Author's note: Hey everyone it's me again! I don't really have anything to say which is very rare! Oh, but I do have a story! This weekend I was at a friend's sleepover and we could hear the football game going on a mile away. We heard these drums and my one friend was like "Jumumgi!" I have never been able to sit through Jumungi because when I was little it scared the crap out of me! Anyway, read on…
"Someone forgot to do their spring cleaning" I said joked as we entered my garage.
"Not just someone… you" Marty pointed out.
"Hey I do winter cleaning. Doc is in charge of the rest" I reminded Marty.
"You actually have a thing called winter cleaning?" Marty asked confused.
"Yeah, why do you think it's cleaner in the winter" I pointed out.
"Here it is! As soon as I found it I knew that somehow you would find out too" Doc explained picking up a faded newspaper article.
"George Mcfly Murdered: Local Author Shot Dead" Marty said reading the headline.
"George Mcfly was a very nice and thoughtful man according to his neighbor Abigail Brown who helped him write many of his books. She is very troubled that such an accident could have occurred and it will be looked into by Biff himself" I read.
"At least they got my name right" I admitted.
"I don't get it Doc, I mean how can this be happening? It's like we're in hell or something!" Marty cried confused.
"You think algebra's hell" I joked.
"No really I'd take algebra any day" Marty replied.
"No, its Hill Valley, although I can't imagine hell being much worse!" Doc admitted sitting down on the couch. I moved over in front of the amp so he wouldn't notice.
"Obviously the time continuum has been disrupted creating this new temporally venced sequence resulting in this alternative reality" Doc explained.
"English, Doc!" Marty and me said in unison.
"Let me illustrate…" Doc said pulling in the blackboard from the garage. Her picked up a piece of chalk and began to explain.
"Imagine that this line represents time…" Doc started drawing a long line across the blackboard. "Here's the present, 1985" he said writing 1985. He writes F for the future at the end. He wrote P for the past at the other end. Prior to this point in time.
"Somewhere in the past, the timeline skewed into this tangent, creating an alternate 1985" Doc said pointing to 1985 and making a long line coming from it.
"Alternate to us but reality for everyone else" Doc explained reaching into his back pocket and taking out a bag.
"Recognize this? It's the bag the sports book came in. I know, because the receipt is still inside. I found them in the time machine, along with this!" Doc said pulling out the top of Biff's cane.
"It's the top of Biff's cane, I mean old Biff from the future!" Marty cried excitedly.
"Correct! It was in the time machine because Biff was in the time machine with the sports almanac!" Doc yelled making everything make sense.
"Holy crap!" I cried.
"You see, while we were in the future, Biff got the sports book, stole the time machine, went back in time and gave the book to himself at some point in the past!" Doc yelled waving his hands everywhere.
"Look! It says, right here, that Biff won his first million betting on a horse race in 1958. He wasn't just lucky, he knew because he had all the race results in the sports almanac. That's how he made his entire fortune!" Doc explained holding up a magnified glass.
"He must have been listening when I... it's my fault! If I hadn't bought that dang book, none of this would ever have happened!" Marty yelled freaking out.
"I agree completely! We should leave Marty here so he's stuck in this time zone as punishment!" I joked.
"Well, that's all in the past" Doc waved Marty off ignoring my comment.
"You mean the future" Marty corrected.
"Whatever! It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused and why the time machine must be destroyed after we straighten all of this out!" Doc yelled.
"Whoa, back up! Who said we were gonna destroy my Delorian! Is this like one of those terrorists things that you choose not to tell me!" I objected.
"Abigail, this really isn't the time or place!" Doc replied.
"And what is! You never listen to me! You left me in the house almost every day alone! You promised it would different! You know what you did! You chose to travel through time instead of being with your own daughter!" I yelled.
"Abigail Brown! Listen to me! We can discuss this when you are in a better mood and in the right time zone!" Doc yelled.
"So we go back to the future, and we stop Biff from stealing the almanac" Marty suggested trying to get us to stop fighting.
"We can't! Because, if we travel into the future from this point in time, it will be the future of this reality! In which Biff is corrupt, and powerful, and married to your mother!" Doc explained racking his brain about what to do.
"No, our only chance to repair the present is in the past, at the point where the timeline skewed into this tangent. In order to put the universe back as we remember it, and get back to our reality, we have to find out the exact date, and the specific circumstances of how, where and when, young Biff got his hands on that sports almanac!" Doc said pounding his hand against the amp.
He looked down at his hand. It had prune all over. "What's this all about?"
"Marty did it!" I said pointing at him.
"I have the answer to your question. I'll ask Biff" Marty declared.
R/r Sorry I couldn't write more, but my one typing finger hurts!