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Doc sighed as he walked into Hillvalley. The town looked as good as it had been the last time Marty had left it. Which wasn't much difference considering he had just left about half an hour ago. A Ford passed him an Doc jumped out in front of it, causing the driver to slam his brakes. A guy who bore a strong resemblance to Marty poked his head out.

"What now?" Doc leaned in.

"Did you just see where Biff Tannen and a league of cyborgs went?" Doc asked, looking serious. The guy stared blankly at him. Then he said slowly to his wife who was sitting next to him.

"Tracy, I think we better move. Guys, hit your seat belts. You too Sam." Doc jumped out of the way as the car blazed past. He gestured at the retreating car.

"That is why you should never ask for directions Marty." Marty stared at Doc but eventually sighed too.

"You're the doc Doc." He said as he trudged towards Lyon Estates. Doc looked round one more time and casted an angry look in the Ford's direction before following Marty.

Biff Tannen and the cyborgs in question had just entered Koolen's Clock Factory of Outstanding Timepieces when a large grandfather clock crushed the unfortunate cyborg that happened to be in its way. Biff stepped out of the dust over the remains of the cyborg, which was throwing sparks up, into the air every now and then. He heard voices somewhere in the factory. He caught a snatch of conversation.

"Cotton underwear, gameboy…" Biff looked at the cyborgs, which immediately stiffened.

"It's the children… Find them!"

Jules and Verne were still arguing about cotton underwear when the first cyborg flew silently behind them. They only heard it when it began to power up it's cannon. They both turned round and saw it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Then they ran, they had been doing a lot of that recently.