 said, "I'm going to be heading out to connect the cable and the wire to the clock tower. There is a box of glazed doughnuts in the kitchen. I went to pick them up from the bakery, so they should still be fresh."

"Thank you, Doc," Marty One replied. "You know, I'm quite nervous about this, too. I am actually going to have to make my mother rather angry with me, in order for the plan with my father to work. The big thing is, I'm quite sensitive - and I can't stand it when people are angry with me. I mean, I know how it feels to have my mother real angry with me. I wish she was a bit more loving."

"I can understand how you feel," Doc '55 said, sympathetically. "It really does hurt that some people in this town believe that I am actually a madman. So if I actually had to turn someone against me, it would be real heard to do."

Marty One went to hug his older friend, and said, "You are a special person, Doc. I mean, you really mean a lot to me. I can't stand the idea of ever losing you."

"Thank you, Marty," Doc '55 replied, warmly. "Well, I have to get going, now."

Marty One sighed to himself, as Doc '55 left. He wished that his older friend would listen to his warning about the Libyan terrorists.

oooooooooo

As Marty Two finally found the house on Mason Street, he was shocked by what he saw. This sure did not look at all like a house that someone like Biff would live in!

"Doc," Marty Two called out. "Come in. Doc. This is Marty, over."

"Roger Marty, this is Doc," came the voice of Doc '85. "Are you there?"

Marty Two looked through his binoculars and observed the house some more. It was filled with garden ornaments - and there a sign that read, "No Trespassers: Violators Will Be Prosecuted. This Means You!" Could Biff possibly live in a house like that?

"Yeah Doc, I'm at the address," Marty said, as he glanced at the front door. With a sigh, he quickly added, "It's the only Tannen in the book, but I don't think it's Biff's house. It looks like some old lady lives here."

Almost as if on cue, Biff started to leave the house. Well, what do you know? Marty Two thought, as he was amazed. I guess Biff really does live here!

"Biff!" Grandma Tannen voice called out, indicating that Marty Two was also right.

Oh, now I get it! Marty Two thought. Biff actually lives with his grandma!

"Yeah?" Biff called back, in a somewhat defiant voice.

"Where are you going, Biff?" Grandma Tannen asked, rather demandingly.

"I'm going to get my car, Grandma!" Biff called back huffily.

"When are you coming back?" Grandma Tannen asked. "My feet hurt, and I want you to rub my toes some more."

"Shut up, you old bag." Biff groused, as he started to walk down the street.

In this case, I guess I can't really blame him, Marty Two thought, to himself. He agreed that the idea did sound rather disgusting to him.

A red ball landed at Biff's feet. He picked it up, and five kids began to approach him.

"Give us our ball back!" the kids all demanded.

"What ball?" Biff asked, with a little smirk.

"That ball!" The kids replied, pointing to the ball that Biff was holding.

"What ball are you talking about?" Biff asked, smirking.

"Give us our ball back!" the kids repeated, with annoyance.

"Oh, is this your ball?" Biff asked, as he smirked some more.

"Yeah!" the kids replied, obviously annoyed.

Marty Two crouched behind a car, so that Biff would not notice him. He was stunned by just how mean Biff was. After all, these poor kids just wanted their ball back.

"Is this your ball," Biff asked, tauntingly. "You want it back?"

"Yeah!" the kids replied, with some desperation.

Biff threw the ball into a gutter on a neighbouring house, and shouted, "Well. go get it! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

As Biff walked off, Marty Two picked up his walkie-talkie and said, "Doc, it is Biff's house - I'm on him. Over."

"All right, Marty," Doc called back. "You keep on top of him, and make sure you get that almanac back from him. Make sure that you don't let him see you."

"Check, Doc," Marty Two replied, as he began to discreetly follow Biff.

November 12, 1955
10:00 AM PST

Marty Two felt nervous, as he was following Biff down a street in the Courthouse Square. He kept hiding behind cars, as to avoid being seen by Biff. He could see some kids throwing a ball around Biff walked right between those kids.

"Hey!" one of the kids called out, with indignation.

Biff walked over to his car, where the mechanic had fixed it. Marty Two thought there was something a little familar about that man, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"Looking good, Terry," Biff said, semingly impressed.

"Hey, Biff, she's all fixed up just like you wanted," Terry explained, "but I couldn't get her started! You got some kind of a kill switch on this thing?"

"Nah, you just gotta have the right touch," Biff replied. "Nobody can start this car but me."

"The bill comes to $302 and 57 cents..." Terry informed Biff.

"300 bucks?" Biff interrupted, with rage - as he stepped out of the car. "300 bucks for a couple of dents? No, hey, that's bullshit, Terry!"

"No, Biff, it was horseshit," Terry corrected, with some indignation. "The whole car was filled with it. I had to pay Old Man Jones 80 bucks to haul it away!"

"Old Man Jones?" Biff asked, sounding incredulous. "He probably resold it too! Now, I ought to get something for that."

"You wanna get something for it?" Terry asked, perturbed. "Well, go inside! You can call Old Man Jones, and if you want us to give you a refund..."

Marty Two quietly sneaked into the back of Biff's car, and he covered himself with a sheet. He remembered how Biff wanted retribution from him for causing "300 bucks damage" to his car. He couldn't say that he felt too sorry for Biff.

"It's 300 bucks, Terry!" Biff replied, in obvious resignation.

"Look, I'm only charging you for..." Terry was explaining, sounding a little intense.

"If I catch the guy who caused this," Biff said, with rage, "I'll break his neck!"

Marty Two felt very nervous, as he knew what would happen that night.

oooooooooo

Meanwhile, Marty Jr and Harmony were watching the entire scene. Marty Jr realized just how stressful the day must be for his father. They watched on, as Biff and Terry entered the Western Auto Stores shop.

"The manure!" Old Biff muttered, to himself. "I remember that!"

"I'm feeling a bit jittery," Marty Jr commented, "and I'm not even corporeal."

"I guess I'm feeling nervous for your father," Harmony replied. "He has to make sure that neither Biff can see him. That must be rather hard to do."

As Old Biff walked off, Young Biff and Terry came back out of the store. Biff pushed past a kid on a scooter. Terry was holding four cans, and they were having a rather intense conversation. Marty Jr watched on, with interest.

"...four cans of Valvoline is more than enough." Terry was saying to Biff, firmly.

"Four cans for a $300 job?" Biff demanded of the machanic.

"I can't even have lunch in there," Terry added, grimacing. "It makes me nauseous."

"I should be getting a case or more out of you for a 300 buck job," Biff commented, as he seemed to be getting angrier by the second.

"It smells worse than the bathroom!" Terry replied, as he raised his voice a bit.

The two of them kept arguing, as Biff threw the cans into the back of the car - where they landed right on Marty's private area. Marty Jr grimaced, as he saw that.

"Whoa, that must have hurt poor Dad," Marty Jr commented. "I really would hate to have to trade places with him today. I never realized just how tough he had it."

"Yeah, and how can he put up with that smell?" Harmony asked. "I mean, if it really is as bad as Terry Vincent says it is..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Biff was saying, very sarcastically - as Terry droned on.

"The stench is never going to go away, Biff," Terry continued, without any trace of sympathy for Biff. "Never going to go away."

Biff opened the door, and he sarcastically remarked, "Yeah, thanks a lot."

"That's the last time I ever do you a favour!" Terry shouted, angrily. "Last time!"

"That really serves him right," Marty Jr said. "It's what he gets for being a bully!"

Just then, Marty Jr saw Lorraine and her friend leaving Ruth's Frock Shop. They were carrying a box, as they both were laughing happily. Lorraine opened up the box, and she pulled out a dress. Unfortunately, Biff was also watching them.

"It's perfect, Lorraine!" Babs exclaimed. "You're gonna look so good!" As Terry drove off, and Biff went over to the girls - Babs continued, "You're going to look..."

"Well, lookie what we got here," Biff sneered, as he approached Lorraine. "Pretty nice dress, Lorraine." As Biff lifted up Lorraine's skirt, he lewdly said, "Although, I think you'd look better wearing nothing at all."

"Biff, why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?" Lorraine demanded.

"The nerve of him!" Marty Jr growled. "I really wish I could get my hands on Biff."

"Even if we were here physically," Harmony replied, "we couldn't risk disrupting the space-time continuum. Getting physical with Biff could only make things worse."

"Hey, listen, Lorraine," Biff prodded. "There's that dance at school tonight. Right now, my car's all fixed. I'd figured that I'd cut you a break and give you the honour of going with the best-looking guy in school."

"Well, I'm busy tonight, Biff," Lorraine insisted, obviously disgusted with Biff.

"Doing what?" Biff demanded, angered by Lorraines rejection of him.

"Washing my hair," Lorraine said, in a very huffy voice.

"That's as funny as a screen door on a battleship," Biff replied, indignantly.

"It's 'screen door on a submarine', you dork," Marty Two muttered, from the back of Biff's car. Marty Jr caught a glimpse of his father peaking from under the cover.

"Wow!" Harmony gasped. "Young Biff is just as bad as his grandson. I guess this really does run in the Tannen family. Even though Bill seems to be immune."

"Look, Biff," Lorraine said, annoyed, "someone already asked me to the dance."

"Who?" demanded Biff, in a very menacing voice. "That bug George McFly?"

"I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay?" Lorraine asked, with great aggravation.

"Calvin Klein?" Biff asked, incredulous. He grabbed Lorraine by her shoulders, and turned her to face him. "No, that's not okay. You're going with me, understand?"

"Get your cooties off of me!" Lorraine demanded, as she tried to force Biff off her.

"When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours, Lorraine?" Biff asked, in a voice that said that he would take no argument from her. "You're my girl!"

"Biff Tannen, I wouldn't be your girl even if..." Lorraine paused a little, before finally adding, "... even if you had a million dollars!"

"Uh oh," Marty Jr said to Harmony. "I still remember Dad telling me about that other world. It's ironic that this is the day that Biff receives the almanac from himself."

Marty Jr watched on, while Lorraine kicked Biff in the leg. Lorraine started to hit him over the head with that box. While Biff groaned with pain, Lorraine and Babs quickly ran off. Biff ran into the middle of the road, causing a car to swerve slightly to avoid hitting him. Marty Jr was cheering her grandmother on.

"Yes, you will, Lorraine!" Biff insisted, defiantly. "It's you and me, Lorraine!"

A car had narrowly missed Biff, while the driver called out, "Watch your back!"

"It's meant to be!" Biff added, as he called after Lorraine. "Someday, you'll marry me! Someday, you'll be my wife!"

"That guy just doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Harmony asked, disgustedly.

oooooooooo

Biff was still feeling triumpant about telling Lorraine off, as he approached the car. To his surprise, he saw an older man sitting inside of it - and he had a cane.

"You always had your way with women, Biff," the older man commented to Biff.

"Get the hell outta my car, old man!" Marty demanded, as he was angered.

"Do you want to marry that girl, Biff?" the older man asked, having obviously heard the entire exchange between Biff and Lorraine.. "I can help make it happen."

"Oh, yeah, and who are you?" Biff snorted, as he wanted the older man to just leave him alone. He was already angry with that Calvin Klein punk. "Miss Lonely Hearts?"

"Just get in the car, butthead," the older man ordered, in a very authoritive voice.

"Who are you calling butthead, butthead?" Biff demanded, angered by being called a 'butthead'. He didn't like having his own insult turned on him.

As the older man started the car, Biff was dumbfounded. "How did you know how to do that?" Biff demandd. "Nobody could start this car but me."

"Just get into the car, Tannen," the old man insisted. "Today's your lucky day."

Biff reluctantly stepped into the car, hoping that whatever this old codger with a cane had to tell him was good. He was in no mood to deal with some old fogey.

November 12, 1955
10:30 AM PST

Marty Jr and Harmony decided to follow the Biffs to the garage of the Tannen home.

"I have to admit that I'm kind of enjoying this," Marty Jr commented. "The two Biffs really are getting on each other's nerves. I feel bad for my father, though."

"Yeah, if that car really does stink of manure," Harmony commented, with a grimace.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" protested Young Biff. "Watch where you're going old man! If you break this car, I'm gonna kill you!" After his older self entered the garage and turned off the car, Young Biff added, "This cost me 300 bucks!"

"Would you shut up about the car?" Old Biff snapped.

"Ay, and another thing," Young Biff demanded, "how do you know where I live?"

"Let's just say we're related, Biff," Old Biff replied, "and, that being the case, I got a little present for you. Something that'll make you rich. You wanna be rich, don't ya?"

"You know, Marty," Harmony said, "it amazes me that Biff's younger self is being so damn ungrateful! He's lucky that his older self is not one to give up!"

"Yeah, you're telling me," Marty Jr said, rolling his eyes. He saw his father peeking up from the back of Biff's car. "Get back down, Dad!" Marty Jr urged, nervously!

"He can't hear you," Harmony said, quietly. "He is taking a major risk, though."

"Oh, yeah, sure! Right, that's rich!" Young Biff said, sarcastically. "Ha ha! You're gonna make me rich!"

"You see this book?" Old Biff said, as he showed his younger self the almanac. "This book tells the future. It tells the events of every major sports event till the end of the century. Football, baseball, horse races, boxing... The information in here is worth millions, and I'm giving it to you."

"Gee, talk about being persistent," Marty Jr said to Harmony. "I guess he really does believe that his idea will work. He really is breaking all of the rules of time travel."

"Well, that's very nice," Young Biff said, sarcastically. "Thank you very much. Now, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here?"

Old Biff suddenly gave his younger self a slap across the head, as he said, "It's leave, you idiot! 'Make like a tree, and leave.' You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong!"

Marty Jr and Harmony both laughed at Old Biff's reaction to hius younger self.

"All right, then," Young Biff said, huffily. "Leave!" Young Biff threw the book in the back of the car, but Old Biff caught it. "And take your book with you!"

"Don't you get it?" Old Biff asked, with frustration. "You could make a fortune with this book! Let me show you."

Old Biff turned on the radio, and he went through the almanac - while the radio announcer was giving out the scores. Marty Jr took in a really deep breath.

"UCLA trail seventeen to sixteen!" the radio announcer was saying. "It's fourth and eleven with only eighteen seconds left of this game. I'd say it's all over for UCLA!"

"Bet you a million bucks UCLA win at nineteen to seventeen," Old Biff commented.

"What, are you deaf, old man?" Young Biff demanded. "He just said it was over! You lost!"

"Oh, yeah?" challenged Old Biff, as he turned the volume up.

"Gee, these two version of Biff just don't get along, do they?" Harmony asked, laughing. "I wonder who would win in a major war of words!"

"Well, if this was a physical fight," Marty Jr pointed out, "they both would lose. After all, they are both the same person! I am really enjoying this a lot!"

"Here comes Decker with the kick," the radio announcer continued. "It's up! It looks good, folks! It looks very good! field goal! UCLA wins nineteen to seventeen!

As the announcer was talking, Young Biff looked at his future self in amazement and asked, "All right, pops! What's the gag? How did you know what the score was gonna be?"

"I told you," Old Biff insisted. "It's in this book! All you gotta do is bet on the winner, and you'll never lose." Old Biff handed the book to his younger Biff.

"All right," Young Biff said, finally giving in. "I'll take a look at it".

As Young Biff threws the book in the back, Marty Two tried to grab at it. Old Biff grabbed the book, without seeing Marty Two. Marty Jr breathed a sigh of relief.

"You damned fool!" groused Old Biff, as the two got out of the car. "Never, never leave this book lying around! Don't you have a safe?" After a brief pause, Old Biff added, "No, you don't have a safe. Get a safe! Keep it locked up - and, until then, keep it on you like this."

Marty Jr and Harmony watched on, as Old Biff put the book in his younger self's back jeans pocket. Marty Jr could tell how annoyed Young Biff was with his older self.

"Hey, what're ya doing?" protested Young Biff.

"And don't tell anyone about it, either," Old Biff added. "Oh, and there's one more thing. As Young Biff closed the garage door, and the Biffs left the garage, Old Biff continued, "One day, a kid, or a crazy wild-eyed man who claims to be a scientist is gonna come around asking about that book. When that happens, just shoot him!"

"Shoot him?" Young Biff asked, indignantly. "What do you think I am? A murderer?"

oooooooooo

Marty Two's heart was practically running a marathon, as he knew exactly what Old Biff was saying to his younger self. He suddenly shuddered, as he remembered how that evil version Biff from that alternate reality tried to shoot him.

Thinking about that alternate reality made Marty Two realize just how important it was that he grabbed the almanac from Biff. He was so worried that Biff may keep that book in his house, and then he would never have a chance to grab the book.

Marty Two tried with all of his strength to open up the garage door, only to find out that it was locked. Marty Two looked at those windows, but they were too small for even him to climb out of - despite being short for a man his age.

"I'm trapped!" Marty Two muttered, feeling hopeless. He suddenly reached for his walkie-talkie, and contact Doc '85. "Doc, come in, Doc!" Marty Two pleaded.

"Marty, what's the report?" Doc '85 asked. Marty Two felt so relieved to hear from his older friend. Maybe Doc '85 could help him get out of that place.

"Biff's gone!" Marty Two cried out, as he jumped up and down in desperation. "He's got the book. The old man's gone, too. I'm locked in Biff's garage. You've gotta fly the DeLorean over here, and get me the hell out of here. The address is 1809 Maple Street."

"I can't take the DeLorean out in the daylight," Doc '85 replied, "but don't worry, Marty. Somehow, I'll get over there."

"Whoa, Doc," Marty Two cried out. "Wait a minute, Doc. Hey, Doc!" When there was no answer, Marty Two put away his walkie-talkie and sighed, "Perfect!" He groaned and buried his head against the car, trying hard to hold back his tears.

Marty Two tried to be understanding of his friend, but he hated the very idea of being stuck in the Tannen's garage. It would be so boring. He started pacing back and forth in the garage, trying hard not to cry. Maybe Doc will show up shortly.

oooooooooo

Marty One was feeling nervous, as he went over to George's home. Within the week that he spent in 1955, he had come to see his father in a new light. In a way, he felt somewhat bad about leaving George behind. Besides Lester and Billy, George really didn't have too many friends. Marty One quietly knocked on the door.

"Marty!" exclaimed George, as he opened the door. "Billy and Lester are here, and Mom is making some fruit soup. I'm sure she wouldn't mind one more mouth."

"That sounds great," Marty One said, smiling. He couldn't really practice his plan with George, when Lester and Billy were there. He was feeling pretty hungry, though.

"Is that Marty Klein?" George mother, Sylvia, asked. As she walked onto the porch, she added, "I think it's so wonderful that my son has a good friend in you. It will be such a shame that you have to leave. I really did enjoy getting to know you."

"Yeah, your son is a very nice person," Marty One said, warmly. "He just needs to have a little bit more confidence in himself. He does write very good stories."

"You know, Marty," Sylvia said, smiling, "this is pretty what I've been telling him all his life. It's just that his father, well, has a little too much of an influence. I love my husband, dearly - but he just tends to stay inside his shell a little too much."

"Yeah, well," Marty One replied, "I've been doing my best to encourage your son all week - and I really think there is lots of hope in him. He just really needs to find his inner strength - and he needs to know that some of us do believe in him."

Sylvia smiled at Marty One, as everyone headed to the kitchen. It was really nice to get a chance to know his paternal grandparents a little bit more.

November 12, 1955
11:30 AM PST

Doc '85 sighed to himself, as he closed the DeLorean doors. He just couldn't seem to figure out what it was that caused the time circuits to act up. Maybe it had something to do with daylight saving time ending just before they left the Biffhorrific timeline.

Within the week before he went to put the finishing touches on the DeLorean, he set all of his clocks one hour forward - and then he had switched the gears within them, to convert from solar time to sidereal time. He needed to synchronize both methods of reading time in order to make the time circuits work properly.

Anyway, he had to go rescue Marty Two from Biff's garage. It might take him a few hours to track down the Tannen house. It was very important to retrieve this sports almanac from Biff, before he could gamble and wreck havoc to the world.

As Doc '85 remembered how Marty had covered the car with loose brush when he first arrived in 1955, he decided to do the same. He really hoped that nobody else would try to steal the DeLorean to mess up the space-time cintinuum some more.

After Doc '85 started to make his way for downtown, he realized how great it would be to take a nostalgic trip to downtown Hill Valley. He really missed being a teacher at the local elementary school, as he rather adored small children. He remembered how, in his first year of teaching third-graders, George McFly had been in his class.

His heart suddenly raced wildly, as he realized that he would have to keep Biff from 2015 from seeing him. Otherwise, he might make things worse. He really needed to prevent Doc '55 and Marty One from seeing him, as well. It was going to be hard.

On the positive side, though, Marty Two might be able to get a little bit of rest. Other than the few hours that he was knocked out by Biff's gang, he hadn't had very much sleep. He hoped that Marty Two wouldn't have to follow Biff to that dance tonight.

oooooooooo

Lorraine felt as if she was on cloud nine, as she looked into a mirror and admired how she looked. After running away from Biff, she and Babs decided to stop over with Betty. She was certain that her new dress would impress Calvin Klein.

"Oh, you look so good, Lorraine!" Betty gushed, as Lorraine tried on her new dress.

"Thank you very much!" Lorraine said, smiling. "You know, I'm still a bit shaken up over Biff! I mean, why can't he just leave me alone! Can't he even take a hint!"

"I guess not!" Babs said, rolling her eyes. "You know just how persistent that bully can be! I would really hate to imagine what this world might be like, if Biff actually had the power to run the world any way that he sees fit. It would be horrible!"

"Yeah, God forbid that should ever happen!" Betty replied. "Anyway, enough about Biff! So have you talked to Calvin Klein yet, today? Is he excited about tonight?"

"Well, I did call up his uncle's house a little while ago," Lorraine replied, "but there was no answer. Maybe he's out with his uncle - or else, he's maybe spending a bit more time with George McFly. Maybe they're childhood friends, or something."

"I hate to speak ill of anyone," Babs said, grimacing a little, "but George McFly tends to really creep me out a little. I mean, I still remember the other day at Lou's Cafe."

"Yeah, I think there's something a little off about him," Betty added. "He acts like he can waltz up to a girl and proclaim 'my destiny has brought me to you'. He would be a prime candidate for a stalker, if he wasn't so awkward."

"Well, I don't think he's a stalker," Lorraine commented. "I think he's just real shy. I mean, Calvin Klein also seems rather shy around girls - but he is really not afraid to stand up to bullies like Biff Tannen. He's not even all that tall, you know."

"He's also pretty darn cute," Babs said, a little wistfully. "So you said that he has to leave, tonight? Didn't you say that he was in the coast guard youth auxiliary?"

"That's what he told us," Lorraine replied, "and he was wearing a life preserver. You know, I wonder if maybe I was a little too aggressive with him. I can still remember how he left so abruptly last week. My dad actually has a really unfavourable opinion about him - and I think part of this was maybe my fault. I feel a little bad about it."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Lorraine," Babs said, softly. "Anyway, remember how he stood up to Biff on Monday? I think he really does care about you."

"You're right, Babs," Lorraine replied, grateful for her friend's support. "Anyway, I don't think Dad would really disown me, if I did have a son like Calvin Klein. He is rather gruff, but he's pretty harmless - and I know he loves all of us."

"Anyway, you two," Betty said, "let's head over to Lou's Cafe! I'm pretty hungry, and I could really go for some BLTs. I hope Biff doesn't decide to show up tonight."

"Yeah, you're telling me," Lorraine said, sighing. "Anyway, yeah, let's go!"

oooooooooo

Marty Jr and Harmony floated to where Marty One and George were practicing their act for the evening. It was interesting to see his grandfather at a young age.

"Okay, George," Marty One asked, softly, "you look a little bit tense. You look almost as if you were nervous about a big test. So are you feeling nervous about tonight?"

"Yes, I'm very nervous," George replied. "I'm more than nervous. I'm petrified. What if I say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing? After I rescue Lorraine, what do I say to her? Marty, the only girls I've ever really talked to before were my cousins."

"Look, George, just trust your instincts, okay?" Marty One suggested. "You can't go wrong. Anyway, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."

"Gee, Grandpa looks so cute when he's nervous!" Marty Jr said, laughing. "I never even knew that side of him. I cannot believe there was really a version of me who was like that. Well, I guess poor Grandpa just needed someone to believe in him."

"All right, Marty," George replied, sighing. "I guess I'm ready to practice. I would like to thank you for being such a good friend to me. I'll miss you when you go."

"Yeah, I really can't stick around," Marty One said. "Anyway, you need to be thinking positively. You should tell yourself 'I can do this'. I really do believe in you, George."

"Good old Dad!" Marty Jr said, smiling. "You know, I remember being afraid to stand up to other people, when I was a little boy. It actually was with encouragement from Dad, that I became the stong and confident person that I was today, you know."

"It's scary to think how your dad's life could've been in ruins," Harmony replied. "He did use to have real trouble with being called a 'chicken'. I am happy you never had that trouble. Your father really did raise you up right."

Marty Jr just smiled at Harmony, as George and Marty One had embraced. It was a wonderful gesture, and he began to wonder just how George might cope with Marty not being around anymore. It would probably be very hard for him to do.

"So, George," Marty One continued, "you're ready to practice for tonight. Just keep the positive attitude, and you'll be fine. All right, it's nine o'clock. Where are you?"

"All right, I'm at the dance," George replied, "and you're in the car with Lorraine."

"That's correct," Marty One said, smiling. "Now you walk out to the car, and you see the two of us in there struggling. So what do you do after you open up the door?"

"Hey, you!" George said, in a firm voice, as he walked up to the punching bag. "Get your damn hands off of her!" He swiftly threw his fist at the punching bag.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Marty Jr. "That punch right there almost scared me! I thought it might hit me, even though you and I are not physically here! That was good!"

"It's a lot like seeing history in the making," Harmony replied. "You know, I wonder how the other version of your father is doing? The gas smell from in the garage did made me a little sick. I wonder if he's coping with that."

"Good job, George!" Marty One said, admiringly. "Why don't we go grab a couple of Pepsis? This should give us a little more energy. Then we can try this some more!"

"All right, Marty," George said, eagerly. "I feel a little more confident, now! I think I'll be able to do it, now. What things would you suggest that I talk to Lorraine about?"

"Well, maybe ask her what she likes to watch," Marty One suggested, "or maybe ask her about the bands that she likes. She's a very nice girl, take it from me!"

"Thank you so much, Marty," George said, gratefully. "I'll try not to be so nervous."

Marty Jr watched on, as Marty One and George headed into the house. Of course, he already knew what would happen later that night - but it was still interesting to watch Marty One and George. It was like watching history unfold before him.

November 12, 1955
12:30 PM PST

Doc '85 was feeling really nervous, as he was walking to downtown Hill Valley. What if someone else managed to get his or her hands on that DeLorean? He also needed to see to it that the Biff of 2015 never spotted him, as that event could be especially disasterous. After all, the Biff of 2015 seemed to be much smarter than he ever did.

As soon as Doc '85 had reached the Courthouse Square, he was actually struck by a sense of nostalgia. As he quickly glanced over at that clock tower, he caught sight of his younger self hooking up those wires to the clock - as he was working rather hard to send Marty One back to 1985 that evening. He decided to step into Lou's Cafe.

"Hello, mister," greeted Goldie Wilson, as Doc '85 stepped into the cafe. "You know, I really can't think of what it is about you - but you look very familiar to me."

"Well, I'm just visiting this town," Doc '85 replied. "I'm not really from around here."

"Wait a minute!" gasped Goldie, with sudden recognition. "Would you, by any chance, happen to be related to Dr. Emmett Brown? You really have this same face. He really comes here quite a lot. Unfortunately, there are some people in the town who tend to not have a very favourable opinion about him. I think he's just misunderstood."

"Yeah, actually, I happen to be a cousin of his," Doc '85 said, nervously. He already knew that Goldie would be gone, by the time his younger self finally stopped by this cafe. Still, what if Goldie mentioned this visit to his younger self on another day?

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," Goldie said, warmly. "My name is Goldie Wilson, by the way. The boss is sick today, so I'm taking over for a little while. I'm going to night school, and I hope to become a mayor someday. So what is your name?"

"Uh, Christopher Lloyd... Brown," Doc '85 replied, nervously. "By the way, if you see my cousin around - don't tell him about me. I'm wanting this visit to be a surprise."

"Got it," Goldie said, smiling. "It's so nice to meet you, Christopher Lloyd Brown! By the way, is it okay if I just call you Chris? The fried chicken is on special today."

"Sure, that sounds wonderful," Doc '85 replied, "and you can call me Chris. So how much is the fried chicken dinner. I think I could go for a three-piece right now."

"Today, it costs only one dollar and fifty cents," Goldie replied. "Since you happen to be the cousin of a special friend of mine, however - I could even offer you a 25-cent discount. You have a choice of mashed potatoes, a baked potato, or hash browns."

"Uh, I will have the hash browns, please," Doc '85 replied. "I would also like a coffee with extra cream in it. For the vegetable, I think I'll have some carrots today."

"All right then," Goldie replied, as he handed Doc '85 a cup of coffee. "Your dinner should be ready in almost fifteen minutes. In the meantime, I can go put on some music. I really like The Ballad of Davy Crocket. I think that's a really great song."

"Yeah, I really like the song, too," Doc '85 said, smiling. He watched, as Goldie went over to the jukebox to put on this song. It actually felt great to be able to visit some old friends again. He was even rather tempted to visit his younger self.

oooooooooo

Marty Jr and Harmony were both laughing, just as the two of them began to float out of the cafe. Marty Jr wondered if Goldie may mention this event to the younger Doc.

"Christopher Lloyd Brown!" Harmony gasped, through a fit of laughter. "That's such a good alias for Grandpa to come up with. Anyway, it sure feels real strange to be able to see Goldie I in the days when he wasn't as successful. He seems like a nice guy!"

"Well, let's go check up on your grandpa's younger self," Marty Jr suggested, as the two of them floated towards the courthouse. "I gather it's mainly this hair that looks different. I guess the version from 1985 did get a rejuvination done in 2015."

"This must have been such a hard day for Grandpa," Harmony commented, as the two of them watched Doc '55 make some adjustments to the wire. "He sure hadn't even invented a time machine, yet - and he already needs to conduct a very huge time travel experiment. I'm sure this day was really hard on your father, too."

"You know, I'm a bit angry with the older Doc right now," Marty Jr said, sighing. "The version of my father who came back with him is stuck inside Biff's garage, and all he wants to do is visit with some old friends and sit down to a full course meal."

"Well, he's maybe just really hungry," Harmony said, somewhat defensively. "Why is that a bad thing that he wants to grab a bite to eat. As for him having a conversation with Goldie I, well... Goldie I was really the one to initiate that conversation. So what did you expect Grandpa to do - ignore him? I think you're being really hard on him!"

"What about poor Dad?" Marty Jr snapped. "He doesn't get to eat anything. Don't you even remember seeing him about an hour ago. He was quite distraught, he had even cried himself to sleep! Doc should rescue Dad first, then they can both eat!"

"Yeah, I suppose you have a point," Harmony said, sighing. "He maybe doesn't even know where Biff lives, though. He maybe had to go find the address, or something."

"Yeah, well, he should have just looked for the address," Marty Jr said, sullenly, "and then head off to find Dad. Besides, didn't Dad already give him Biff's address?"

"Hey, look!" cried out Harmony. "I see Old Biff over at Western Auto Shop, and I can see that he is in a really heated argument with Terry! You know, I think it could even be that same Terry who is intent on preserving the clock tower in our era."

"Why the hell would Old Biff care about getting Terry to reduce that price?" Marty Jr groused. "He already thinks that he'll be filthy rich as soon as he returns to 2015!"

"He may not even be haggling over the price," Harmony suggested. "He may only be telling Terry off for charging young Biff a lot of money to repair that car, and he may even be threatening Terry - by telling Terry that he will really pay one of these days, after Biff becomes filthy rich from that sports almanac. He'll be very disappointed!"

"You know, Harmony," Marty Jr commented, "even in the timeline when Biff becomes filthy rich, I wouldn't be too surprised if something bad eventually happened to him!"

"Well, should we check up on the Marty that was originally here?" Harmony asked. "I just wonder if he's maybe still coaching your Grandpa George on how to rescue your Grandma Lorraine from him. Your father did volunteer for a very tough position."

"You know, in a way, it is good that things happened the way they did," Marty Jr said, sighing. "What Biff did was inexcusable - but it had, ultimately, worked for the good."

"I really wonder what the other version of your father is doing right now," Harmony mused. "Maybe he is getting some much needed sleep. So it's may not be all bad."

"Yeah, well," Marty Jr replied, "Dad was still so distraught over being trapped inside that garage. I still think it was very selfish of Doc to not rescue him right away."

"Hey, Doc," called out a familiar voice. Marty Jr turned around to see that Marty One had shown up by the courthouse. "I believe that my dad might be able to do it! He is taking a little nap right now, but we did spend over an hour practicing for tonight."

"Good for you, Marty," Doc '55 gushed. "Anyway, why don't I give you some money - and you can pick out a really nice suit for tonight. Remember that the dance really is a special occassion, and you want to dress presentably. This means no runners!"

"Yes, Doc," Marty One said, sighing. "I guess I really don't expect to actually be at the dance. When my dad finally punches me out, and my mom will fall in love with him, things will finally be fixed. After I come to, I can just leave that dance."

"Well, you might want to head to the dance afterward," Doc suggested, "so that you can make sure that your parents actually do fall in love. So you should look nice."

"All right then," Marty One replied. "I guess I'll go grab some clothes for tonight!"

"Yeah, I guess Dad is a lot like me," Marty Jr commented, as he flashed a lopsided smile. "I'm not real crazy about dressing up in a suit and tie, myself. I'm really not like Alex P Keaton at all! I'm not sure how he can dress so formally all the time!"

"Well, let's head back into Lou's Cafe," suggested Harmony. "We'll see if Grandpa is still eating. You know, I'm getting a bit hungry myself. It's been many hours now!"

"I really hope Doc decides to rescue Dad next," Marty Jr said, as he and Harmony started to float back towards the cafe. Marty Jr was concerned about his father.

November 12, 1955
1:30 PM PST

Marty Jr watched, with great interest, as Doc '85 headed to Jerry's Menswear. He just couldn't help but think of Marty Two, who was still stuck in Biff's garage. He started to follow Doc '85 to the coats section, as Harmony followed behind him.

"Come on, Doc!" Marty Jr groaned. "What about your young friend, Marty? You can't just leave him in the garage like that. Why don't you get right down to business?"

"I guess he wants to change the clothes that he's wearing," Harmony replied. "After all, I wonder when it was that he did last change his clothes." Harmony caught sight of something, and she called out, "Marty, look over there! Do you see that?"

"That's my dad!" Marty Jr. "That is, the version of my dad who is trying to convince my grandparents to fall in love. I guess he decided to pick up his outfit here, too."

"Hello, sir," said a middle-aged man. "I see you're looking at coats. Well, would I be able to interest you in this long black coat? It goes really good with this hat, too."

"Yeah, thanks," Doc '85 replied, smiling. "I might as well buy this. I was actually..."

When Doc '85 suddenly caught sight of Marty One, he quickly ducked into one of the fitting rooms - so Marty One wouldn't notice him. Meanwhile, Marty One was over by the suits department - as he was looking for a suit to pick up this evening.

"Whoa! That is such a close one!" breathed Marty Jr. "We don't need a paradox!"

"Hey, Marty!" called out another teenage boy. "I have really been wanting to meet you. Good job giving Biff a dose of his own medicine the other day!"

"That's no problem," Marty One replied, smiling. "I have dealt with bullies for such a long time, and I know how to handle them. I really don't let my height hinder me!"

"Well, you're certainly cool in my book!" the boy replied, as he gave Marty a friendly backslap. "So, who's the lucky girl that you're taking to the dance tonight?"

"Uh, Lorraine Baines," Marty One replied, nervously. "I am taking her to the dance."

"Oh, yeah, I've seen her around!" the boy gushed. "She's such a pretty girl, if I may say so myself. Well, I can tell that you have great taste - when it comes to chicks!"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Marty One said, nervously. "I'm looking forward to the dance."

"Well, I guess I'll see you around," the boy said to Marty One, as he began to leave.

When Marty Jr and Harmony turned around, Doc '85 was ducking behind the racks of clothes - as he was watching Marty One with interest, while not being seen by him.

oooooooooo

"Oh, where am I?" mumbled Marty Two, as he woke up. He suddenly realized that he fell asleep in the back of Biff's car. He then stretched his arms, as he began to sit up. He suddenly cried out, "Damn it, Doc! When are you gonna get here?"

Marty Two reached into his pants' pocket, and then he pulled out the photograph that he carried with him the last time he was in 1955. With real curiosity, he surveyed the photograph that included him, with Dave and Linda, on it. He was stunned, as he saw that he and his siblings remained intact. Perhaps, it was all a matter of perspective.

He wished that his watch had been working properly. He wasn't sure just how long he had been sleeping, and he just wanted to take the sports almanac away from Biff. He suddenly shuddered, as he thought of how he was almost shot by Biff.

"Doc! Doc!" Marty Two called out, as ge grabbed his walkie-talkie. When there was no answer, he desperately called out, "Come in, Doc! Hey, Doc! Doc! Are you sure you'll be here soon, Doc? Well, what time is it? How long have I been in here?"

After there was no answer, Marty Two sighed to himself. He was feeling so hungry, and he wished so desperately that he could eat something. There was not anything he could find inside of Biff's garage, except for liquer. He felt so hopeless.

"Come on, Doc!" Marty Two cried out, with frustration. "What is taking you so damn long? I am feeling terribly hungry! I wish you would come get me soon! Please!"

Marty Two lay back in the back of Biff's car, as he began to cry. He wanted badly to be able to return to the "good" 1985, and go back to living his life normally. Hell, he would even take returning to his life in the original 1985 over this headache.

oooooooooo

"Lorraine! Honey!" Stella called out, as she saw Lorraine wearing the dress that she just bought. "Why do you insist on wearing that dress to the dance? Don't you think you should be wearing something that's a little more modest?"

"That idiot, Calvin Klein, is quite a bad influence for our daughter," Sam groused, as he stepped into the room. "You really might think that our own daughter would have better taste in men." Turning to Lorraine, he ordered, "You're forbidden to wear that dress to the dance, tonight! You hear me, Lorraine? You are not wearing this dress!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes, as she couldn't believe how square her parents were. Even though she loved her parents most of the time, she sometimes couldn't stand them.

"Look, I am almost eighteen years old!" Lorraine said, huffily. "I am not a little girl, anymore! I really wish you two would stop treating me as if I'm still a child!"

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady!" Sam said, sternly. "As long as you live under this roof, you will follow my orders. You are not going to wear this dress tonight, and that is final! You're lucky that I'm even letting you go to the dance!"

"Your dad is right," Stella said, sighing. "Look, honey, your dad and I are just looking out for your personal well-being. We do not set restrictions to be mean to you. If you wear a dress like that to the dance, you are only asking for trouble."

"Yes, Mother," Lorraine said, sighing. "I guess I'll go find something else to wear."

As Lorraine headed to her room, she was fuming to herself. She was very sick and tired of hearing these "it's for your own good" speeches from her mother. After all, she was a human being, too - and she quite wished her parents could let her make decisions for herself. She was bound and determined to wear that dress tonight.

oooooooooo

Biff was over at the house of his good friend, Skinhead. He was determined to make sure that Calvin Klein punk pay for making him crash into a manure truck.

"Yeah, we could have a lot of fun at the dance tonight," Skinhead commented. "I'll be bringing along some liquer, and we'll be sure that Strickland doesn't catch us."

"Look at what I picked up at the drug store!" Biff said, as he held up the Oh La La magazine. "Take a look at all these naked girls inside. They are just so sexy."

"So Terry actually charged you 300 bucks to clean our your car?" Skinhead asked, stunned. "I call that a great rip-off. After all, it's not like you wanted your car to be filled with manure. That old goat sounds like a very tight-fisted man."

"Yeah, well," Biff grunted, "I think we should get our revenge on that punk tonight. I just found out that he'll be at the dance with Lorraine! He's going with my Lorraine!"

"So what are we going to do, once we find this Calvin Klein?" asked Skinhead. "He sure messed up my hair. It took me about three hours to clean all that shit out!"

"Oh, we will certainly come up with something," growled Biff. "That punk has been a major thorn in my side, ever since he showed up in Hill Valley! He's also planning to take my Lorraine to the dance! I think we really should beat theshit out of him!"

"So what's that other book you have there, Biff?" Skinhead asked, with curiosity. "It looks pretty interesting to me. Do you mind if I take a little look at this?"

"It's supposedly some sort of sports almanac," Biff explained, "that some old codger with a cane decided to give me. I still believe this book is fake - but I plan to keep it anyway, in case this book really can make me rich. I very much doubt it, though."

"Well, this certainly looks like a fake to me," Skinhead said, as he began flipping through the book. "It sure looks as though whoever published this stupid book is wanting to rip people off. Believe me, Biff, this is definitely a scam."

Biff mostly agreed with Skinhead that this book was some sort of scam. Still, there was this part of him who was open to this possibility that the book might be able to make him rich. He was very wary of the "get rich quick" schemes, however.

November 12, 1955
2:30 PM PST

Marty Jr and Harmony were following Old Biff with interest, as they wondered what that old man could be up to. Just then, he stopped in front of a house. Within a few minutes, Young Biff and the members of his gang were leaving the house.

"Oh, it's you again!" Young Biff snarled, as he saw his older self. "What do you want now? I still have that dumb book that you gave to me! Now beat it, butthead!"

Old Biff turned to walk away, but Match and 3-D caught him. Old Biff was struggling against the clutches of his former lackeys, as Marty Jr and Harmony suddenly burst out into hysterical laughter. It was real nice to see that Old Biff was finally getting a dose of his own medicine. This sudden turn of events was very ironic.

"Hey, get a load of his clothes!" Skinhead called out. "Those are some wild threads, grandpa!" He then grabbed the cane from Old Biff and added, "That's an interesting cane you have here!" He started to hit Old Biff on the head hard with the cane.

"I am enjoying this very much, Marty!" Harmony said, laughing. "He totally deserves this! If he has any idea what's good for him, he would just get the hell out of there!"

"You give that back to me!" Old Biff demanded. Match then took the cane away from Skinhead, and he began to beat up Old Biff with that cane, until he was unconscious.

The gang then picked up Old Biff, and they spotted a neighbour's car - whose trunk happened to be open. Marty Jr watched, as the gang carried Old Biff's body over to the car. They gang was all laughing wildly, as they threw Old Biff in this trunk - and then shut the door. Marty Jr couldn't help but be impressed by what just happened.

"Where should we go now?" Marty Jr asked. "Let's check up on my father. I mean, from the first time he was here. It looks like he did a really good job of convincing Grandpa George to take a stand. My father sure did have a lot of influence."

"If Grandpa never invented the time machine," Harmony pointed out, "I would not even exist. I wonder what Big Marty's family was like, in the original timeline."

"From what I understand," Marty Jr replied, "Grandpa George was bullied around by Biff Tannen, while Grandma Lorraine was an alcoholic who often disapproved of just about anything my father did. Uncle Dave and Aunt Linda really didn't turn out to be great, either. It's really amazing that my father was the same in both timelines."

"Yeah, it's very ironic," Harmony agreed. She glanced over at Biff and his gang, and she said, "It's very amazing how much Biff's gang is similar to Griff's gang. Anyway, let's go look for your father! Do you think he might be with his father right now?"

"Yeah, let's head over to Grandpa George's house," Marty Jr suggested. "You know, it's so scary to think I would have ended up being like Grandpa George. He seemed so timid, didn't he? I'm glad my father has encouraged me to stand up to bullies."

Marty Jr took one last look at Biff and his gang, who were harassing some neighbour children. Marty Jr rolled his eyes, as he and Harmony headed off to George's house.

oooooooooo

Marty One was feeling nervous, as he headed to his father's home. Tonight was the big night, and it was really going to be important to make their act as convincing as possible. This had to be the most stressful week in his entire life. He sure had great difficulty with relaxing all week. He never again wished to travel through time.

"Marty!" George called out, as he left the house. "I'm sure I can do it! I have really been practicing within the last few hours. Marty, do you know anything about Darth Vadar? I mean, both of you seem rather intent that I take Lorraine to the dance."

"Let's just say that I'm psychic," Marty One replied, as he quickly flashed his father a lopsided smile. "I just have a feeling that the two of you are made for each other."

"You know, I have had a crush on Lorraine for awhile," George admitted. "She really does seem like a nice enough girl - but, well, I've never been so comfortable around girls. I guess I just feel so insecure, because I really don't have too many friends."

"Well, you shouldn't let Biff and his gang push you around," Marty One replied. "They know they can take advantage of you, and that's why they always pick on you."

"George, honey, are you out..." Sylvia started to ask. She then looked at Marty One, and she said, "Hello, Marty! I have made some fruit soup, and I was quite wondering if you boys would like any. Have you ever eaten fruit soup before, Marty?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good," Marty One said, as he and George followed Sylvia into the house. "I was just giving your son a pep talk, as he is so nervous about this dance tonight. I really think there is hope for your son, though. I'm quite optimistic about the whole thing. After all, he did nearly stand up to Biff Tannen five years ago."

"Unfortunately, that was when Biff had targetted me," George said, sighing. "Biff is just so much bigger than I am. I really wish I had as much strength as Biff and his gang has. At any rate, I really have never been too good with confrontations."

"Hey, I'm shorter than you are," Marty One reminded his father. "I understand that Biff and his gang are very strong, but you don't need to let him push you around."

"You know, you sure are an angel, Marty!" Sylvia gushed, as she gently squeezed Marty's shoulders. Turning to George, she added, "Honey, I just bought you a suit that you can wear tonight. That way, you will look very nice and presentable."

"Thank you, Mom," George replied, warmly. "Ever since I really tried to stand up to Biff five years ago, I've been so afraid to stand up to him. He is so intimidating."

"With the help of Marty," Sylvia said, smiling, "I'm very certain he'll be able to help you gain this courage to stand up to Biff and his gang. I agree with what he always says - about how you can accomplish anything, if you put your mind to it."

While Marty One appreciated what his grandmother said about him, he wasn't very sure of whether he really would get George to stand up to Biff. It was hard enough trying to get his father to punch him out. He hoped his plan would be able to work.

oooooooooo

Doc '55 was feeling rather tired, as he stepped into Lou's Cafe. He really didn't want to let his young friend down. He just hoped that Marty would be successful in getting his parents to fall in love. He had grown fond of Marty, and he began to wonder how the two of them originally met. He really knew not to ask Marty about it, though.

"Hello, Dr. Brown," Sarah Carruthers called out, as Doc '55 stepped into the Cafe. "I am taking over for my father, as he is feeling pretty sick today. Today, there is a 25 cent discount on the spaghetti dinner. Do you feel up to having spaghetti, today?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Doc '55 replied, smiling. "I am really going to miss Calvin Klein, once he leaves. It has been a good pleasure, having my nephew come here."

"I thought he was a bit strange," Sarah commented, "when he first showed. He even asked my father to give him a free Pepsi. Still, I have come to greatly admire him. I thought it was wonderful how he actually dared to take a stand to Biff Tannen."

"Yeah, that young man sure has a lot of gumption," Doc '55 explained. "He has been such a great friend to George McFly. I could remember George from when he was in my class nine years ago. It's really sad to see that he has become such a victim."

"Yeah, it makes me feel sad, too," Sarah said, shaking her head. "I wish my father would just kick Biff and his gang out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, he's afraid to take a stand to them. Anyway, I will be right back. I need to place in your order."

Doc '55 watched, as Sarah headed into the kitchen. He really wondered what Marty was doing right now. He hoped that Marty's plan would actually be successful.

"How are things going with you and Goldie?" Doc '55 asked, as Sarah returned from the kitchen. "Do the two of you have plans to tie the knot. I don't believe we had an interracial marriage in Hill Valley before. I really wish the two of you good luck."

"Thank you so much," Sarah replied, smiling. "My father is still not very happy about our relationship, but he came to accept that Goldie and I really love each other. How would you like to attend our wedding? We're planning to tie the knot in January."

"I would love to attend!" Doc '55 replied. "It's really been a long time since I had last attended a wedding. It's very hard to believe how the two of you have been together for over nine years, now. I really hope to be able to find my soulmate, someday."

"Yeah, I remember how broken up you were," Sarah commented, "when Jill Wooster coldly broke up with you. I wouldn't be so quick to lost all hope, though."

"Well, I don't know," Doc '55 said, sighing. "I'm already 35 years old, and I'm really not getting any younger. Well, I guess I am already married to science. I might just as well not lose sleep over it. Romance is obviously not in the cards for me."

"Oh, chin up, Dr. Brown," Sarah said, encouragingly. "Anyway, I will go check up on your dinner. If I don't see Calvin Klein before he leaves, tell him I wish him well."

"I'll do that, Sarah," Dr. Brown replied, as Sarah headed back into the kitchen. The truth was, he really did have a longing for romance. It was just that it seemed as if nobody was ever interested in him. Life sometimes seemed not very fair to him.

November 12, 1955
3:30 PM PST

George had never felt so petrified in his life before. Marty Klein had been such a nice friend to him all week, even if he did start off being a litle annoying. Marty was really like no other friend he had before. There was also something that was real unsettling about him, almost as if the boy seemed so familiar to him. He couldn't think of why.

"Hey, buddy, relax," Marty said, as he flashed George a lopsided smile. "You really look as if you're on death row, or something. You don't have anything to be scared of. All you have to do is punch me out. It's not like you're going to be facing Biff."

"Yeah, you're right, Marty," George said, nervously. "You're right. It's just that, well, you've been a good friend to me. I'll miss you, once you leave. I just don't believe I can stand to punch you out. I mean, I'm just not that kind of a person."

Marty was quiet for a minute, then tears filled his eyes. Marty gently laid his hand on Marty's arm, and said, "I really understand how you feel, George. I really do. I think it's wonderful that you're a nice person. It's just that, well, you're sure going to have to show Lorraine that you can be a fighter. Please, George, just do it."

"Oh, what's the matter, Marty?" George asked, as he saw a tear slip down each of Marty's cheeks. He felt rather horrible, as he hadn't meant to make his new friend cry. "Okay, I'll do anything for you. I didn't mean to make you upset, Marty."

"No, it's not you," Marty protested, as he wept a little. "Well, it is you - but you didn't do anything wrong. I just really feel for you. It's wrong just how these kids at school can be so mean to you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment, George."

"Really?" George asked, stunned. "Then why do people treat me this way? I mean, I never hurt anyone in my entire life, but it doesn't stop others from hurting me. What did I even do to them? Even Strickland say that I'm a 'slacker'. I don't understand."

"People pick on you, because you're an easy target for them," Marty said, softly. "It is an unfortunate part of life how some people can be real cruel. It's just because of how they feel so insecure of themselves, that they feel the need to put other people down - just so they can make themselves feel better. It is very unfortunate."

"Marty, I really need to confess something," George said, quietly. After Marty smiled encouragingly, George added, "Five years ago, I really tried to stand up to Biff. That was the year he was held back a grade. He was bullying Billy, and I tried hard to..."

George trailed off, as he was feeling way too embarrassed to continue. That was the day that haunted him greatly. George, with Billy and Lester, were always considered "weird" by some of the other kids - but the bullying really didn't start until then.

"I'm sorry, George," Marty said, tearfully. "I really never knew. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Anyway, maybe after you punch me out - you could then gain the courage to finish what you started with Biff five years ago. How does that sound?"

George was stunned. Marty was, once again, acting as if he knew George for longer than a week. He began to wonder if fate had somehow brought Marty into his life.

oooooooooo

Marty Jr and Harmony watched on, as Doc '85 stepped into Hal's Bike Shop. Marty Jr couldn't believe how it seemed like Doc '85 was spending the day poking around.

"It seems as though he doesn't even care about his friend," Marty Jr commented, as he shook his head. "My poor father is locked inside of Biff's garage, and all he really does is waste time poking around? I would so love to give him a piece of my mind!"

"He sure does seem to be going about his own merry way," Harmony said, shaking her head. "I guess he's too busy with doing some nostalgic sight seeing."

"Good afternoon, sir," the salesman greeted, warmly. "I see you decided to look at some our bikes. I think I have just the bike that you're looking for. You look rather familiar to me, but I can't think of what it is about you. It's so nice to see you!"

"Thanks, Hal," Doc '85 replied. "It's sure a nice day for going biking. I'm Christopher Lloyd Brown, and I'm a cousin to Emmett Brown. I just decided to swing by, and pay him a little visit. So, anyway, what is the bike that you have in mind?"

"Well, somebody stopped by earlier today," Hal explained, "and he was wearing this same peacoat and hat that you just purchased. Anyway, I have this bike I think can go very good with that outfit that you're wearing. The bike has red and blue bars on it, and the handlebars has plastic streamers extending from the edges."

"That's such a nice bike," Doc '85 commented, as he ran his hands along the smooth bars. "I really love this bell, as well. I think you've made a excellent suggestion, and I think I'll go purchase it. This bike does look very good with my outfit, I think."

"Who cares about that stupid bike?" Marty Jr cried out, with indignation. "My father is locked inside of Biff Tannen's garage! How about getting him the hell out of there?"

"I'm happy how you approve, Chris," Hal said, smiling. "That will be $40. When you see your cousin, make sure to tell him I said 'hi'. He purchased a bike from me last week, in fact." After Doc '85 handed Hal two $20 bills, he said, "Have a nice day!"

"Thank you very much, sir," Doc '85 replied, smiling. "Now, if only I could remember how to ride a bike. It's been a pretty long time since I last rode one, so I'm probably a little bit rusty at this by now. Anyway, you have a nice day yourself!"

"Don't worry about it, Chris," Hal called out, cheerfully. "Once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget how. Anyway, just have yourself a wonderful weekend!"

"Now, how about rescuing my dad from Biff's garage?" Marty Jr asked, with a hint of annoyance. "Don't you even care that your good friend has been trapped inside that musty garage all day? Come on, now! Why are you acting so selfishly?"

"Maybe he's afraid to spend any time at the Tannen's property," Harmony suggested, quietly. "I sure agree that he should be more concerned about your father. Where do you suppose we would head off to next? Let's check up on the younger version of my grandfather. I know he's been busy preparing to send your father back to 1985."

oooooooooo

Doc '55 had never felt so worried in his life before. Marty was one special friend to him, and the last thing he really wished to do was let his young friend down. There was also this whole space-time continuum to consider. The longer that Marty spent any time in the past, the more he would be creating a great temporal risk.

"Hey, Doc," a familiar young voice called. Doc '55 stepped down from the ladder, as he saw how Marty One had just shown up. "How do you suppose I look? I sure don't feel too comfortable in these clothes, but I know you said to dress up for tonight."

As Doc '55 took a rather good look at the suit Marty One had on, he replied, "I think you look great, Marty. Have you done any more practicing with your father? I never quite expected him to be afraid to take a stand for himself. After all, I do remember how he was a lot more outgoing - when I had taught him in the third grade."

"Well, listen, Doc," Marty One said, a bit nervously, "I actually found out something about my dad, that I never quite knew before. It turns out he did try to stand up to Biff five years ago - when Biff was bullying his friend, Billy. He failed to do so."

"Great Scott!" Doc '55 gasped, as he was greatly stunned by this new revolution. "I knew George and his friends really were not like other kids, but I really don't recall them being bullied. Then again, Biff and his friends were all in the fourth grade."

"It turns out he never forgave himself for that incident," Marty One added. "I felt so bad for him, when he told me about how he had failed to defend Billy. My heart just went out to him, and I sure feel bad that I ever thought less-than-fondly about him. Anyway, after a lot of encouraging him, I'm confident he will pull through tonight."

"I'm so happy to hear that," Doc '55 replied, as he placed his hands on Marty One's shoulders. "You know, I feel very bad that my opinion on him was less-than-stellar. After all, I could really relate to him to some degree. For instance, I sure know that it's very hurtful to have people picking on you, simply because you're different."

"I always try to be friendly towards everyone," Marty One commented. "Anyway, I should maybe go check up on my mom. I hate to say that, but I really feel uneasy around her. I mean, she was certainly acting aggressive towards me all week."

"Well, it is going to be important for you to get close to her," Doc '55 commented. "I understand that it's really not too easy for you. You know, I never even intended on use the time machine to travel to the past. The future is what I was really after."

Marty One was silent for a moment, then he commented, "You know, Doc, speaking about the future - I really do need to tell you about what happens on the night..."

"Shut up, Marty!" Doc '55 snapped. Marty One suddenly looked wounded, but Doc '55 was getting real irritated with this. "You sure have got to be one of the most stubborn people I have ever met! How many times do we have to have this discussion?"

Marty One stared at Doc '55 wordlessly. Then tears began to roll down his cheeks, as he quietly turned around and walked away. Doc '55 was then struck with that pang of guilt. He never meant to upset his young friend, but he couldn't quite understand why his friend was so persistent in telling him about his future. He could be so annoying.

November 12, 1955
4:30 PM PST

Marty One felt real distressed, as he was heading over to Lorraine's house. He had his head down, as he was weeping silently. He felt rather wounded by the way Doc snapped at him, and accused him of being stubborn. Doc was actually the one who was being stubborn. Marty One figured he may have to take some drastic actions.

"Damn it, Doc," Marty One muttered, tearfully. "Oh, why won't you even give me a chance to warn you about the terrorists? Please, Doc, I just don't want to lose you. Watching you get shot was just so upsetting. I was only trying to save your life."

"Hey, Marty!" called out Lorraine, as Marty One headed towards her house. "What's the matter? Why are you crying? Oh, was Biff and his gang giving you a hard time? Seeing you so sad really bothers me, and I'd like to hurt the one who upset you."

Marty One swallowed deeply, as he sure didn't want to see Doc get hurt. He couldn't exactly tell Lorraine what it was that was bothering him. He only wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, placed his hands on Lorraine's shoulders, and looked at her.

"It's something I'd rather not talk about," Marty One said, nervously. "That's sure a nice dress you're wearing." After taking a closer look, he added, "Hey, Lorraine, do your parents know you are wearing this dress to the dance? I mean, it looks rather revealing - and, uh, they just don't seem to be the kind of people to approve."

"Of course not, Marty," Lorraine replied, laughing. "My parents really were adament that I wasn't going to wear this dress tonight. However, they are away at a meeting right now, so they don't they have to know that I am wearing the dress tonight."

Marty One couldn't help but chuckle, as he realized that his mother really was not as innocent as she claimed to be. He began to realize that the '50s just weren't the way they were portrayed on these old family sitcoms, shows like The Honeymooners and Leave It To Beaver. In many ways, life in the '80s was actually much better.

"Anyway, I was thinking we should have dinner at Holt's Diner," Lorraine continued. "They make very good chicken dumpling soup, and they sure make delicious bacon cheeseburgers. I would actually about three of them. I can even pay for myself."

"Uh, no, that