"Doc! Doc, where are you?" Marty called out, his clothes drenched from the sudden downpour that had overpowered the California streets. He paced back and forth by the time machine (station wagon), which was still damaged but without Doc.
"Marty," a voice called meekly from a small basement door. Marty ran over quickly to the door to find Doc hiding behind it. "Come in."
Marty followed Doc into what seemed to be a ragged old basement from the apartment complex that stood above it. Doc led Marty into a corner, where he had newspapers scattered on a dirty wooden table. He turned on the ceiling light, and looked straight at Marty with his big eyes.
"What did you find?" Doc asked seriously. Marty took deep breaths, not wanting to believe it himself.
"It's a disaster, Doc!" Marty exclaimed, starting to pace again. "My mother and Biff Tannon married straight out of high school: my father was never even in the picture. My mom and Linda took off, Dave's still dead…" Marty huffed, trying to catch his breath. "And get this! I have a younger sister. Biff and my mom had another child after me, and she's stuck up there with that son of a bitch." Doc grabbed Marty, who was violently pacing back and forth.
"Calm down, now. We'll find a way to rectify this."
"How in the hell are we going to do that!" Marty screamed, throwing his hands up in the air. "The car's busted, and I have no idea what I did to change all this." Doc sat him down.
"Think, Marty. Tell me exactly what happened when we went back to 1955." Marty thought back, breathing loudly.
"Biff spotted me and chased me for a moment, but I hid in a janitor's closet. After a few minutes, I got out, and ran into my father."
"Where was your father? What was he doing?"
"I don't know. He was alone." Marty shook his head.
"O.K., so it must have been before he goes to rescue your mother and before they went dancing, correct?" Marty thought back.
"Yes! Yes, it was before that! Maybe my running into him stopped him from going to the car," Marty answered suddenly.
"Which means he wouldn't have punched Biff, which means they would have never danced, and they never would have fallen in love." Doc said inspirationally. Marty jumped up suddenly.
"I need to go back to 1955, and change this!" Doc stopped him.
"Wait, Marty! We can't risk you running into any more of your family members, or yourself. Remember now, there are four of you running around that time period. I'll go," Doc said seriously.
"But there are four of you running around also!" Marty complained.
"Still, it will be safer. You stay here for now. I'm going to fix the time machine and then I will come get you. We'll go back to 1955 and I'll go into town while you stay with the time machine, got it!" Doc ran away wildly.
"But Doc," Marty started, but Doc was already out the door. Marty paced impatiently back and forth, his hands on his hips.
"It's going to be alright. Doc will fix everything," Marty told himself. His mind, however, kept returning to Crystal and what had happened to his family in this time period.
"One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday," Nicole Kidman sang longingly on the television screen. Crystal sat tiredly on the living room couch, watching the movie musical Moulin Rouge for what seemed like the fourteenth time this week. Biff was down in the casino as usual, probably on his fourth tequila, at the bar surrounded by twenty-year old bimbos. The door suddenly slammed open, revealing the three friends of Biff's sauntering into the living room. Crystal sat up nervously as she could tell they were very drunk.
"So he said, I'll give you a tart!" the short one squeaked. The thin blond one burst out laughing hysterically, hanging on the short one's shoulders. They both shuffled towards one of the other rooms, giddy as two schoolgirls. Crystal smirked as she heard glasses breaking, followed by the short one crying out in pain. Her smile faded, however, as she saw the tall, cowboy-looking man walk over and sit down next to her.
"Hey, little lady. You're looking mighty nice today," he said, his eyes glazed over. Crystal shifted to her left, hugging her knees into her chest.
The man shifted closer to her, putting his arm around her.
"What do you say we go into your little old bedroom and I make a real woman out of you," he said with an evil grin.
"No, thanks," Crystal said swiftly, going to stand up. The man pulled her roughly back down next to him, cradling her in his arms.
"Aww, come now little missy. Don't make me beg," he said with a fake smile. Crystal turned her head to get away from his beer breath. The man rubbed his hand up her leg, towards her inner thigh.
"Just leave me alone," she said meekly, closing her eyes in fear.
"Now is that any way to talk to your old friend Billy?" he said forcefully, his other hand around her waist now.
"You're not my friend!" Crystal shouted in his face, twisting his hand off her waist. Billy, now getting angry, grabbed her forcefully around the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
"Now, you listen here. You're going to do what I say like a nice girl or I'm going to get mad." His hand went swiftly towards her breast. Crystal slapped him hard across the face.
"Ahh!" he screamed, bringing his hand to his cheek. He then grabbed her tightly by the arms and threw her down back first on the couch. He jumped roughly on top of her. She struggled with him, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Get off of me!" Billy laughed as he tugged at her shirt buttons.
"I like feisty women!" he said snidely. Crystal closed her eyes, kicking her legs frantically, feeling smothered by his heavy body. Suddenly, Billy screamed out in pain, and fell off of her on the floor. Crystal opened her eyes to find Marty standing breathless in front of her, holding one of Biff's heavy lady figurine statues in his hand. Her eyes flew towards Billy, whose head was bleeding profusely on the carpet.
"Are you O.K.?" Marty asked loudly, helping her up. Crystal's mouth hung open, still eyeing Billy's motionless body on the floor.
"Oh my God, what did you do?" Crystal asked, frightened. "Is he dead?" Marty fought to catch his breath, looking down at Billy. "I don't know. C'mon, I'm getting you out of here." He grabbed Crystal's hand and ran out of the room.