1:50 PM.

"Oh, and there's one other thing," Old Biff said, pointing his finger, as he hurriedly followed his younger self out of the garage, shutting the rickety, but sturdy double doors and locking them. "One day, a kid, or a crazy, wild-eyed old man who claims to be a scientist is gonna come around asking about that book. If that ever happens, you gotta take care of it, kill them if you can, before they got a chance to do anything."

Young Biff was still shaking his head in some disbelief, but realized there had to be something good about the book for this old codger to be so insistent.

"Uh, kill them? You're not sh*ttin' me, kill anyone who asks about it?"

"That's just what I said, Biff. The scores in that book are only for you to know. If someone else sees it, they could get rich off it. You're the only one supposed to do that. Also, let's just say the scientist looks a little like Doc Brown. The kid looks a little like that punk Calvin Klein."

Biff's younger self was getting more confused, but had a change of heart about it. "I can't believe you know all this stuff about me. When I get to the dance, I'm already gonna knock Klein's lights out. I'm goin' in now, but thanks for the advice, old man?"

"Yeah, just remember about that book, Biff. See you in the future," said Old Biff as he trudged down the street, away from his former house. Young Biff went in and slammed the door. Knowing that was about as good as it was gonna get, Biff decided to leave it at that. Going a couple doors down, he knocked on one. He remembered who lived there and really wanted to tick him off.

A typical looking man in his 40s answered. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Listen, I need a ride up near Grass Valley. You think you could help an old man out? Also, those little kids of yours threw some other guy's basketball on the roof of your neighbors at #1807 this morning."

"Well, hang on pal, Grass Valley, right now? I suppose so, but what are you saying about my kids? Have they been causing trouble and bugging other kids again?"

As Old Biff cracked an evil smile -- knowing it had been the other way around -- the man said, "Just wait here, okay."

Biff vaguely heard him going upstairs. "Children, I have to go out for awhile, but when I get back, you're all in a load of trouble. Your mother can punish you while I'm gone."

"What did we do," they all asked, confused and innocently.

"You know what you did, it was with the basketball this morning. I don't know how you managed to get it up there, but you'll be sorry you did!"

"But, daaaaaad! We didn't. That mean man, Biff, did it."

"Look, there's a little old man at the door who says you did. Now I'll talk about this later, children!" As the guy headed back downstairs, Biff couldn't help but almost break out in a fit of laughter. He knew those little kids would get in trouble for something they not only didn't do, but what he did to them.

"Something must be funny," he said, as Biff brushed it off. "So, the car is out this way, we'd better get on the road soon. I'd like to be home by dinnertime." They headed out to a fairly new light green Thunderbird. Before long, the loud engine started and the car was pulling down the street and heading towards Route 395.

Before he could be interrogated, yet again, Biff volunteered the information himself.

"Hey, I've had a long day, so I'll just tell you whatever you want to know about me now. My name is Thomas, and my car broke down a couple miles past Peabody's farm."

"Okay, that's certainly good enough for me. I wouldn't ask too much about anyone's private life anyway."

During the 5 mile trip, there wasn't much else spoken. Biff just observed the scenery as it passed him by, taking it in happily, knowing he'd have to say goodbye to it shortly. As they rode out into the country, Biff knew he couldn't exactly let the car be seen, but had to get out relatively close to where the DeLorean was parked. He didn't want to walk it. Seeing the barn just up ahead, he motioned to the driver. "Hey, stop here. My car is, umm, hidden off the road somewhere, okay."

"Are you sure? I'll take you all the way there, it's no problem. I don't want you to have to walk it."

Though he appreciated the kindness, he got a little annoyed at the persistence. "Trust me, it's not far. Here is okay. Thanks for the ride."

"My pleasure, sir, I mean, Mr. Thomas. Have a nice day."

As soon as the T-Bird made a U-Turn and was heading far enough out of sight, Biff made his way back to the barn. It was 2:30 PM. Sure enough, it hadn't been touched or disturbed in any way. He was finally relieved that he wouldn't have to do any more sneaking around and walking fast. He physically just wasn't built for it anymore. Not only could he get some good rest, but also, if everything went to plan, he would be back in a much better future.

Before he knew it, he fell to sleep. Who knew the front seat of a DeLorean could be so comfortable? Just like this morning, the dreams seemed real, almost too real. Only now, he had one where he was a celebrity. Walking down the street he vaguely knew as Main Street in Hill Valley, his name seemed to be everywhere. People would say things like, "You're the man, Biff," and stuff like that.

This continued for God knows how long, until the disturbing ones began again. The same one, with Lorraine shooting him at close range repeated, as did a few others. In one, he drowned in the pool of a hotel, and couldn't stop it. Another time, gang members murdered him in a drive-by shooting. Other phenomena's such as falling were recounted too.

Again waking up in fear, he decided to get out now. Looking outside, it was dark. D*mnit! How long was I sleeping this time?

The time circuit display wasn't lying. It was 6:31 at night. He backed the car out, and noticing no one else around, took to the sky, just as he had done on the way in. It would only be a few minutes to the future site of Hilldale, which was now just a wooded, forest like area.

He wondered if everything he did with his younger self today had any effect. Skeptical as he began feeling at first, he did seem to take it at least slightly more seriously at the end. Biff had to think back on all the funny experiences he had in his couple days of time traveling. Finally seeing where Hilldale was, he actually decided to fly past it so he could reenter the skyway just as he had left it before.

He crossed town fairly quick, and reached 88 MPH. It was now 6:38 PM and he would soon find out about his future.