Marty apprehensively knocked on the door Crystal went through. "What do you want?" she screamed harshly from the other side. Marty took this as a cue to walk in. He poked his head in to see Crystal looking through a large telescope by her window. Scanning the room, Marty found it to be quite bare and meager otherwise; nothing like Biff's extravagant living room.

"Um…hi," Marty said awkwardly, walking in. Crystal looked back at him, expressionless.

"When did you get back?" Crystal asked quietly, walking over to her dresser.

"Um, just now," Marty said, taking baby steps cautiously towards her. Crystal started brushing her hair off her face. Marty could see her cheek lit up in a crimson red color from where Biff had struck her.

"Are you O.K.?" Marty asked sincerely. Crystal continued to avoid eye contact.

"Of course," she said nonchalantly. "I've gotten lots worse than that." Marty looked down at his feet.

"Sorry." Crystal rolled her eyes.

"What do you care?" she said sarcastically. Marty looked up.

"I do care." Marty said strongly. Crystal gave him a vicious stare.

"You never did before," she said, walking over to her bed and sitting down on the edge. "You left me here like everyone else." Marty took a step back. He wouldn't do that, would he? Marty took a risk and sat next to her.

"Who else left?" Marty asked quietly. Crystal looked up into his eyes in disbelief.

"Like you don't know." Marty paused.

"Actually…" he said, fabricating a lie. "I had amnesia." Crystal appeared to be still doubtful. "No, its' true!" Marty exclaimed. "I, uh…I was playing baseball and a bat hit me in the head."

"Oh my God, are you really serious?" Crystal said shockingly.

"Yeah, really. I can't remember anything. It's like today was the first time I met you." Marty replied truthfully.

"No shit, man," she said surprisingly. "So you don't remember anything, who you are or anything?" Marty thought a moment, and then shook his head no. Crystal let out a long sigh.

"O.K., well," Crystal sat up straight and turned her body towards him. "You're Marty Tannon." Marty cringed as he heard that name.

"And, uh…you play guitar. At least I think you still do. I don't know, you've been gone from home for two years."

"Two years!" Marty exclaimed. Crystal nodded sadly.

"Yep. It's just been me and good ol' dad here," she said regretfully.

"Well, where are mom, Dave, and Linda?" Marty asked quickly.

"You remember them?" Crystal asked. Marty shrugged, catching himself.

Crystal looked down at her knees.

"Well, Linda' been gone for years now, since I was a little kid. Moved out with some drummer before she entered high school. Mom, she…" Crystal looked up, her eyes filled with sadness. "She left us…a little before you were sent off to boarding school." Marty shook his head in shock.

"What about my dad?"

"Who, Biff?" Crystal asked confusingly.

"No, George McFly!" Marty exclaimed.

"Who's George McFly?" Crystal asked. Marty jumped up and started pacing. He couldn't believe this. His father and mother never even got married. And how could his mother have left her daughter here all alone? How could Marty have left her there? I mean, granted, he didn't what she was like, but looking at her right now in this room, he recognized that she seemed like a nice girl.

"What about Dave?" Marty asked, realizing that she didn't mention him. Crystal got up, looking away as if it was a hard topic to talk about.

"He, um…he stayed around after mom left. He looked after me. God knows Dad never did, especially when his nasty friends would come around. Dad was the roughest with him, ya know? But Dave was so good, he, uh…he never complained." Crystal paused. Marty stared at her intently. Crystal looked up, tears forming in her eyes. "He was killed six months ago, in a gas station robbery." Marty's mouth dropped in disbelief.

"No, it can't be. This can't be happening again," Marty turned every which way, looking distressed. Crystal looked at him sympathetically, unsure of what to do.

"I'm sorry, Marty. I know it's a lot to take in." Marty went for the door.

"I'm sorry, Crystal, but I have to go. I need to get out of here."

"Marty, wait!" Crystal yelled after him but Marty was already out the door and going towards the casino.