Note: In return for that incredibly short chapter, here's a long one. I also want to shout out fellow fanfiction writer EmmetMcFly55, who has been gone from this site for years, but this universe is greatly inspired by, although not completely identical to, the one he created in his story "Back to the Future Part IV". More similarities may be seen in future chapters.

As the Jaguar roared onto the skyway, Marty Junior and Suzy were relieved to see a more normal car, a Volvo SUV, zooming around, as opposed to a bubble. However, it appeared that some negative events had happened in the future. The sky was smoggy, and there were various billboards with a smiling face on them, that of Griff Tannen.

"Great Scott." Doc realized. "Something's definitely wrong with the future."

"I'll say, especially considering the mayor's my ex-boyfriend. He never did accept that we were through…" Suzy bemused.

"Wait a second, you dated a Tannen? That's quite, what would Pop call it? An astonishing coincidence?" Doc asked.

"Coincidence or not, I just want to see some cool future stuff. Losing Marlene was bad on its own, so why not enrich it with commonplace jets or something epic like that?"Junior said, as the car finally came in for a landing outside of his house. Or at least, where his house should've been. It was now a vacant lot, with the only thing there being a sign advertising "GriffCo Realty".

"Okay, even in 2075, Griff did still seem too dumb to establish his own company." Suzy said. "I'm liking the future less and less."

"I'm with you there. And why was the house here in 2075?" Junior wondered.

"It could have been an exact duplicate. Or…or…" Doc faltered for a second, trying to think of what his dad had said about alternative realities. Of course, this wasn't necessarily an alternative reality. It was a future, and a potential one where things had gone horribly wrong, at that. Unless they hadn't. He felt something was missing, but was fairly certain that no matter the rejuvenations, his father would most likely be dead by 2045. Unless…they looked for his brother.

"Guys, I just had an idea. What if I go find my brother Jules, and ask him to let us know what went wrong? He's just as much of a time-travel expert as I am." Doc suggested. "This way, we'll know what problem there is to deal with in 2015. Along with whatever potential secrets my dad has been keeping."

Suzy opened the door as she, Doc, and Marty Junior emerged from the car. "That could work, Doc, but you can't just leave us here in a foreign time to wander around."

"And also, what makes you so sure this mess started in 2015 anyway?" Junior added.

"It's just a lucky guess. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." Doc said. "And the two of you need to be careful not to run into yourselves. Or get shot to death in the future, because that would mean we never go to 2075 in the first place."

"I have faith in you, Doc." Junior assured him. "And I have faith in my rainbow-colored hat too!"

As Doc smiled and left, Suzy gave Junior a kiss on the cheek and laughed. "You're such a dork, and I love you for it."

"That makes me feel good, but what are we supposed to do now?" Junior wondered. "I mean, Hill Valley has changed a lot, and certainly not for the better. Your house could be gone too."

Suzy nodded, looking ahead at an unfamiliar apartment complex united around a sign of Griff's smiling face. "I haven't seen Griff look that happy since our first date."

"Don't think about that. I just hate that they put it so close to Hilldale. I mean, look what a slum my neighborhood has become." Junior said. The two looked to see more vacant lots, wrecked cars, gunfire, and smog. "It's almost like being in the '80s."

"Better than the 1880s. Or judging how things are going, the 2080s." Suzy replied.

"Hey, don't insult the 1880s when Doc's around. He's always claiming to have been born in 1888, but I might actually believe him now. I thought he was just bluffing because he saw your address." Junior reminded her.

"We're not that close, MJ." Suzy sighed. "I just don't understand. The future seemed like such a nice place. Now it's a Tannen paradise…wait, my parents! I have to make sure they're okay!"

"Wouldn't they be kind of shocked to see you? I mean, it's not like genetics would be that shallow for you to have a lookalike daughter…" Junior suggested.

"You know, I actually think I could pass for a rejuvenated appearance." Suzy chuckled. "I mean, assuming I still have a lot of contact with them."

"You can try, Suzy, I'm not gonna force you. I just…miss Marlene." Junior sat by the curb and frowned. Suzy sat down next to him, and gave him a pat.

"It's okay, MJ. I know losing a sibling, especially a twin can be tough, but something tells me Marlene will find her way back. Maybe…"

"Maybe she hitched a ride on my dad's time machine? I always told him I never believed he went to 1955 and got back by the famous lightning storm, but actually meeting him there was a different matter altogether."

"And I'm still amazed you did that, even if it might've affected whatever stories your dad told you a bit. Maybe there's a place you can go to cool down, get a break from this chaos? I mean, the future's gotta have some bonuses to it."

"How about Cafe 80s? There's no way Griff could've messed with 80s nostalgia!"

"Now you're talking. I'm gonna check out those apartments. They must have been pretty cozy to send Hilldale to the bulldozers."

"Sounds good. I'll text Doc to male sure he knows where we are."

"People are so going to make fun of your iPhone 5 if they see you using it in 2045."

"Whatever Griff's done, I'm worried people might not even care about that anymore."

"We'll figure it out. We always do." Suzy replied. The two of them hugged, and Suzy walked towards the apartment. Junior took a moment to gawk at whatever crap Griff had pulled to get there. It didn't look right, especially with the sounds of wind and explosions. And somehow, he doubted it was natural. Whatever Griff had done, he had cheated. There was no other logical explanation. The vacant lot that had once had his home now contained papers and trash. One newspaper suddenly smacked his cap off his head, and he picked it up, looking at the date, which read March 16th, 2033. But that wasn't what caught Marty Junior's eye, so much as the top headline. It read, "Widow Requests Foreclosure Of House To Honor Murdered Husband". And when Junior looked to see what the husband looked like, he received an utter shock. It was him. Not even his father, who would've died at only 65, but him. He fainted to the ground, too startled by the prospect of knowing when he was going to die to pay attention to much else, including the fact that it said he had been murdered.