Marlene's P.O.V.

"Junior, is that you?" I asked, feeling the male hands on my head and the seat I was lying down on.

"Yes, Marlene," my brother assured me.

I suddenly looked at him, curious. "What happened?" I interrogated, sitting up.

"Well," Junior began to explain. "We plummeted down and were knocked out, then this dude in a radiation suit saw our car as he was escaping some farmers, he woke me up, and I found it was my exact double, but it was likely Dad, as his stories seem to have a basis in fact. Dad, if that was him, told me to get the car going, but we both ran over pine trees. He parked his DeLorean behind a sign and headed off to town, but told me to come after him once you awoke. He left 20 minutes ago."

"You saw Dad, heavy," I said, amazed.

"Well, I'm pretty certain it was him. Do you see where we are?" asked Junior.

I looked around. There were supposed to be neighborhoods like Lyon Estates and Hilldale, but all I saw was undeveloped land and two stone lions. "This is total madness," I realized. "Let's go find Dad."

"Sounds good," said Junior, as we left the Jaguar behind the lions. The walk to town was 2 miles. "Maybe this is just an intense dream," was all Junior said. He kept waiting on me to respond, but I just gave him a sleepy look, and he stopped. We did not speak again until approaching Courthouse Square, which looked very different from the place we knew and loved. A huge gazebo sat in the middle of a lovely park, right where the duck pond was supposed to be. The buildings surrounding the beautiful, recently renovated courthouse-not mall- with a surprisingly working clock, bore only a smidgen of resemblance to the places we knew in 2015. Most were made of old bricks, some were locations of long-defunct businesses, like Pan-Am Gas Station, and some were completely different entities all together. The Café 80's was recognizable, at least in building shape. It seemed to be a simple malt shop, not that nostalgic diner where Marty Junior had been about to meet Griff in the current time. "Holy jeeze!" Junior exclaimed, upon seeing the November 5th, 1955 newspaper. It even had Dwight Eisenhower on it.

"Where do we go first?" I asked him.

"How about the malt shop?' he suggested.

"Sure," I agreed. Holding hands, the two of us entered the building, hearing the blaring jukebox playing a song about somebody named Mr. Sandman. I tried to find it on my cell phone, but there was no service. "Darn it!" I screamed a little too loudly.

"What do you want, young lady?" asked Lou Caruthers, the owner of the establishment.

"Um, I want to use a phone?" I asked.

"It's in the back," said Lou. I went into the backroom, as Junior sat down next to a guy who looked a bit familiar. It was then that I saw Junior, only he was sitting right outside, talking to a boy whom I realized was Grandpa. This meant the other Junior was…Dad! It had to be Dad. Suddenly, I said, "Dad, is that you?" out loud. Before Dad replied, I looked out and saw Griff Tannen entering. That seemed rather absurd, as he wasn't around in 1955, meaning it had to be his grandfather…the young version of Biff Tannen.

"No, it isn't," said Dad, rather confused, especially by my resemblance to him. I was embarrassed, but quickly managed to say, "Oh, sorry." Then, I saw he was holding the key essential to getting out of 1955…a phonebook. "May I use that phone book?" I asked, noticing that Griff-I mean, Biff, was bullying Grandpa! I prayed Junior would help, even though he was basically a complete wimp.

"Sure," said Dad. "Is there someone you want to find?"

"Uh, yes. My, uh, Uncle Emmett Brown." I replied. Dad jumped back, startled.

"That just so happens to be who I'm looking for!" said Dad. "Emmett Brown is a distant cousin of mine."

"If you only knew," I thought, though what came out was "What a coincidence!" I watched Dad find the Browns, then snatched the phonebook. I tore the page out and handed the book back. "Sorry…" I apologized. Then one of Biff's cronies, one with a buzzcut, said "Look at this dork's cheater sneakers! Never learned how to tie his laces!" That made me mad, and I ran to defend my brother. Unfortunately, however, Biff grabbed me. "Let go!" I screamed.

"Well, lookee what we have here," said Biff, letting go of Grandpa. "Ha ha, you stupid pants-wearing girl. Pants are for men, the strong dudes, you need to wear a dress so I can touch your…"

"Leave my sister alone!" Junior yelled, in a manner most unlike him. I tried to kick myself free, as Biff messed with my shirt, but no words came out of my mouth. I watched in shock as Junior struggled, and then Grandpa threw a punch. Dad then ran out of the back room. "George McFly.." he said.

"Who are you?" asked Grandpa, as his watch beeped. "Darn, I'm late!" Grandpa then ran outside, as the bullies woke up Biff. Junior, Dad, and I had no choice but to follow. "What's going on here?" asked Dad.

"It's a long story…" I began, suddenly seeing Grandpa was taking off in a hurry on his bike. "Gramps-George-hey you on the bike!" I screamed, running after him. Dad and MJ followed. We then looked up in a tree, and there was Grandpa, spying on an undressing girl.

"He's a peeping tom!" Junior exclaimed.

"Wait a minute.." Dad began, standing in the road. "Are you my children?"

"Well, you see.." MJ began, taking a closer look at the nude girl.

"Junior!" I said, slapping him. Suddenly, a car began to come, and Grandpa lost his balance. He fell out of the tree, and the car came up towards Dad. Dad noticed Grandpa falling, and Junior noticed Dad about to be hit. Both Dad and Junior screamed, "DAD!" Junior jumped into the road as Dad caught Grandpa in his arms, and pushed the twosome away. Dad fell to the ground dazed. As I was going to help them, MJ was hit by the car. "Oh no!" I exclaimed. "Please be okay Junior, please…" Grandpa then awoke, confused. "What the heck?" he asked. Grandpa looked over at me and shook his head. He ran off. Dad soon followed, going in the opposite direction. A man of about 45 then got out of the old, ugly-looking car that had hit Junior. "Who are you?" the man asked.

"My name's, uh…" I began, noticing the purple Calvin Kleins Junior was wearing. "Callie Klein."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Klein," said the man. "My name is Sam. can you help me carry this kid into the house? Is he your brother?"

"Yes, that's Calvin Junior, or just Junior, we call him," I explained. The two of us picked up Junior's light body and carried it to the couch. "Dad, who is that?" asked a curly-haired girl who looked strikingly familiar.

"This is Callie Klein, and her brother, Calvin Junior," Sam explained.

"Where will we put him?" asked the girl.

"How about in my bedroom, and Callie will attend to him?" asked Sam.

"Sure," I said.

"Can I keep you company?" asked the girl.

"That would be nice, but I kinda want to be alone when he wakes up," I told her.

"I understand," Sam's daughter replied, as we took MJ up to her her parents' room and waited.