"Wait a minute... this happened before." Spike gulped as the darkness reached her, and she let it take her in. She thought of the newspaper article she read, and she knew it wasn't going to be that good for her, but at least Lorraine's life would be much better. "And who was that Old Man standing with that Griff guy and me? I don't remember him..."

New 2015

"I am starving!" Spike suddenly said as she worked on the new car. "Want to go get something to eat?"

"And what about Gramps, huh?" Griff said, shaking his head at Spike. "He'll probably make us do four coats if he catches us."

"Griff, you idiot! Did you notice that your Gramps is ASLEEP?" Spike threw the rag she was using down on the ground and stomped on it to get her anger out.

"He's not gonna be if you keep shouting like that." Griff said, throwing a panicked glance over at Biff, who was indeed asleep in the chair he had been sitting in. The two of them went into an angered silence until Griff ruined it by rubbing the car so hard it squeaked.

Squeak...

Squeak...

Squeak...

"Will you stop that?" Spike finally yelled, grabbing Griff's arm and pulling it behind his back.

"Ow, hey, stop that! Ow!" it was Griff's turn to yell as she painfully turned his arm.

"Only if you stop squeaking." She said, pushing him into the car.

"Hey, don't dent that car, you two." a voice yelled from behind them.

"Great, the Old Man's awake." Spike said sarcastically, quickly going back to her work. They were washing the car near the center of town, where everyone could see them. Frequently kids thought it was funny to make the car dirtier so they'd have to clean it again, but that changed with Spike got out her spike and threatened to slash them if they did that again. That only caused her to lose her spike to Biff, however.

"Now get back to work, Buttheads." Biff barked, sitting in his chair again.

"I told you he'd wake up." Griff mumbled.

"Shut up, you idiot." Spike said to him with a glare.

"Don't tell me to shut up! Now... shut up." Griff said hesitantly. Apparently he was trying to make a comeback. "Besides, why are you acting like this is my fault?"

"Because it IS your fault!" Spike sighed angrily, then something growled.

"What the hll was that?" Griff said, whirling around left and right as if he thought it was a bear. Spike leaned her elbow on the car and her chin in her hand as she rolled her eyes.

"That was my stomach, Griff. Remember, I said I was hungry."

"Oh..." Griff still looked confused as he went back to work. Spike watched him for a moment, wondering if he'd give in and sneak away with her. When she was finally sure that he was not going to do anything but wash the car, she sighed and threw her rag on the ground again.

"I can hear Biff snoring again, so I think it's safe to escape." She pulled out her hoverboard that she snuck in every day from under the car and took it out. "If you're not coming, I'll just go by myself."

Griff rolled his eyes and got out his hoverboard too. "I'm coming with you."

Spike finally smiled for the first time that day and put her foot onto her hoverboard. She sighed in relief as she felt the rush of doing something dangerous. Going into a café wasn't dangerous, but sneaking out of work sometimes turned into something dangerous. "Want to race?" she asked Griff, giving his a smirk.

"You bet." Griff put his foot on the hoverboard, and suddenly they were off.

"HOLD IT!"

Suddenly something held both their hoverboards back, and instead of going forward both of them were launched forward and thrown to the ground. A clang of hoverboards and a crash of bodies on the ground erupted, but when it was all over a groan came out of Spike's mouth.

"Yeah, that's right. It's me." said the voice of who had taken their hoverboards. Griff slowly raised his head until he looked up at the man's face. It was Marty McFly.

"Biff!" Marty's voice woke Biff up faster than Griff or Spike's could ever do. Biff snorted as he woke up, but when he saw Marty standing there, he quickly stood up. "Oh, hey Marty. Is there any trouble here?"

"Your two workers here were planning to escape." Marty said, looking down at Spike and Griff.

Spike rolled her eyes as the conversation went on. "Biff is such a loser." She thought. "Look at him, running around, doing whatever the McFlys tell him to do. Sure, Marty Is a rock star, but still! It's a wonder why I turned out to work for this guy. Oh yeah," She glared over at Griff. "It's all his fault."

"We weren't escaping, Mr. McFly." Spike said coldly. "I'm starving over here and I wanted to go to the Café 80s," she gave Biff a look. "Biff said we couldn't, so I had to leave without permission, unless you want me to die over here."

"Wouldn't that be nice." Griff mumbled, but not low enough for Spike not to hear him. She elbowed him in the ribs, then smiled up at Marty and Biff. Marty shook his head.

"Just drink this." Marty threw her a bottle of juice, then he turned to Biff. "You should keep an eye on your workers a little better."

"Right, of course, Marty." Biff said, wearing a fake smile until Marty left. "Say hi to your mom for me!" he called after him. Then it turned into a glare at Griff and Spike. "I don't want you two Buttheads causing anymore trouble. Add an extra coat on that car."

Griff's jaw dropped, then he gave Spike a look. "Are you happy now? You got your stupid food," Griff got himself off the ground. "And now we have an extra coat to do." He shook his head as he picked up his rag. Spike looked at her pathetic drink, then she sighed and leaned back onto the ground with her eyes closed.

"I SAID GET BACK TO WORK!" Biff barked, causing her to jump.

"All right, all right!" Spike groaned, getting her rag and slamming it onto the car. She took a sip of her juice, but it wasn't that good. "Why couldn't he have given me a Pepsi?" she complained.

"Because you don't deserve one." Griff answered, then he snickered.

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes, then she whacked Griff in the face with her rag.

"You Buttheads never used to fight like this before..." Biff said, keeping a close eye on them now.

"Sure we did... just no one noticed." She replied, ducking just as Griff swung his bat. He spun around in a small circle until his bat crashed into the windshield.

"GRIFF! If you broke that windshield I'll kill you!" Biff hobbled over with his cane to examine the windshield. Spike remained squatted on the ground washing the bottom of the car door, but she laughed humorously again up at Griff.

"Nice one." She said, and then she stood up and took another sip of her drink. "Third coat finished."

"No it isn't that was only your second coat, Leslie." Griff smirked at her as she glared, then Biff came over and hit her on the head with her cane. "Get back to work." She rubbed her head in anger, but just as she started to get the deja vous feeling again, Griff interrupted her.

"Ha. Now we're even." He crossed his arms and looked at her proudly, but she only rolled her eyes again. "We could have both gotten away with it, Dork. And in the name of Biff..." Spike put her rag on the top of the car and started to knock Griff on the head. "Hello? Anybody home? Think, Dork, think!" she rolled her eyes and went over to the other side of the car.

"Stupid Griff. I wonder why I became his friend anyway." Spike thought. "Well, he is kinda cute...Wait a minute... Did I just say Griff is CUTE?" Spike made a disgusted face, but then she shook the thought out of her head and continued with her work. "He can be fun to hang around with sometimes, but other times..." she didn't even finish the sentence.

For a while she tried to push Griff, Biff, and Marty out of her mind, but she soon found them coming in again when she started to think about her deja vous spells. "How come I feel like I have worked for Biff before?" she wondered aloud.

"Maybe because you're going crazy." Griff said, laughing as if he made a really funny joke. Spike watched him and actually laughed too. "Maybe I am going crazy." She said, leaning against the car door. Griff leaned against the one on the other side, looking confused.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, look as if he was trying to figure out a really hard math problem.

Spike opened her mouth to say something, but she actually wasn't sure what to say. She didn't even know what she meant. "I don't know."

"Since when did you become the psycho type?" he asked, smirking at her. Then he returned to work as she stared at him. For a few moments she didn't move. She stayed in the same position, staring at Griff washing the car. Why did it suddenly become so interesting to watch?

"Hey Butthead," Biff's voice erupted in her left ear, shocking her out of her stare. "You think you can get out of work?" He took his cane and started hitting her on the head again. "Hello? Anybody home?" he chuckled as he walked away. Spike looked up at the sky and sighed angrily.