Author's Note: Just a little over a year after the demise of George Douglas McFly, Doc is in a state of desperation.

April 12, 1974
10:30 PM PDT

Dr. Emmett Brown sighed, as he took a stroll around Hill Valley Park. For about as long as he could just remember, this was a peaceful place - but, with Biff Tannen becoming increasingly more powerful, he really felt worried that the park wouldn't remain intact. He certainly longed for the 1950s, when Hill Valley was a much more peaceful town.

His thoughts then turned to young Marty McFly, who would almost be six years old. It was a little over a year ago - when the young boy's father, George, was murdered. If anything, though, a part of him quite felt as if George might be better off being dead.

After all, with Biff just being the ruthless tycoon that he was, it seemed as if the world was actually just headed towards becoming a bona fide dystopia. Perhaps, as soon as the time machine reaches completion, the scientist would simply be able to fix all that.

He sure wondered just how Marty was doing. Even though he was still a small boy, he still quite tended to think of Marty as the teenage visitor of 1955. Within just a week's time, he grew to become very fond of the young man - who had really taken to calling him "Doc". It would feel so good to, once again, have Marty addressing him as "Doc."

Doc sat on a bench, as he quite decided to relax. He hadn't seen Marty, in fact, since last August. Only about a week after marrying Marty's mother, Lorraine - Biff decided to just send Marty, along with Dave and Linda, off to a Switzerland boarding school.

Everyday, in fact, Doc sure couldn't stop thinking about young Marty. He wondered if he really would, again, be able to see the young boy. On the positive side, he figured that Marty was probably safer in Switzerland, being out of the Biff Tannen's clutches.

"Dr. Brown?" asked a soft feminine voice. As Doc looked up, he simply felt horrified by what he saw. The young woman was Becky Collins, who really happened to be a maid of Biff Tannen's. She sure seemed to be in terrible shape. Her long blond hair was in a huge mess, and her face looked terribly dirty. She also looked to be rather hungover.

"Becky!" cried out Doc, as a lump formed in his throat. "My goodness, girl! What quite became of you? I still rather remember you as a bright and cheerful little girl, sitting in my third-grade classroom. You were so smart, too - and you always got straight As."

"Yeah," Becky replied, flatly. "Well, that was then." Tears then filled her eyes, as she added, "Biff really isn't the kind of person I thought he was. While it's true that he provided me assistance and comfort... Well, he's worse than my dad ever was!"

I could've told you that, a year ago, Doc was quite tempted to reply. Instead, he just asked, "Well, Becky, what happened? I rather can't stand to... It just pains me so much, Becky, to see how you really became the way you did. When you were simply a mere eight years old, you seemed to have... I wish I could do something... to help."

"I'm very afraid there's not a thing you can do," Becky replied, sighing. "The kids were home... for the holidays. Oh, Dr. Brown, I just feel like a real heel. Last year, the kids expressed to me how unhappy Biff really made them. Oh, how I wish I had listened."

"So, uh, Becky," Doc replied, softly. As concerned as he felt for the McFly children, he simply couldn't bring himself to judge Becky. The poor girl had such a hard enough life, as it was. "Tell me, Becky... Just what were the children like, since they came home?"

"Well, they seemed very scared," replied Becky, in a near whispered. "It really was as if they didn't even... want to be home. Aside from missing their mother, that is. I sure wish I had listened to them. They were right - and I was wrong. He really was horrible to the poor darlings! Early this afternoon, I found that Biff was whipping poor Marty."

"Whipping... Marty?" Doc asked, horrified. "But he's just a small boy. I mean, even for his age... I wish I could just take Marty in my arms, right now - and comfort him. I just can't... This is completely unacceptable! Biff is a terribly heartless and unfeeling oaf."

"When I told Biff how I felt..." Becky explained. Tears then rolled down her cheeks, as she added, "Well, he simply yelled at me to just mind my own business. I replied that it was terribly wrong to harm such a helpless kid... He just laid the old guilt trip on me."

"Guilt trip," Doc muttered, in disbelieve. "You mean, about how he was real supportive of you... when your own father was abusing you?" Becky just nodded, vigorously. "In fact, Becky, I really believe that Biff..." Doc paused, as he realized that he should use delicacy in phrasing what he wanted to say. "Becky, I think Biff was just using you."

"I quite realize that, now, Dr. Brown," Becky replied, weeping. "He's much worse than my father ever was. I can't believe I was quite so naive, Dr. Brown, that I would fall for his... Still, after being betrayed by one person I thought I could trust most..."

"I simply understand, Becky," Doc replied, softly. "For a good portion of your life, you learned to trust your father - and you quite loved him. I do remember how, when you were in my class, you gushed about how your parents were such wonderful people."

"If only I could just go back in time, Dr. Brown," Becky commented, wistfully, "and get him to... sign some contract... stating that he will always love me, be very supportive of me, and..." Becky then began to sob, as Doc's heart quite went out to her. "It was the ultimate act of betrayal, Dr. Brown. I expected that he would always love me!"

"Well, and it's not such an unreasonable thing to expect," Doc replied, softly. "He was your father - and he... quite let you down, to say the least. Apparently, the fact that your father turned on you didn't go unnoticed by Biff - and, thus, Biff decided to..."

"I decided that Biff couldn't be all bad," explained Becky, "when quite showed a strong disapproval for the way my father was just treating me. Oh, Dr. Brown, I actually was so vulnerable. Biff obviously knew that, too - and, thus, he knew that I could be..."

Doc didn't say anything, as he couldn't help but feel as if he held some responsibility in the way Becky turned out. Perhaps, he should've quite warned her - when he had the chance. Yet, he was simply afraid that Becky not only wouldn't believe him - but would even turn against him. Perhaps, he had been too much of a coward to warn the girl.

"I just realized something, Dr. Brown," Becky commented, in a near whisper. "Biff may be the whole reason why... why Dad became so abusive. He grew so disgruntled with life... He turned to booze and drugs, and he took all his rage out on Mom... and me."

"I'm sorry, Becky," whispered Doc, as he was at a real loss of what to say. "That must be... hard for you. I guess your father rather figured you... and your mother... to be an easy target. He felt as if he was no match for Biff - so, as as result, he decided..."

"It really was painful for me, Dr. Brown," Becky sobbed. "I had nothing to do with Biff being... the way that he is. I really couldn't understand why my father misdirected all his anger at Biff... towards me... and my mother. Nevertheless, when I just watched Biff whipping poor sweet Marty, I felt... As I dared to speak up, Biff dismissed me."

"I feel real horrible for Marty," muttered Doc, as he drew Becky close to her. "I guess, once he returns to Switzerland... I think what you did was... Well, I'm simply glad that you spoke up, when you saw how he... If only Biff hadn't become quite so powerful."

"When I was a little girl," explained Becky, softly, "I was so optimistic. I couldn't quite understand why many of the adults around me just seemed to be... so glum. I swore that, when I grew up, I wouldn't become like them. However, I never knew that..."

"Power tends to corrupt," quipped Doc, "and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The thing is, Biff sure was already so horrid... even before he became wealthy. Indeed, it is true that the love of money is the root of all evil. After all, Biff Tannen is such proof of that. Well, Becky, I would just love to help you out. Biff Tannen must be stopped!"

"I quite agree, Dr. Brown," whispered Becky, "but how? Even the police are beginning to side with him. I sure feel so..." Suddenly, Becky began coughing. Between coughs, she added, "I won't be surprised... if Armageddon... was right around... the corner."

To Doc's horror, Becky simply toppled to the ground. Tears came to Doc's eyes, as he kneeled to the ground. Quite gently, he touched her body - and, to his abject horror, she was unresponsive. He rolled up her sweater sleeve, as he searched for a pulse.

"No, Becky," whispered Doc, as he was unable to find a pulse. "Please, Becky! Please don't be dead." He lifted up her head - and, with despair, he saw that a pool of vomit lay where her mouth was. The lower half of her face was all covered with vomit - and her eyes her open. He saw the truth of the matter. Rebecca Irene Collins was dead!

"Oh, poor Becky," murmured Doc, as tears rolled down his cheeks. "May God rest your soul." At first, he considered contacting the police - but rather decided against it. With his rotten luck, the police would just decide to accuse Doc himself of murdering Becky.

Doc wept silently, as he started to walk into the wooded area. Becky was the second of his former pupils to just have her life ended, in quite a tragic way. George Douglas McFly was the first, and that was just a little over a year ago. It was very horrifying.

While George Douglas McFly was actually one of the first pupils that he had, Rebecca Irene Collins was one of the last. Perhaps, after completing his time machine, he sure would be able to fix just whatever went wrong. However, with what he quite learned from Marty in 1955, that might not be for over a decade. That would be a long wait.