October 21st, 2015.

7:25 PM.

The three sonic booms sounded above as Biff made his entry right back to where he had been. He merged about 20 feet upward and merged onto the skyway, very anxious to discover his new future.

After flying around momentarily, he knew exactly where he was, but something just seemed a little out of place. Ever since the skyways had been completed in 2012, he had never seen them this empty, especially not at the tail end of rush hour traffic. There were maybe only one or two other cars in sight at all. When he had originally stolen the time machine at this very time in this very place, it was filled. The few drivers he saw had dilapidated vehicles, some even older then the DeLorean, and looked to be under maintained, with bumpers falling off, and the like. The town below also seemed like it had minimal activity. There weren't that many lights on. Feeling a little more shocked; a huge sign on the skyway caught his eye.

Lorraine's Grand Resort.

Formerly known as Biff's Pleasure Paradise.

Hill County's biggest hotel.

Sparkling Pool, 300 Channel Flat TV with Playstation 9 in every room, B & B and more.

Next Right.

Biff was too shocked to think of any words. It now was obvious what his younger self had done. Well, a part of it was anyway. The other me obviously used the almanac. He wondered where he lived now. He didn't have to guess who Lorraine was. It looked as if his adventure might not quite be done yet. Would he really still be rich now? Would this version of him be living with Griff? Would Griff even exist now? He began to think those dreams he had could've come true. He didn't want to think about the fact that he might've actually shortened his life.

He started to gasp for air for no reason, as if he was running out of breath. He was just now inching off the skyway and down to the ground adjacent to 47 year-old Marty's house. Struggling to open the gull wing door, his pain worsened. He grabbed his cane, which was stuck in the steering column. It broke off at the head. He stabbed himself with the broken half of it, only hurting himself even more. Staggering quickly away from the car, he could see the time traveling duo, carrying Jennifer.

"She encountered her older self and went into shock! Just as I predicted. She'll be fine, just get her back to 1985," Doc Brown said, with his voice raising, "And then I'm gonna destroy the time machine!"

Marty was confused. "Destroy it? What about all that stuff about humanity? Where we're goin' and why."

As they kicked open the passenger side door and plopped Marty's unconscious girlfriend onto the seat, Doc had the answer. "The risks are just to great, as this incident proves. And I was behaving responsibly! Can you imagine the danger if the time machine were to fall into the wrong hands!?"

Ha ha, it already did, thought Old Biff as he desperately tried to grab onto a car for support.

As Brown got some garbage from a nearby trash can, he continued his speech. "My only regret is that I'll never get a chance to visit my favorite historical era; the Old West. Time traveling is just too dangerous!" Calming down a little, he reflected on something else. "Better that I devote myself to studying the other great mystery of the universe." Looking toward the sky and pausing, he simply said, "Women."

"Yeah, Doc, I know. Sometimes I can't figure 'em out either. I never went out with a girl for more than a month or two before me and Jen met each other," the teen stated as they climbed inside the time machine, still totally unaware that anyone was in it.

Old Biff could still hear what they said. I can't imagine what kind of woman is gonna fall for you, crazy old coot. You two b*st*rds are gonna be in for a shocker. I wonder what I was like rich. I just hope I made their lives a living h*ll. Them and the Irish bug George McFly

Sadly, he didn't know how right he was. Just as he finished that thought, he glanced up at the car flying into the heavily polluted sky above. Biff no longer could hold on and slipped to the ground, moaning one last sigh as he began to vaporize and disappear from his own eyes. Vanishing into thin air, as if he never existed at all.

THE END.