August 23, 1986/2016
11:30 AM PDT

Lisa, along with each of the other girls, managed to catch one of the McFly boys - just before their heads landed on the wooden ground. She just felt so dazed, as she could hardly believe what all was happening. Momentarily, all the girls were simply silent - as they each tended to a McFly boy, as if they were acting in perfect synchronization.

"Great Scott!" breathed Jennifer, as she was the first to break the silence. "I certainly can't believe what I'm seeing. This is just totally... unreal." Turning to Lisa, she asked, "Well, Lisa, do you happen to know these... other people? It just seems as if they..."

"I met them, uh, last night," Lisa replied, very nervously. Would the other girls end up blaming her for what just happened? "I, uh... Well, I certainly don't know what is going on here. I was starting to think it was all just a dream. Meeting them, I mean."

"Just a dream?" asked one of the brunette twins, as she looked wounded. "Well, I find our current situation to be very unsettling - but, uh... Perhaps, we should go around - and just introduce ourselves. My name is Stephanie Stebbs - and this is my twin sister, Stacy. Lisa is tending to Mike, while Stacy and I are tending to... Alex and Marty Jr."

"McFly," added the other brunette twin. "Mike and Alex are twins, while Marty Jr here is really a... look-alike cousin. Not surprisingly, they often get mistaken for triplets. At any rate, I'm dating Alex - who I am tending to. Stephanie here is dating... Marty Jr."

"Whoa, hold the phone!" gasped Sarah, stunned. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. In fact, it rather appears as if... Did you say Marty McFly Jr?" As Stephanie nodded, she added, "I can't believe this. My name's Sarah Parker - and this is my cousin, Jennifer."

"Sarah? Jennifer?" asked Stephanie, stunned. "Well, I must admit, you really do look a lot like the Sarah and Jennifer we know - except that... Well, you just look too young. Also, Sarah has blond hair - unless, of course, you dyed your hair. It sure looks a little like... Well, no offence - but your hair looks a little unnatural. It looks a bit... orange."

"Well, I regret dyeing my hair," Sarah replied, softly. "I'm just not very sure of what is going on here - but it really does seem... Come to think of it, I recall Calvin mentioning how... Well, he did mention about our future children being called... Mike and Alex."

"Does the name Dr. Emmett Brown, uh, really mean anything to you?" asked Jennifer. Lisa simply couldn't, for the life of her, think of anyone with that name. Stephanie and Stacy just nodded. "I'm not sure how to say this, but... he invented a time machine."

Lisa gasped, as she rather couldn't believe what she heard. She glanced at Stephanie and Stacy, who looked to be just as baffled. Under ordinary circumstances, she really might've figured that her old friends went off their rockers. However, this sure wasn't an ordinary circumstances - and, in fact, it might just explain the strange happenings.

"A time machine?" Stephanie asked, rolling her eyes. "Get out of town! There's no way that... Granted, Dr. Brown might be quite a genius scientist - and he simply did a lot to contribute to modern technology. Still, there's no way he invented... a time machine."

"Actually, Steph," replied Stacy, "as outrageous as the... the story... might sound... I rather can't think of any other plausible explanation to describe... this. The others are all dressed up in eighties fashions, and... Perhaps, we might all just be dreaming this."

"You guys really don't know?" Jennifer asked, stunned. "Doc and Chris came here, not long before we did. I wonder if they could've... done something to the cabin. It simply seems... Perhaps, this wasn't something they did... intentionally. They're usually very careful about... mucking around with the space-time continuum. This really seems..."

"Listen to the radio," suggested Lisa, blinking. "As the radio station takes a little break from playing music... Well, you'll see that it's the year 1986. I sure have no idea what is going on here... or just who this Dr. Emmett Brown guy is... but I think Jennifer..."

"It's Kashmir," Stephanie replied, softly. "By Led Zeppelin. Well, I know this song came out in the seventies. Still, it doesn't exactly... Well, I rather hope that the boys are all right. All five of them, I mean. I'm still a little skeptical of this time travel thing, but..."

"In the meantime, how about really having a little... snack?" suggested Sarah, as she pulled into one of the bags. She pulled out a big bag of M&Ms, as she added, "I really think a little chocolate treat should rather help calm the nerves. Why don't we lay the boys on the mattress. That way, as they wake up... I'll pour the candy into a bowl."

"Sure, I suppose so," replied Stephanie, as she dragged Marty Jr to the mattress. "I'm really hoping that it isn't a..." Her eyes grew wide, as she gasped, "Tan M&Ms? Where are the blue M&Ms? Well, our parents told us they really used to have... tan M&Ms."

"Holy shit!" gasped Stacy, as she took a closer look at the bag of candy. "If this really is the eighties... Well, it'll sure be a dream come true. Sometimes, we quite feel a little out of place in our era... We all simply prefer rock and roll over that... that rap crap."

"I absolutely detest rap," agreed Stephanie, quite vehemently. "Well, I suppose some of the rap from the 1980s isn't so bad - but I just... The thing is, I really hate gangsta rap! We all do, in fact. After all, it's not even... Rap doesn't even have a melody. The thing is... If, somehow, we really did end up in the 1980s... That'd be just awesome!"

"Welcome to the year 1986," Lisa commented, in a near whisper. She quite wondered if it was possible to visit 2016, once again. Perhaps, she could just find out something about her own future. It might be interesting. "Well, I guess I'd better tend to Mike."

oooooooooo

"Mom?" Marty Jr asked, as he felt quite disoriented. His back felt rather sore, and the sight was very blurry. He tried to think of where he was, and he simply had a strange feeling that something was quite out of place. Where exactly could he be? Did he end up being knocked out? It really didn't seem as if he was at home. "Mom, is that you?"

"There, there, now," called out a soft feminine voice. "Just relax. You've been asleep for almost half an hour." Marty Jr tried to look around, but he couldn't quite make out where he was. The room was very dark. It seemed as if something covered his eyes.

"I had a horrible nightmare," mumbled Marty Jr, as he was still dazed. "I dreamed that I was just... planning to visit a cabin. My cousins, along with our girlfriends, were with me. After we stepped inside, we saw two guys who... looked like us. It was terrible."

"Well, you're safe and sound," assured the feminine voice, as she placed her hand on his forehead. Marty Jr wasn't sure of whether to feel relieved, or not. He still couldn't figure out why he felt so stiff and sore. He really couldn't think of what he was doing, that would cause him to end up in this condition. "Here in the old abandoned cabin."

"Abandoned cabin?" cried out Marty Jr, just as he bolted up. He realized that he was, in fact, wearing a blindfold. He simply felt afraid to take it off. "What's going on here? I'm feeling so... so scared. Why am I wearing a blindfold, and... What's all going on?"

"Just try to relax, Junior," suggested the girl, as she touched his shoulder. "I'm not so sure of how to really explain everything, but... Well, I'm your mother - but from thirty years ago. Those two guys you saw... Well, they were your father and your uncle."

"Uncle Calvin," added another girl. "Everything will be fine, dear. I'm not quite sure of just what's going on, either - but... Well, don't be too alarmed - when you see that... there are four guys who look like you. This really is unsettling for me, too - but... I do think this cabin is a sort of... time portal. Even the radio station seems to confirm..."

"Next up is a tune from just a little over a decade ago," announced a disc jockey, "by Styx, called Suite Madame Blue. We'll also hear from Sammy Hagar - with a tune from just two years ago, I Can't Drive 55. This is KIRP, your rock and roll variety station."

"Whoa, this really is heavy," breathed Marty Jr. With some apprehension, he took off his blindfold. He blinked, as he glanced around the room. What he saw was shocking - as he saw five girls, along with four boys who bore a strong resemblance to him.

"You were the first to come to," explained Stephanie, softly. "The others are quite still out. Anyway, just look on the bright side. Somehow, it just appears as if we ended up in our... our favourite decade. Your parents are the same age as us, and it's rather... Apparently, your Aunt Sarah dyed her hair - as she really wanted to look more like..."

"I wanted to look more like my cousin," explained Sarah, softly. "I was also quite tired of all the 'dumb blonde' jokes. Perhaps, I was just being a little overly sensitive - but I just... Jennifer and I were always so close - and, at times, we're more like... sisters."

"I dyed my hair, too," explained Lisa, softly. "You see, I'm a good old friend to... your mother and your aunt. The thing is, I'm a natural redhead - but I dyed my hair brown, in order to... to escape detection. You see, I don't want social services to find out..."

"Why don't you have some bona fide eighties M&Ms, Marty?" suggested Stephanie, as she handed a bowl of candy to her boyfriend. "There are no blue M&Ms in here. There are plenty of tan ones, though. When the other boys wake up, we can... I quite have a good feeling that we're in for a... a very exciting week. This really is... astonishing."

Marty Jr swallowed, as he reached for a handful of candy. While he still felt so dazed, the idea of being in the 1980s struck him as exciting. There sure were plenty of times, in fact, when he envied his parents' generation. Still, he felt just a little apprehensive.