5:50 PM.

Even though the main backup had passed, it still took George & Lorraine awhile to get back to Lyon Estates. Even at this time, rush hour traffic was still flowing by on the now suburbanized two-lane highway. When they did, Lorraine announced her next plans.

"George, now I want you to help me prepare for Joey's visit tonight, okay?"

He didn't share the disdain his kids did, but was never that fond of the guy either. "Are you sure the kids won't help. I mean, together, that would be three people. Or, two, once Dave goes to work."

"Do you have to argue over everything? Just set the table and I'll do the rest if you don't want to help out," she said solemnly and almost sadly as they exited the car and walked up the driveway, just as it was beginning to get dark.

As much as he was afraid of her getting mad at him, George didn't like to see her unhappy, either. "Okay dear, I'm sorry I said that. I'll set the table for Joey if you want."

"Thank you. Now, let's see if Marty is here yet. He wasn't when I left," Lorraine went in and turned right. "Marty! Martin, are you here? If you are, you had better talk, young man!"

As he turned to watch TV, George said, "Now, remember, he had his band audition today. It's nothing to really be worried about. He and his friends sometimes rehearse for awhile."

"Yeah, whatever he's doing, he's up to no good. He better be on his way back, or else." At this time, she heard TV that she didn't recognize as old programming.

"Kansas City Royals currently in the lead against the St. Louis Cardinals, as we head to a commercial. The 1985 World Series is brought to you by…Pepsi Free. Finally, a soft drink without any sugar."

A commercial then started.

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"Why is the sports game on, George? Turn that mindless show off," Lorraine barked, while fixing up the kitchen.

"I wasn't watching it. Dave might've left the television on. I'm sure I'll hear what the score is sometime anyway," he turned it back on a retro station, where there would be a Honeymooners rerun at 6:30. Right now, it was an old episode of I Love Lucy.

"Hey, Lucy. I'm home!'"

George began to break out in laughter, especially after the long day he just got off of. "Ha ha ha ha," he continued, pointing at the TV. "Ricky is funny. Just how he says it. Ah ha ha ha."

"Did you forget that you just said you'd help me out here? We've got family visiting, and all you can do is sit in front of that d*mn TV set! Either you help me, or one of us is gonna go stay at a motel."

It wasn't hard to see why his mind naturally blocked her out sometimes, but he instantly knew she meant business, and agreed. It's just that those TV shows, much like Science Fiction writing, were escapes for him.

"I could start with the napkins, or something. Do you just want me to clean it up or-"

Before Lorraine could say anything, the phone rang. Since she was the closest, Lorraine answered it, in hopes it was Joey saying he was on his way in from Sacramento.

"Hello."

After a smile faded from her face, and she looked even more depressed, the talking continued for a few minutes, most of it being listening.

"So, the parole board didn't even consider it? Oh, Joe, listen, sweetie, you did a nonviolent crime to begin with, and they let armed robbers, who are supposedly reformed, get parole ahead of you. That's awful. Well, you know, you're my baby brother, and you always have a place to stay for when you get out. George and the kids really miss you, too. Say, hel-, oh, don't worry, I will. Hope we can talk soon. Bye-bye."

She set the phone down ever so silently and slowly, as George looked over in interest and concern.

"Well, what happened with Joey?"

"What didn't happen, George? That young man has had such a hard life. Hardened criminals are getting parole before him, and all he got caught with was a pound of Cocaine. How could this happen in modern times?"

"I don't know, but, he might get another chance. I'm just, I'm sorry, okay."

"Well, you got your wish. You can go back to watching that stupid old TV. I'm going to go rest for a while. I'll make dinner in an hour or so."

6:34 PM.

After over an hour of driving, complaining and reminiscing, Biff & Terry in the tow truck finally made a sharp left turn into Lyon Estates. Terry asked, "Now, which house does he live in?"

"Oh, you don't have to do any turning, it just up ahead on the right." When they got to the McFly's house, Biff got out.

"Terry, could you back it into the driveway? I'm going in to talk to that Irish bug, let him know what he lent me! I'll be out in a few minutes." Terry agreed and slowly tried a way to back up in the narrow, dead-end suburban street.

Biff stormed up the driveway, his green suit flopping in the wind, still somewhat angry over the incident. He opened the screen door and loudly knocked on the main front door.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Dave was just emerging from the hallway, getting ready to go to work, holding his Burger King shirt when he heard a few loud bangs. "Hey, I'll get that." He begrudgingly went to answer it, thinking it might just be another salesman. He was a little annoyed at who it was coming over again.

"Jeez, Biff, what the h*ll are you doing now? Come here at dinner to bug dad about more work that you're too lazy to do yourself, dude?"

Biff shot him a dirty look. "It doesn't concern you, butthead! Now don't give me any crap and get me your old man!"

Not wanting to argue with the wild man and hoping he would just get lost soon, Dave just sighed and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." He turned and went into the dining room where George was watching TV. "Dad, sorry, but Biff is here again, he wants to see you about something," George's older son announced, before going back into his bedroom, not caring to be around this guy a second longer then he had to.

George turned the show down. "Okay Dave, thank you, I'll come to the door in a minute." Turning around, he saw Biff already in the house, froze and just worriedly said, "Oh no, Biff, what happened here? Is something the matter?"

Stating the obvious, Biff said, "Yeah, McFly, something sure is wrong. I got into an accident with your car, and I had to wait two hours. The cops even came and questioned me before I sat in Alaskan traffic just to get back here," he messed another saying up.

Knowing how upset Biff would be at little things sometimes, George got extremely worried at what could happen here. "Biff, I don't know what to say about this accident. I didn't know it would happen." Leaning on the dining room table and slightly walking back in forth in a nervous manner, he just continued, "It could've, it could've been the other drivers' fault. Not everyone pays attention all the time."

Biff reaffirmed "You're d*mn right it was the other driver's fault. Some old man who still thinks he can drive at almost 90 years old."

Hoping it would get Biff back on his side, George had to agree. "90. Well, that's true. At that age, his reflexes might be too slow, so he should maybe just get somebody to drive him around. It must've been a mistake he made."

Looking freely at the family's things as he walked around the living room, Biff went, "Well, you got that one right, McFly, but still, the accident might not have happened in a different car."

George didn't quite know what Biff meant. "A different car? Why not?"

6:38 PM.

Marty raced up his driveway with his Valtera skateboard in hand. He was in shock and upset at the site of the wrecked car just being backed into the driveway. He had a rough day too, and was exhausted spending two hours cleaning up the accidental mess he made at Doc's place. All he wanted was to take that car up to the lake with Jennifer. Her 17th birthday was the following Tuesday, making it even more special.

Somehow he knew Biff was responsible for this. "Perfect, just perfect," he said out loud, slightly angered. His instinct was proven right, when he heard the obnoxious voice coming from his house.

Inside, Biff continued arguing. "I can't even see out your rear view mirror. I haven't driven that Plymouth in a couple of years. What were you thinking, McFly? I can't believe you loan me your car, without telling me you had a blind spot. I could've been killed," Biff loudly ranted as he stiffly pointed to George with his right hand.

George briefly interjected, softly saying "Blind spot" to himself. He had, in fact, noticed the mirrors, but it was only a slight problem. He couldn't bring himself to say that though, instead just pretending not to know.

Looking halfway at the front door and making hand gestures, George just tried to reason with him. "Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed that, uh, the car had any blind spot before whenever I would drive it."

Noticing a somewhat upset looking Marty in the doorway, he weakly turned to him in an ashamed, embarrassed look, he softened his voice and just said, "Hi son."

THE END.