"What's going on?" Spike had turned around to face Hill Valley, but only to see the horror of it changing. The paper changed, the city changed, even she was changing. She screamed for help in case she was just going insane, but soon everything blacked out and her screamed faded until it was almost nothing.

Alternate 2015

"Hi, my name is Leslie O'Malley, and I'm your tour guide today." Spike put a fake smile on her face and spread her arm out to the Biff Tannen Museum behind her. "As you all know, Biff Tannen was killed in the 1990's by his wife, Lorraine, who was married to George McFly who was also murdered in the 1970's." she turned herself to face the new edition of the Biff Store, and gave another forced smile to the people she was giving the tour to. "In here we are proud to say we have new Biff Hoverboards, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the end of the tour to buy any."

She looked at her watch. It was now five thirty. This was her last tour of the day, then she was free to have dinner while someone else took over the tours. She sighed. "Sweet freedom in just one hour!"

"This way please!" she smiled again and took them into the Biff's childhood room. After she explained everything she needed to explain and let the people roam around a bit, she stood in front of the newpaper clippings of Biff winning at the races in display cases on the walls. She snorted. "That's not a good picture of Biff." She paused for a minute, having a spell of deja vous that she had been having a lot that week. She hadn't cared about it that much until it really started to bother her. She finally shrugged it off and turned back to her guests.

The next room was the Biff Co. room, which was, in fact, her least favorite room. Some people seemed very interested in Biff Co. but she just figured it was because they were lunatics. She showed them everything from pictures of Biff in front of the Biff co. sign to displays of old, old lunchboxes with Biff Co. signs on it that no one used anymore. Even though the lunchboxes had been made a long time ago and were supposed to look old, they always seemed to look brand new when she got to this part of the tour.

The rest of the tour was so boring that Spike found herself yawning in the middle of her tours. She didn't understand why people came to this dump so often, because Biff's museum wasn't that interesting at all. Just watching the video in the front gave you enough information.

"Excuse me, Miss?" one person in the tour tapped Spike on the shoulder as she yawned again.

"What is it?" she groaned rudely but he didn't seem to notice.

"How long, exactly, have you worked here?" She was about to answer but then she noticed the man had a pad of paper and a pen in front of them. "This person must be crazy if he's interviewing someone who works in this storage for junk for a newspaper." She thought, giving him a weird look.

"I've worked here for three years, Sir." She said all the same. "And I still don't have enough money for a Pit Bull." She thought sourly.

"Uh huh, uh huh..." the man spoke, nodded, and scribbled down notes all at the same time. "Do you feel as if you have a strong bond with the great man behind all this even though he's dead because you have worked here so long?" he was still writing down notes and didn't notice that she gave him a strange look as she thought, "This guy's a 'Butthead!' And I am saying that because I've worked here for so long. I have a boss who's trying to be just like Biff and calls me that everyday." She shook her head as she started to drift off, then she yawned again before answering the man's question. "I'm afraid not. All I can see from all this stuff is the man is a complete Butthead." She laughed at her own joke but everyone in the museum just gave her a strange look, then carried on with what they were doing before.

"I see." The man continued. He scribbled down something else, then he pushed a pair of 2015 glasses up on his nose and asked another question. "Do you feel lucky that you get to work at such a great place about such a great man at such a young age?"

Again Spike gave him a strange look, but she decided to fake her answer. Smirking when the man wasn't looking, she said, "Oh sure, this is the greatest place to work. I used to have preferred a diner but this place is so much better." She said it sarcastically, but she wasn't sure if the man caught it or not. He scribbled yet again, pushed his glasses up, but before he could say anything else Spike lost her control.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I've got a headache, I hate this job, but I still have to do it. This is my last tour, so I just want to get it over with. Got it?" She took out her spike that she hooked onto her finger sometimes, and she put it near his face. She heard him gulp, then he slowly put his paper and pen away.

"Got it." He squeaked. She exhaled and put her hair behind her ears, suddenly feeling much better. "Good."

The crazy man stayed in the back of the group for the rest of the trip, and spike didn't mind that at all. She suddenly felt much better after her outburst, and she talked in a cheerier way, even if what she had to talk about was boring. When the tour was finally over and all the people headed into the store to buy hoverboards for their kids, she headed outside without saying anything to anyone else.

She stopped just outside the museum where a statue of Biff was. Behind the statue was a video that was still playing after many, many years. She stared at it as she put on her jacket, getting a deja vous kind of feeling again. In her mind she pictured an old man in a cane wearing very ugly clothes, but she didn't know why she saw this old man every time she saw something of Biff. The statue seemed to be staring at her while she wasn't looking. She even got a creepy feeling that she was being watched. She got out her spike again and was getting ready to strike at anything that was behind her. She wasn't afraid... she just didn't like the creep feeling she had.

The girl whirled around just in time to kick a boy about her age in the side and send him tumbling to the group. The other two thugs hanging with his grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back before she could do anything else.

"Look, chick, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." One of them said, and they all started to snicker.

She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Doesn't anyone ever learn?" she ripped one arm out of the boys' grip and elbowed one of them in the face. The noise she heard was so tremendous that she didn't want to look and see what she did to the guy. She tried to flip the other one over her shoulder, but he was too stroke for her. She turned around and glared at him, her temper starting to rise again. He gave her a toothy grin, which gave her an idea. She swung her free hand and punched him in the mouth as hard as she could. She had already had a bad day, and she didn't want it to get worse. He fell to the ground with a thud and a groan.

"I think you guys should know better than to attack me when I'm hungry." She said, then she held up her finger with the spike on it. "I guess I didn't even have to use this." She made a fake surprised look, and then she just shrugged. "See you guys later."

"Six forty." She said, looking at her watch as she rounded the corner to find a restaurant to eat at besides the one in Biff's Please Paradise, which was still open. She usually ate at a cheap place, but it was closed now. "Darn it. Where the hll am I going to eat? I was saving this money for a Pit Bull." She sighed miserably. "Oh well." She took a deep breath as she stared up at the huge building that was still here since 1985. "Dreams lost again, because of you." She was speaking to the picture of Biff that was on the building. It was true that this place ruined her life. Not her whole life, but most of it.

She walked in, realizing that she was starving and sat down looking for a menu. "Oh yeah, this place only has liquor." She leaned on her elbow and got her spike out again. "Excuse me, sir..." for what felt like an eternity she finally got someone to come over and pay attention to her. "Does this place have any food?"

"Sorry, Little Girl, but after eight the party for us grown ups is starting. You can't be in here during that time." He spoke in a fake little kid's voice that started to tick her off. She put her spike up to the man's face, but she could feel the deja vous feeling again. "No... not now... I want my food!" It was too late. An image in her mind appeared. She wasn't sure who it was, but he had his head poking out of... jail bars? Her spike was rubbing against his face like she was doing to the man now. Then it was quickly gone.

Spike jumped away from the man as if he was a ghost. He smiled at her with gold teeth, then he walked away. 'Spike, get a hold of yourself. Go chase after that man and get your food!" one voice in her head said. "But wait," said a different voice. "This... vision could be telling you something.... Think about it."

"I need some air." She said aloud, then her hunger was forgotten as she headed out where the hoverboarders were parking. Putting her hair up in pony tail to get it out of her way, she sat down on the nearest curb to think. Luckily no one noticed her.

"Jail... did it mean I was going to jail?" she thought, putting her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the noise so she could think clearly. "Look around for ideas." said the voice in her head.

"That's a dumb idea." Spike said, starting to shiver. "Just do it." She rolled her eyes and looked at all the people around her, their hoverboards, and even their shoes. "I don't see..."

The girl was about to give up on the whole "vision" and go find something to eat, but then her eyes lingered on the Biff statue, then on the huge picture of him above it. It seemed to be grinning more than usual. "Jail..." Spike took her spike off her finger and started to look at it, toss it up in the air and catch it. She had trained herself to do that without cutting herself. "Jail..."

Then in a made flood an idea suddenly popped into her head. "Lorraine... Lorraine Baines Mcfly... she was the one who murdered Biff back in the nineties... she's in jail..."

Putting her spike back in her pocket, she ducked behind a patch of bushes and headed toward the nearest police station.