Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future. I also do not own Back In Time by Huey Lewis and The News.

October 26, 1985
10:28 AM PST

Marty was in bed sleeping. Suddenly, the radio alarm clock came on, playing Back In Time by Huey Lewis and The News.

'So take me away... I don't mind...' warbled Huey's voice, on the radio. 'But you better promise me... I'll be back in time... Gotta get back in time...'

'What a nightmare!' Marty whispered, as he was stretching.

As Marty was heading to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse that somehow something was different about the living room. Marty glanced at the living room again. All the furniture was different. It was newer and much better looking than the furniture that used to be there. Marty then walked into the kitchen, where his siblings were having breakfast. Dave was now wearing a suit, and Linda looked much more attractive than she had before.

'Oh, if Paul calls me - tell him I'm working at the boutique late tonight,' Linda was telling Dave.

With a note of irritation, Dave said, 'Linda, first of all, I'm not your answering service. Second of all, somebody named Greg or Craig called you just a little while ago.'

'Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?' Linda asked, with some frustration.

'I don't know, I can't keep up with all of your boyfriends,' groused Dave, obviously annoyed.

With a note of surprise, Marty exclaimed, 'What the hell is this?'

'Breakfast,' Linda replied, with a hint of sarcasm.

'What, did you sleep in your clothes again last night?' ribbed Dave.

'Yeah, yeah, what are you wearing, Dave?' Marty asked, rather defensively.

'Marty, I always wear a suit to the office,' Dave replied, giving Marty a strange look. 'You all right?'

'Yeah,' mumbled Marty.

Just then, someone else who looked just like Marty walked into the room. Marty nearly fainted, in surprise.

'Who-who are you?' gasped Marty.

Marty's double burst out laughing. 'I'm Calvin, your twin, your very best pal in the world! How can you forget all about me? Surely you must be joshing, Marty!'

'Yeah, yeah, I was just joshing,' stammered Marty. 'Of course I remember you, Cal-calvin.'

'Did you accidently hit your head or something?' Calvin asked, concerned.

Marty then glanced at his parents. Both of them were looking much better than before. His father, George, had grey hair in a stylish hairstyle - and his mother, Lorraine, looked much thinner than before. Marty fell to the ground, then he got up a few seconds later.

'Marty, are you all right?' Lorraine asked, concerned.

'Did you hurt your head?' asked Dave.

'I am really concerned for Marty,' said Calvin. 'He acted like he didn't even recognize me, his very own twin.'

'You guys look great!' exclaimed Marty. 'Mom, you look so thin!'

'Why, thank you, Marty,' replied Lorraine.

George playfully pinched Lorraine on her bottom.

'George!' Lorraine exclaimed, playfully. Then she turned to Marty and, before kissing him, said, 'Good morning, sleepyhead! Good morning, Dave, Linda, and Calvin!'

'Good morning, Mom,' Dave and Calvin replied, simultaneously.

'Good morning, Mom,' Linda repeated. Then, turning to Marty, she added, 'Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called.'

'Oh, I sure like her, Marty - she is such a sweet girl,' gushed Lorraine. 'Isn't tonight the night of the big date?'

Marty, still a little dazed, asked, 'What, what, ma?'

'Well, aren't you going up to the lake tonight?', Lorraine asked, confused. 'You've been planning it for two weeks.'

'Well, ma, we talked about this,' protested Marty. 'We're not gonna go to the lake - the car's wrecked.'

'Wrecked?' George asked, confused.

'Wrecked?' Dave exclaimed. 'When did this happen, and-'

'Quiet down - I'm sure the car is fine,' assured George.

'Why am I always the last one to know about these things?' groused Dave.

George then opened the door to the garage. Biff was there, wearing a track suit and waxing the McFly's car. There was also a truck with the words 'Biff's Auto Dealing' printed on it.

'See, there's Biff out there, waxing it right now,' remarked George. Then he turned to Biff, and added, 'Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one.'

'Just finishing up the second coat now,' Biff replied.

'Now, Biff, don't con me,' George insisted, firmly.

'I'm, I'm sorry, Mr. McFly,' stammered Biff. 'I mean, I was just starting on the second coat.'

George then closed the door and muttered, 'That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn't for him-'

George sat down, and Lorraine sat on her lap.

'-we never would have fallen in love,' finished Lorraine.

'That's right,' agreed George.

'Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived!' called out Biff, carrying a package. Then, seeing Marty, he added, 'Oh, hi, Marty!' Then to George, Biff said, 'I think it's your new book!'

After the box was open, everyone saw that it was a book entitled A Match Made In Space, and the author listed was George McFly. On the cover were two teens, who looked a bit like young George and Lorraine - and a spaceman who looked like Marty with his radiation suit on.

'Oh, honey, your first novel,' Lorraine gushed.

'Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it - you could accomplish anything,' replied George.

'Oh, oh, Marty, here's your keys,' stammered Biff, handing Marty a set of keys. 'You're all waxed up - ready for tonight.'

'Keys?' asked Marty, stunned. Marty could hardly believe it. Everyone in his family was much happier, Biff was not pushing Marty's father around, his father had just published his first novel - and he had a twin brother named Calvin!

'Come on, buddy,' urged Calvin. 'Let's go for a cruise, shall we?'

'Uh, yeah, sure,' stammered Marty, as he and Calvin stepped out into the garage.

'Are you sure you're okay, Marty?' asked Calvin, concerned. 'I mean, you shouldn't be driving if you aren't feeling well.'

'Sorry, Cal,' Marty apologized. 'I guess I'm still shook up from a nightmare that I had last night.'

'Nightmare?' asked Calvin, concerned. 'Would you like to talk about it?'

'Uh, no, that's okay,' replied Marty.

'Well, are you sure?' asked Calvin. 'I mean, you haven't been yourself all morning. That must have been some nightmare.'

'No, it's just that I, uh...' then Marty gasped when he saw the Toyota truck that he had admired, shortly before his trip back to 1955.

'Yeah, Marty, that's your truck,' Calvin said, gently. 'Let me guess, you had a nightmare that your truck was destroyed, and Jennifer was hurt?'

Before Marty could respond, he heard three sonic booms coming from outside. Marty and Calvin looked up to see the DeLorean on the driveway. The DeLorean had knocked over a few trash cans. Then Doc climbed out of the DeLorean, wearing a very bright yellow suit.

Running up to the twins, Doc called out, 'Marty! Calvin! You gotta come back with me!'

'Where?' asked Marty, confused.

'Back to the future!' replied Doc.

'Future?' asked Calvin, confused. 'What on earth are you talking about?'

'Wait a minute!' exclaimed Marty, as he saw Doc rummaging through the trash can, picking out some rubbish. 'What are you doing, Doc?'

'I need fuel,' explained Doc. 'Go ahead, both of you! Quick! Get in the car.'

'Isn't this car a little too small for all three of us?' Calvin asked, confused.

'Just get in, boys!' Doc urged. 'The future concerns both of you.'

'Wait a minute, Doc,' protested Marty. 'What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become - assholes or something?'

'No, no, no, no, no! Marty, both you and Calvin turn out fine. It's your kids, boys - something has got to be done about your kids.'

Then, as Marty and Calvin scrunched up together on the passenger seat, Doc stepped into the driver's side of the car, and began to take off.

'Hey, Doc, we better back up,' Marty insisted. 'We don't have enough roads to get up to 88.'

'Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads,' insisted Doc, as he pulled down his futuristic pair of glasses. Doc then piloted the car up into the air.

oooooooooo

Excited to show the twins his new matchbooks, Biff ran outside, shouting, 'Say, Marty and Calvin! Marty! Calvin! I wanna show you boys these new matchbooks for my auto detailing I had printed up...'

Just then, Biff saw the DeLorean's wheels lift up, and began to fly.

'A flying DeLorean?' Biff asked, stunned.

Then Biff saw the DeLorean blast off down the street, turn around, and head up into the sky - before disappearing into thin air, leaving trails of fire behind in the sky.

'What the hell is going on here?' demanded Biff, speaking to no one in particular.