MCFLY
He woke up with the stinging realization that his head hurt like crazy. He stumbled out of the bed – what bed was this? He couldn't remember… his head hurt so badly. Desperately looking around for some Aspirin, the confused guy shakily stood up. Where was the Aspirin? He still couldn't remember, and sat down, holding his head. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was in a room; it wasn't his room – or was it? For some reason his head hurt too bad for him to remember anything. He tried the door – it was open. Peeking outside and finding no one, he went out the door and looked around. Some people were sleeping in a bed – were they his parents? He hadn't a clue.
Now he was starting to get freaked out because he couldn't remember much. Had something happened to his head? He was frustrated, so he shuffled down the stairs… but quiet enough not to wake the sleeping strangers. Silently walking through a strange living room, he spotted a bathroom. Maybe they had some Aspirin there. When he opened the cabinet, however, there was no medicine to be seen. Who didn't have Aspirin, or Tylenol, or anything resembling medicine in their medicine cabinet?
Suddenly, a voice made him jump. "How may I help you… whirr… Mr. Marty Mcfly?" He looked around; no one had made that noise. Where was he? Someone must have been following him through the house. "Whirr… You appear troubled. Stomach trouble? Back pain? Headache?" He looked around again. The voice came from above. There, attached to the ceiling, was a speaker. This was odd; he wasn't used to this kind of technology. Talking back to it, he decided maybe it could tell him where he was… and then he realized he couldn't even remember who he was.
"Who am I, where am I, and what are you?" asked the teenager. The voice box whirred for a few seconds, then responded. "You are Mr. Marty Mcfly, owner of this establishment, which is located in Hilldale, and I am your personal bathroom attendant." None of that seemed vaguely familiar, so Marty rushed to the door at the front of the house. Funny – there was no doorknob. He searched the wall – nothing. There was a window to his left – this was his only chance. He needed to get out of here – maybe things would start coming back to him. But he knew this was not where he was supposed to be. It was almost like – Marty spun around. A man stood on the stairs.