"Give me back that magazine!" an angry Biff hollered after Marty. Marty ran into a crowd
of high schoolers walking into the dance. He slipped into a side door and hid into the first
closet he found. He could hear Biff's heavy feet running by, but luckily, he kept on
moving. Marty paused to catch his breath. After a minute or two, he walked out slowly
and made his way back outside. Marty looked behind him as he walked through the
parking lots. He turned to break out into a run but crashed right into someone. Marty and
the person fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry," Marty started to say, but his face turned white as he saw who it was.
"Marty, what are you doing here?" a young George McFly in a dashing white suit asked,
picking himself up off the floor. Marty dashed up quickly, at a loss for words. George
looked around, confused. "Aren't you supposed to be in the car with..." Marty suddenly
found his voice.
"No, I gotta go actually. Sorry," Marty quickly ran away, leaving George there by himself.
George shrugged. "I guess the plan is off to 'save' Lorraine." George looked down at his
feet, saddened and disappointed. "It's the best thing, I guess," he told himself. "She
doesn't like me anyways."
Marty continued to run, trying to avoid any people from his past as possible. The
only thing on his mind was getting back to Doc and going back to the future to save Dave.