Marty Junior found himself being shaken awake by a pair of very strong arms, and awoke to find himself in a room lined with pictures of his archnemesis. Griff Tannen stood above him, but Junior realized it wasn't him. It couldn't be, unless the time-travel stuff was a dream. This had to be a son or something.

"Griff?" He asked, confused why he would even be in Griff's bedroom.

"Oh ha ha, Marty. Ol' Cliffie's not that old. Now, listen here, you dumbass…" Griff's son said, "Dad told us we had to show up for work bright and early. So what do you do then? You sleep in and make a fool of yourself. Maybe sending you to that boarding school in Ireland wasn't such a bad idea after all." Cliff (Junior assumed that was his name) sounded a bit more literate than his father, although still fairly aggressive.

"Griff…uh, Cliff, where are we?" Junior asked, hoping to use whatever difference Cliff had from his father to his advantage. Of course, this only seemed to make things worse.

"We're in our bedroom, dummy. At least, now we are. Earlier, I caught you wandering around drunk, reading the death announcement on that Marty McFly Junior lowlife…"

Before he could help himself, Junior screeched, "I AM NOT!" He then remembered being in 2045. That meant that Cliff probably thought he was his own son. But that meant… "I mean, he was not…" He said nervously.

"He's not your fucking father, bro. He died when you were five!" Cliff exclaimed.

"Bro? Why are you calling me bro?" Junior was baffled. It couldn't be, could it?

"Because our parents are Suzy and Griff Tannen, duh!" Cliff exclaimed. Then, he remembered. He died in 2033, and Suzy, at least he assumed it was the same Suzy, had remarried to Griff. He still didn't understand one thing.

"But why is Griff so powerful?"

"Take this to the head, you inquisitive little bitch!" Cliff yelled, pelting a newspaper at Junior. "I gotta get to work, so when I'm back, you better not have your lazy ass in here!" Cliff ran out, and Junior laughed that he had almost trusted a Tannen to explain something to him. Maybe losing Marlene had made him willing to accept change, but for now, all he had was the newspaper. He wanted to save his son and stop the terrible future, but first things first. He looked at the newspaper, and found that it was dated November 11th, 2017. It read, "Griff Tannen Wins At Horse Race: Hill Valley Citizens Proud." Junior looked at the picture of Griff, looking much the same as he usually did, even with that fake smile he had used to charm teachers when he was still in school. He looked for some kind of clue as to what had changed, since he figured the Griff he knew would need some sort of upgrade to his bionic implants before he even knew how to responsibly earn money. Not able to find anything, Junior took a look at the pictures around the room. Most of them were of either Griff or Cliff, but one appeared to be a family portrait. A girl resembling his mother, a young man somewhat resembling himself, Cliff, an older Griff, and an older Suzy were all smiling, although Suzy looked puffy-eyed and tired, almost as if she was putting up a facade. If not for the presence of who was presumably Marty McFly III, Junior would've assumed it was simply Griff and Suzy who had gotten married. But no, this was a Suzy who had been married to him, who had wanted to live with him, and all of it was for nothing, because he had been murdered. It was a terrible feeling. Junior noticed everyone appeared dressed very formally, but Cliff was zipping up a backpack on the ground. An iPad was sticking out from the top of it, and Junior could also make out the word "Computer Almanac". Oh crap. He realized. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten that stupid iPad!" He had not only died, he had caused the very event leading to his death, even if he wasn't positive how the iPad had gotten to 2017 in the first place. Had something happened with the Jaguar?

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Meanwhile, Suzy woke up to find herself in a bedroom, with someone who looked like Marty Junior rubbing a cloth on her forehead. Maybe the whole thing had been a dream? She didn't even remember coming inside.

"MJ, is that you? I had a terrible nightmare, we went to the future, and it was weird…" Suzy began. However, the voice that responded to her baffled her even further.
"Don't worry, Mom. After that lunatic threw a pillow at you, I came to investigate and figured out what had happened. I don't believe Griff authorized that facelift?" The young man said.

"Mom?" Suzy asked, jolting awake. She looked at the man, and realized he didn't look as much like Marty Junior as she expected. In fact, some of his features very specifically reminded her of her own, or even her father's. There was no denying it. They really had time-traveled, and this was her son with Marty Junior in the future. But she couldn't understand about Griff.

"Mom, c'mon. It's me, your son, Martin Seamus McFly the Third? I'm a little tired of the name, might use it for my son, but call him Seamus. It sets him apart from my dad and Grandpa." Marty III replied.

"But…" Suzy wondered. "What are we doing here? Do we live here?" Unsure of whether to act like a mother when she was nowhere near prepared for that, Suzy decided to get down to basics.

"Uh, duh. You and Griff have lived here ever since you married him 12 years ago. I didn't like it, but I was only five. Not much I could do." Marty II said. "Jesus, what did that facelift do to you?"

A facelift, of course! Suzy realized. That must be why he accepts me like this so easily.

"Mom, did you hear me?" Marty III asked. "I don't think Jen is gonna like this."

"Jen?" Suzy asked, confused, "Your mo…grandma?"

"No, your daughter, my older sister. Jeez, what is with you guys today? Even Alyssa was acting strangely." Marty III said. "Don't blame you for the facelift, though." Marty III whipped out a picture of a woman Suzy recognized as herself, but very haggard-looking, with maybe some weight gain and crazy hair. A hairstyle Suzy herself knew she would never have, but there it was, clear as day.

"What happened to me?" Suzy asked, terrified.

"Like I said, some guy threw a pillow at you because he thought you were an intruder. You know how tough Griff makes security around here. But luckily, I was here, and brought you in." Marty III explained. Suzy then realized Marty III wasn't talking about his father, and the prospect of Griff authorizing her to get a facelift didn't make much sense to her either. While they had dated for a few months, Griff had shown no potential for power during that time, and Suzy had no regrets about dumping him. But she slowly began to think of a much darker thought. What if, in this timeline, she had forgiven Griff for his harshness and stupidity, something she had never thought possible? "Where's your father? Surely he can help with this?" Suzy wondered.

"Griff? He's up in his office, probably surrounded by ladies in his hot tub watching "Out of Africa". Unless you mean Marty McFly Junior, who's been rotting in Tannen Valley Cemetery for 12 years…"

Suzy couldn't believe that any son of hers would talk about the man she loved in such a derogatory manner. Still, this appeared to be a very crap world.

"But who would do this to him?" Suzy asked.

"We don't know. Probably the same scumbag that got Dad committed in 2043. He would go on rants about time-travel, all that jazz, knew it was fake." Marty III replied. Just then, a woman walked in. Suzy realized with a start that it was herself!

"Marty, can you ask Griff how I should water the plants? It's hard to maintain Griff's face in them." Older Suzy asked. Marty III was taken aback.

"Wait a second," He asked. "If you're my mom, then…"

Present Suzy escaped out the window, leaving Older Suzy very confused.

"Who was that? A Griff hater?" Older Suzy asked.

"Uh, nobody. At least it wasn't Jennifer." Marty III quickly commented.

"Yeah, I'd hate to cancel her credit cards again." Older Suzy chuckled sadly.

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Unsatisfied with what disarray the buildings were in and the lack of good information about what exactly Griff had done, Doc had no choice but to head to the Tannenville library, not willing to risk connecting with dystopian WiFi networks and unable to find an address listing for Jules. As he made his way through the stone staircase, he realized with surprise that it didn't look too different from its 2015 counterpart. There were even some statues he recognized as having been constructed as recently as 2013, which gave a frame of reference to when the changes occurred. Still, not knowing his father to have experience with alternate timelines continued to nag him, almost as if he was missing a vital piece of the puzzle. As Doc made his way into the nearest room, he noticed even more computers than before. This would normally excite Doc on any other day, but not a day involving getting stuck in a terrible future with no exact event to stop. The room also had Griff-related memorabilia, and an old woman reading to who was presumably her granddaughter sat in the corner. Doc recognized the purple dress and the hairstyle, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard her speak. It was his mother, Clara. Which meant the girl… he didn't want to think about that.

"And then to defeat the gangsters, the cowgirl…oh dear. I'm sorry, sweetie, but these books under the Tannen regime just aren't suitable for children. I've tried my best." Clara said.

"It's not fair, Grandma!" The girl exclaimed. "Aunt Emily says I'm a woman now. Why can't you accept that?"

"Emily stole from your Grandpa Emmett's secret stash before he died. And I don't make the rules about age in Hill Valley, Griff does, Alyssa." Clara replied. Alyssa sulked.

"Dad died?" Doc blurted out, startled by his mother's revelation. Other library patrons looked and shook their heads, while Clara stared in disbelief.

"Verne? I thought you were run out of town years ago…"

"Mom, I can explain…" Doc replied. "You see, I'm actually from another time. You know what I mean?"

"Well, you definitely look younger than I remember you being, Dad, so I'm guessing you're from the past and wish to prevent this terrible Griff crap?" Alyssa asked.

"Uh, yes. Is that okay?" Doc wondered.

"I don't think so, honey. Emmett always said nobody can know too much about the future. And if they do, it can have big consequences." Clara replied.

"Big consequences? Like alternate timelines? Did Dad have any experience in the field?" Doc asked.

"Verne, we never told you, but yes, he did." Clara admitted. "This isn't even the first time a Tannen has unceremoniously taken over the entire town."

"What?" Doc gasped. "You mean, Dad experienced something like this before? Why didn't he think of stopping it?"

"Emmett fought bravely, but GriffCo caught him and had him thrown into Eastwood Ravine along with Jules. He said it was karmic or something. I called it hogwash." Clara replied.

"And say, Alyssa, please don't tell me who your mom is. I can't know too much about my destiny. But who's Aunt Emily?" Doc was curious. He had no sister, so maybe Jules' wife?

"You just contradicted yourself, Dad. So I'm not gonna answer that, for fear of continuum-shattering proportions or whatever." Alyssa groaned, walking away.

"There's the Brown spirit at heart." Doc laughed. "But, Mom, what happened to Hill Valley?"

"Everything happened to Hill Valley." Clara replied. "Though I guess you could say it started on the night of October 22nd, 2015."

"That Griff got something strange?" Doc asked hopefully.

"Yes. Maybe a laptop or an iPad of some kind. Are you on a mission to stop this?" Clara asked.

"Yes, I have my own time machine, and I think we can take our precautions. Though afterwards, I'm gonna destroy it." Doc said. "I can't believe all this happened."

"It's alright, Verne." Clara laughed, giving him a pat on the back. "Jules might be the smart one, but you're certainly your father's son."