Marlene's POV

"Grandpa, is that you?" I asked, recognizing his silhouette awakening me in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable bed.

"There, there, now. You've been asleep for 9 hours, Callie." Grandpa said, though he sounded younger. I bolted up in bed, seeing his 17 year old self. "So you're George McFly!" I exclaimed. Yes, I was still in 1955, but that did give me a chance to return my uncle to existence. This was the second time I had been knocked out in 1955, and I was seriously considering suing the year. "How did I end up here?" I asked.

"Your friend, Lorraine, showed up at my door, carrying you. She said that you were looking at a photo of some people in front of my house, and assumed the house was yours. I know this house has never been lived in by any Kleins, but since I have a massive crush on Lorraine, I lied and told her I was your cousin staying with the family. Good thing my family's out of town and left me here for a math tournament which I lied about to watch a lot of Science Fiction Theater." Grandpa explained.

"Where's Gra-Lorraine?" I asked, trying to hold back my shock that Grandpa was just as much a slacker as Junior.

"Lorraine!" Grandpa called. Grandma then ran in.

"Yes, George?" Grandma asked.

"Would you...er...Callie's awake." Grandpa stuttered.

"Hi, Callie." Grandma said. "Sorry that you fell over that rose bush, but at least you had a house to go to."

"I gotta go, you guys were great." I quickly told my grandparents. Even though I was sure I had messed up their first meeting, I didn't want to meddle anymore with fate. I had to find Junior.

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Marty Junior's POV

I had been napping in Lorraine's-saying Grandma feels weird- bed per my arrangement with her family. Suddenly, I awoke with a start. I had just had a dream with Marlene, Lorraine, and Grandpa-I mean George. In their 1955 forms, my grandparents were visiting our house in 2015. Grandma smothered me in kisses, and to my shock, Grandpa became me, and then real Grandpa came back and carried off Marlene. Once I had woken up, I checked the family photo. No Uncle Dave! That made me get the heck out of there. I found a vacant lot with a convenient sleeping bag on it. After getting a few hours of sleep, I attempted to search for Marlene, which was harder said then done. Knowing Marlene, she wouldn't just enter somebody's house. She might have been kidnapped. I went to the cafe first, due to my extreme hunger. Biff was there. "Whatcha doin' here, punk?" Biff growled at me.

"George hasn't done your homework," I told him.

"I'll go get him!" Biff exclaimed. I just wanted to see if Biff was mean as Griff back in the day. Turns out, he was. I slapped my forehead. Grandpa then walked in.

"Hello McFly!" Biff laughed. "I have a present for you."

"Maybe he's not so bad after all," I thought. Bad move, me. Biff grabbed my neck. He began to fight me. George then yelled, "Get your hands off him!" George socked Biff out with one punch.

"Calvin Jr, are you okay?" George asked me.

"Oh yes, fine," I replied.

"Do you need a place to stay?" asked George.

"Indeed," I admitted.

"How about you stay at my house?" George asked. "My parents got home this morning, I told them that your parents sent you on a solo trip to Hill Valley for a week, to try out Hill Valley High, and I volunteered to have you at my house while they were out of town."

"You didn't...well, thank you." I managed to say. It was odd that George had done all that, as if he knew that we were related. As we walked to his house, I asked George what he thought of Lorraine.

"Lorraine Baines? She's beautiful and I am glad I got her to talk to me. But I think she loves another. She showed up at my house with Callie, and was disappointed when I opened the door. She was distracted, half-hearted, and bored." George explained.

"But do you love Lorraine?" I asked. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I thought I did. But now that another has beaten me too it, I feel I too love someone else." George admitted.

"Who do you love then, George?" I asked.

"Your sister, Callie, that's who." George replied dramatically.