She crashed and caused many accidents that night, but she didn't seem conscious of it. Fleeing from the bushes, she ran as fast as she could down the dirty streets, away from the yells and screams. She ripped the Biff Museum tie from her neck and threw it aside, along with everything else that was part of her work uniform. He had ruined her life, and now she was going to the person who ended his life. She had a feeling she could get out of this hll of a place.

Alternate 2015 Part II

"Ten fifteen." Spike looked down at her watch, then putting it up to her ear to make sure it was working right. "Has it really been two hours? This is ridicules." She got up in her now plain white blouse and black pants, and headed into the police station. Just before she walked into the room, she took out her pony tail and tried to make her hair look scruffy. Now she was ready to start her plan.

"Officers! My gosh..." she crashed into their desk, acting as if she had just ran a long way and was tired out. Gasping and sweating to create the illusion that she was spooked, she lied to the police. "Down... near the Café 80s... there was a huge accident... A huge group of people were hurt after some thugs robbed a store and flew away on some Pit Bulls. They were flying in a restricted area."

"Café 80's? That's all the way across town. Did you run all the way from over there?" one of the police women stood up looking concerned. "Come on, Nancy."

"They stole my Pit Bull so I had to run. They're probably out of Hill Valley by now." Spike said, sitting down in a nearby chair. Then she began to act as if she was catching her breath. When the police were finally gone, a grin broke out on her face. "Yeah right. How did I get so brilliant?" she spent a moment congratulating herself, then she realized that she had no idea where she got the hoverboard in a restricted area idea from. She decided to shrug it of and went to part two of her plan. Her spike came back out of her pocket again, but she hid her hands in her pocket as she casually walked into the room of cells.

It was dark, stinky, damp, and on top of that, hard to see where you were walking. She pressed on anyway, peering into the eyes looking back at her from inside the cells. "How am I going to find Lorraine?"

At the mention of Lorraine, someone in the cell down the hall shifted. "Bingo." She headed down the hall, surprised she wasn't caught by anyway yet. "Hmmm... Perhaps I'm better than I thought." She shrugged again and started picking at the lock. Out of shock from another deja vous attack, she pulled her hand away from the lock and stared at it in wonder. Was she physic or something?

"What are you doing?" Lorraine's voice sounded closer than she thought it would sound, which surprised her.

"Are you Lorraine? I wish I had a light." She complained. How was she going to get the prisoner out if she could barely see?

"Yes, I am.... Who are you? By the way, all you have to do is say 'Lights on'."

A dim light suddenly sputtered on, just bright enough for the two of them to see each other. Spike was shocked at what the place looked like in the light. "Defiantly not what I call clean." She thought to herself. "Wow... you've been in here for a while, haven't you..."

The old Lorraine nodded. "Since 1996." Her voice sounded raspy. "Only ten more years. Now, who are you and what are you doing?"

"My name is Leslie O'Malley, and I'm here to break you out of here. I used to work at the Biff Tannen Museum."

"What? Were... were you kicked out?" Lorraine didn't even move from where she was standing as Spike picked at the lock. "2015 locks aren't that easy to unlock, you know."

"Yes they are. I've done it before." The door swung open and Spike stood next to it, looking proud. "And, no, I wasn't kicked out... at least, not yet." She laughed, but cleared her throat and Lorraine didn't do anything. "Are you coming out or not? I have some things to ask you."

Lorraine hesitated, but then she finally decided to come out with the strange girl. "I have a few things to ask you first. When was the last time you broke someone out of jail?"

"What?" Spike gave the old lady a strange look, as if she didn't know what she was talking about. "This is the first time-" she was interrupted by another "vision," except this time it was a quick flash. She was with three other boys; one of them was in her previous visions. All four of them were being arrested.

"Are you all right? You look pale." Lorraine pushed the door closed when she got into the hallway. Then she took Spike's arm and lead her down the way she had come, acting as if Spike was sick.

"I'm fine... really. I just have this strange feeling."

"Well, if you say so." Then Lorraine asked another question. "How did you get the police away?"

"Oh, that was easy." She laughed again when they finally got to the front of the station. "I sent them out of Hill Valley probably."

"Smart move." Lorraine held onto the nearby chair as she regained her balance. "I'm sorry. I'm not the young woman I used to be anymore."

Spike suddenly snorted. "Because of Biff I bet. Yeah, same with me..." when she saw the weird look on Lorraine's face, she quickly tried to change her answer. "I mean... well... Let's talk about it outside. Everyone is probably at Biff's right now, so I think it's ok." She opened the front door carefully and looked out. Everything was quiet. "I think we're good."

"We're not leaving on a hoverboard, are we?" Lorraine asked, her grip still on the door.

"Of course not! I think we'll have to steal a car though. This one's nice." Spike picked at the lock of the car as well, then she opened the door. "I never got my license, but oh well."

"WHAT?" Lorraine jumped right out of the car and started reciting a speech. "Now listen to me, young woman. Stealing a car is bad enough-"

"Relax!"

"No, I can't relax! I think this is a dream! Why would a young girl break me out of jail, just like that- a girl that works at Biff's! Impossible!" Lorraine started to walk towards the police station again.

"Lorraine! Wait!" Spike sighed and climbed out of the car again. "Wait! You're the only one I can talk to right now! My parents kicked me out of my home, I don't have enough money for a Pit Bull, my job stinks, and I think something really weird is going on."

Lorraine stopped in her tracks, but still didn't turn around to join her. Spike sighed again, trying again. "And Biff is a moron, yes, I'm in that club too. You can trust me."

The old woman hesitated again, but after a moment she turned around to face Spike again. "All right. But tell me one thing first. What really weird thing do you think is going on?"

Thunder started to rumble overhead. Spike glanced up at the sky, getting a creepy feeling again. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. You see, earlier this morning I was reading the newspaper, and I felt like it was the wrong story. Then I keep having deja vous and then I have memories that never happened. It feels as if... well... this is going to sound really stupid but... I feel like there's some different reality or something..."

It was Lorraine's turn to snort. "Yeah, a better reality where Biff never got rich I bet. What a better world that would be."

"Exactly! I think something happened... I don't think our lives were supposed to turn out this way. You see, look..." Spike hunted through her pocket until she finally pulled out the newspaper she was reading this morning. "Dmn it ripped. Oh well." She flattened it out on the nearby wall, and stared at it. "Come on, look."

Lorraine stood next to Spike and stared at the newspaper, but after a few moments she threw up her hands as if she didn't understand. "All I see is an article about Biff's Pleasure Paradise."

"Yeah, but do you get a feeling when you look at it?" she looked over at Lorraine, starting to loose faith that she would understand what she is talking about. Sighing, she ripped the paper into shreds. "This is stupid. I must be just going insane. Working in Biff's Museum can probably do that to you."

Unexpectedly Lorraine started to laugh. "That's a good one! You're probably right though." Spike waited for her to stop laughing, then she sighed again. "I just feel confused. I came here to get you because you were the one who ended Biff's life. For some reason I felt like you were the only one I could go to."

"Well, then lets bust out of here!" Lorraine smiled and started to get into the car.

"What? What are you doing? I thought you said stealing the car is a bad idea?" Spike followed her into the car anyway. Busting out of Hill Valley was exactly what she wanted to do.

"I know I said that, but the police will probably be back soon, and we've got to go somewhere they won't look. Do you know any place we could go?"

Spike had only one place she could think of. "Well, I'm not sure if it's safe enough, but we could try it. It's where I live."

Lorraine paused, trying to think the whole plan through. "What if the police find out where you live and track you down?"

Spike shook her head, putting her hair in a pony tail again. "They don't know my name, and they certainly don't know where I live." She only gave Lorraine one of her mischievous winks, then she started looking out the window again.

"If you say so. Now, I'm going to drive, and you can just tell me where to go." Spike's smile disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

"All right, fine, you win." She leaned back in her seat, put her arms behind her head, spread her feet out, and she was ready to relax again. Putting her spike back in her pocket, she gave Lorraine some direction, and then sat back to fall asleep.