As Marty Junior and Suzy entered the Cafe 15, they realized exactly why nobody in their right minds would use it as a cafe. In the windows, there were pictures of different menus from different eras, including an obviously fake one for the "Palace Saloon". The bar in the center contained several knickknacks instead of food, including old cars, and the three customers inside were busy playing video games, which seemed to be one of the few things that had changed in 60 years. A television playing "The Office" made him miss Marlene, who had been an avid fan of the show.

"Doesn't even make sense. The show ended before 2015." Suzy laughed.

"Maybe it's supposed to show how clueless people are because they picked a separate year instead of the entire decade. I mean, that black Toyota looks more like my dad's antique than a 2015 model. I like the Cafe '80s. It's inclusive, even if it's a little goofy." Junior explained.

"You sure do love your trucks." Suzy laughed. "I bet that's the only thing you have in common with your old man."

"You'd be surprised, in this timeline."

"Speaking of which, something makes me feel like Marlene won't be coming to school tomorrow. I think something happened during your travels."

"You're quick. I lost her in 1955. The lightning was going to strike the clocktower, and…"

"Lightning? That sounds ridic…"

"I know it does. Gonna grab a snack from the vending machine." As Junior made his way to the vending machine, he noticed that it bore very little resemblance to what he was more familiar with back home. For one thing, he couldn't see the snacks. He didn't get to finish his thoughts when a tall man entered the store and groaned. Suzy was taken aback by the familiarity of his voice. "Ugh. Of course it's an antique store. Who do these lowlifes in Hill valley think they're trying to kid?"

"Griff?" Suzy asked.

"Oh, they've told you about me, huh? You must be Marlene McFly. You look just like your grandmother, looks like the McFly genes were too weak to make it to you physically. I can see why my Driff likes you." Old Griff laughed.

"Who's Driff?" Suzy asked, concerned. She didn't want to reveal the facade.

"I have two grandsons, Driff and Ziff. Driff goes to school with you. Think McFly, think." Old Griff said, banging his clawed hands on the table.

"Can't really do Biff Tannen's iconic gesture without knocking on her head. But I guess you don't want to hit a girl, do you, Griff?" Junior mocked. It felt kind of fun to mock his rival, especially now that he was pushing 80 years of age.

"Don't you dare make fun of my grandpa! At least he wasn't a total washout like yours! That idiot just took his life and flushed it completely down the toilet! It all started when he lost his sister Marlene, and his favorite truck." Griff explained.

"Uhhhh…" Junior said, not sure how to respond to being called a washout. Luckily, or unluckily, depending, a younger man soon walked in. The jawline and hair gave his identity away, even if the face was a strange gold color and he looked even more robotic than Griff normally did.

"Grandpa, you locked me in the house again! I had to dig my way out with a spoon, and you know what I found? My rocket board was broken, you bottomface!" Griff's grandson (Driff) said, having inherited his grandfather's catchphrase.

"Not sure I'd call someone that if they spent years in prison!" Junior retorted. Griff let out a long groan that surprised some other people in the store.

"Well, well, well. Marty McFly IV. When is your family going to stop naming kids Marty? It's getting pretty lazy." Driff said.

"Maybe you just wish you had a flying Jaguar?" Suzy commented. Junior was nervous that Suzy had let that slip out, but time-traveling with her was very different from time-traveling with Marlene. Suzy wanted to explore cautiously, but Marlene was more laid-back and wanted to roam free. Junior began to tear up, but was soon snapped back to reality by the sound of Driff snapping his fingers.

"Four-Mart with your Walmart clothes, I might exclude your sister from tonight's little opportunity if you keep mouthing her name with your chapped, poisonous lips!" Driff exclaimed. Junior looked around, and noticed Suzy had vanished.

"Where's Su…Marlene?" Junior asked.

"Probably ran away. She's hot, but not very bright." Driff replied.

"That's where you're wrong!" Suzy exclaimed, jumping out from behind the counter. "What the hell is that?"

Driff looked up to see nothing, and Suzy threw a chair at him. Junior was surprised, but Suzy clarified, "I used to go to a dojo every weekend." Just then, Marty IV walked in. Suzy and Junior looked at each other in shock, unsure what to do. Griff laughed at them, before suddenly feeling uneasy. "Two Marty McFly IVs? Okay, Griffy, you're clearly just hallucinating because your grandson's been knocked out…" Griff grabbed Driff's legs and dragged him out.

"You're a bit too heavy, kid. Might want to stop with the vending machines and the bionic upgrades.." Once Griff and Driff had left, Marty Junior and Suzy were confused whether the mission had succeeded. They decided to watch what unfolded outside for a bit. Whatever bionic implants Driff had seemed to be malfunctioning, and threw Griff's car into the duck pond. Griff let out a screech that gave Marty Junior bad memories of a time before he was able to stand up to Griff.

"Wait, if all lawyers have been abolished…" Suzy realized.

"The police could show up any second and arrest Griff again and possibly us! We need to run! You know these small towns and their antique stores!" Junior said. Suzy nodded, remembering the place she used to live, Maple Oaks, and the two of them made their way out of the antique store. Suzy ended up running one way and Marty Junior the other, but they were too terrified of the police coming to realize what was happening.