October 22nd, 2015.

4:30 AM.

Old Biff woke up from a sleep on the couch in his living room with the TV still on. It was ironic that he'd fallen asleep around 8:30 last night, and had woken up a good two hours before sunrise. He always proclaimed he liked to sleep in on the weekends, even if today was Thursday, he still would stay in bed if given the chance.

He knew today was going to be a long day. He decided to take a hot shower. He wanted to be awake and alert for the trip he was planning to take. Today would be no ordinary trip though. It was going to be a trip through time, just as soon as he could figure out how to work the thing.

Slowly inching up to the shower and holding onto the wall for support, he just said "Shower on." Within seconds, warm water came blazing out.

20 minutes later, Biff got out and got dressed in an identical outfit to what he had been wearing: Plaid white checkered plants, and a red long sleeved cotton shirt. He proceeded to get some breakfast of eggs, pancakes and Orange Juice. He had finally learned to cook for himself after his last live-in girlfriend had left him in 1999.

5:00 AM

Feeling reenergized and refreshed, the old bully left his house, hobbling out to the garage, where he kept the secret he had stolen last night: a 1982 DeLorean converted into a time machine by local scientist, Emmett Brown. The day before, Biff instantly knew something was up when he saw Doc as he was. In this timeline, the ex-inventor was 95, retired and living in a senior citizen community. Though he was the same guy as before, he had slowed considerably.

Getting in and starting the engine, Biff backed out and was on JFK Drive within two minutes. He wanted to do this early in the morning so no one would notice. Though it was still pitch black outside, there were some shoppers and people commuting to work at this hour. He hit the steering wheel in anger. Do these buttheads ever go home? This is like Vegas.

He realized he would have to go to a more remote area for this to work. Before doing it though, he stopped at a garbage can with wheels outside Burger King to get a handful of stuff. He saw the Mr. Fusion home energy device on the car. Since they were commonplace, Biff knew how to use them. He wasn't aware, though, how much exactly was needed. To be safe, he decided to just take the whole bag. Opening the passenger door, he tried putting it on the seat. Seeing it wouldn't fit, he had to readjust it a bit. Unfortunately this cost precious time. A young woman came up to him who sounded oddly familiar.

"Uh, hey! Excuse me, buddy, what are you doing with our junk? Some guy at the Fly-Thru saw you down here!"

She was 18 year-old Marlene McFly, and had been working the Graveyard shift ever since graduating high school that past summer. There seemed to be a family tradition of McFlys working there. Her uncle Dave had worked there in the early and mid '80s in the first timeline. No doubt if this had been the original 2015, Dave might still be there, along with Marlene.

Biff stumbled for a response, and was worried she might know who he was. "One of my relatives is a trash collector and he couldn't make the rounds today, so I thought I'd help him out."

Marty McFly's daughter looked a bit puzzled by that. "Oh, yeah, and I'm going to be the J-Lo of the 2010s, Please, don't be such a ziphead, mister!" A realization hit her. "Hey, I've seen you before, haven't I? You look like Biff Tannen. My grandpa, George, says he kicked your sorry butt when you guys were my age. He made you wax his car all the time in the 80s too," she giggled.

Biff thought for a minute and said, "No, I'm really not Biff. I look like him, but trust that I'm not. My name is Lester." He saw no harm in lying and posing as someone else. He figured he was about to change the timeline anyway.

As Marlene went to the passenger side of the car, she remarked, "My dad told me about this car. What is it called, a DeLube? A DeLornadune? He says his old friend Doc had one of these."

Old Biff said, "It's a DeLorean," as she went to try and retrieve the garbage liner from the car. She struggled a little, tossing her hair back and squatted with outstretched feet trying to pick it up.

Biff thought fast and went up to her, he said, "Hey, what's that?" He pointed the other way. She got up, let go of the bag and said, "Oh, what is it over there?" Biff stumbled back to the driver's seat just in time. Marlene called "Hey!" but by than, he was already hovering a few feet in the air. He was so happy to be able to pull that trick on someone, especially a McFly, since he had fallen for it for years, ever since some guy named Calvin Klein did it in 1955. He adjusted the bag and reached across the car to shut the door as he took back to the skyway.

The plan worked, to an extent. At least he had fuel for Mr. Fusion. He decided he'd better go to a less populated part of town. Most of the city and the surrounding areas were incorporated by now. He decided to follow above 395 heading west, towards Grass Valley. Even now, there was still a gap of a few miles in between the two Valley towns.

Once he was about 3 miles west of Hill Valley, he decided to give it a try. He landed the car on the side of the road briefly and loaded up Mr. Fusion with old Whopper and soda remnants as well as some futuristic wrappers. These didn't look much different than old-fashioned ones, except for flashing lights telling what kind of food it was. Once the device was almost full, he was satisfied and got back in the car and looked at the time circuits.

So, that's what this display is for. And this is why this keypad looks like an old touch-tone phone. He popped a switch that looked like a clutch, and hearing a little beeping noise, he lit up, proud of his discovery. The time circuits currently read:

DESTINATION TIME.

October 21, 2015.

4:29 PM

PRESENT TIME.

October 22, 2015.

5:17 AM

LAST TIME DEPARTED.

October 26th, 1985.

10:31 AM

Just as a test run, Biff decided to take it 5 minutes into the future, setting the destination time for 5:22 AM. Bracing himself for the trial run, he hovered just high enough off the road to be safely out of the way of any road cars that could come along in the next 5 minutes. He was low enough though, to be cleared from the skyway above.

Accelerating, he assumed you had to reach 88 MPH, just like the label said. As it got closer, he braced himself, not knowing exactly how it would travel through time. He found out soon enough.

5:22 AM.

It was still the same outside, there was a few cars in the distance, but not close enough to see what went on. Luckily for Biff, they were heading the opposite way. Looking out in amazement, the aging man thought Son of a gun. That crazy old man invented something that works. I'll be damned if I know how, but I'm sure gonna use it now!

He had fully intended to give the almanac to his younger self in 1955 so as to make what he had left of his life better. However, he didn't exactly think he'd stumble across another time machine next week. He decided to go somewhere else first.