Marty's POV

I entered the café '80's and saw that Doc and Timmy were right. This place wasn't exactly done right…. Even though there was a little bit of historical accuracy but it wasn't enough. There was technology all over the place. Half of it though I couldn't recognize. One of the televisions came over to me and I ordered a Pepsi, like Doc instructed me.

I sat down as I heard a voice saying, "McFly?"

I turned and saw an old man that looked like Biff. Was it….?

He said, "I thought so. You're Marty McFly's son; Clayton McFly."

I whispered, "Biff?"

He came over to me and said, "It must really bother you that you're related to such a butthead." I got mad and responded, "I've got to tell you, George McFly is no butthead."

Biff shook his head and responded, "Not him! You're old man! Marty McFly! The man who took his life and flushed it down completely down the toilet."

'What the hell is he talking about? Did Doc and Timmy leave out something,' I thought.

I mumbled, "I did? I mean, he did?"

Just then, a hulky looking guy came in and screamed, "Gramps, I told you to put two coats of wax on my car!"

Gramps? Wait, then that meant…

Biff answered, "I put the other coat an hour ago, Griff."

My heart skipped a beat. Griff? That was the guy I was supposed to meet! Griff escorted Old Biff out.

He then said to me, "Don't go anywhere, McFly. You're next."

'Like I'm supposed to be scared,' I thought. I went over to where some kids were. They were playing Wild Gun Man. I took off my hat and started to play it. I happen to be a crack shot at that.

I heard a voice saying, "Pepsi, please."

I spun around and saw my future son! "Damn!"

I swore. I got onto the ground and went behind the counter.

I heard another voice saying, "Clay, are you sure about this?"

That was either Annie's voice or Emma's voice. 'Double damn,' I thought. Just then, the doors opened.

I heard Griff saying, "So, have you thought about tonight's opportunity?"

'Say no,' I thought.

My son stammered, "W-well, I have been thinking about it Griff but I think it's a little too dangerous."

I whispered, "He's a complete wimp."

I heard Emma or Annie saying, "Hey, Griff. Why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?"

'Nice one, Emma or Annie,' I thought.

Griff sounded annoyed and responded, "This is none of your concern, Emma. Now, what's it going to be, Clayton?"

Clayton answered, "W-well, I'm going to have to discuss it with my father."

The gang asked, in unison, "You're father?"

Griff responded, "Wrong answer, McFly!"

He flung my future son over the counter and he landed on the ground rather hard.

He said, weakly, "Okay, Griff. I'll do it."

I whispered, "Just stay down and shut up."

I took off his cap as he passed out and got up. Griff seemed surprised that I recovered fast. Emma or Annie's reaction was a happy one.

Griff grabbed my shoulder and said, "Now, let's hear the right answer."

I forced him to let go of me.

Griff stepped back, impressed and responded, "Wow, since when did you become the psychical type?"

I responded, "The answer is no, Griff."

Griff repeated me and said, "No?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah, what are you? Deaf and stupid, I said no. Let's go, Emma."

Emma or Annie came over to me and said, "Right behind you, Mar…I mean, Clay."

That alone confirmed who it was and I whispered, "Annie?"

She nodded carefully as we tried to leave.

Griff called me and asked, "What's the matter, McFly, chicken?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Annie shot me a curious look and I turned around, angry.

I asked, "What did you call me, Griff?"

Griff repeated himself, "Chicken, McFly."

I threw off my hat and responded, "Nobody calls me…" Griff brought out a baseball bat from behind his back and I finished my sentence, "Chicken."

He swung the bat at me. I screamed and Annie and I quickly dodged it. Griff was standing over me and as I tried to fake him out, he stopped my punch cold. He kicked him right in his safe deposit box, and threw him into his goons.

Annie yelled, "Run, Clay!"

With that, I ran out the door.

Annie's POV

Well, I wasn't expecting this. First I lost track of Clayton, so I followed him into the café '80's. Second, Griff showed up and third, Marty took Clayton's place and now was running for his life. I couldn't help but wonder why Marty got so mad when Griff called him a chicken. I heard a groan and I saw the real Clayton getting up.

I ran over to him and asked, "Clay, are you alright?"

He nodded and answered, "Yeah. But, for a split second there, I thought dad was here…and he was a teenager!"

I gulped. I had to come up with something fast.

I answered, "Uh, you might've hit your head a bit too hard there, Clay."

Okay, it wasn't the best excuse but it was the only thing I could think of.

Clayton seemed to have bought my story and said, "Well, okay. Let's go see where Griff went. I need to tell him something."

I gulped again as I followed my future son out the door. I looked towards City Hall and we saw Griff and his gang being arrested.

Clayton perked up on this and asked, "I wonder what the hell happened?"

I sort of knew. Marty must've done the same thing he did in 1955, future style. I giggled at that thought.

Clayton was not paying attention to me and said, grabbing my hand, "We've got to get home, Emma."

'Uh, oh. Doc, Marty, and Timmy. Where the hell are you? I'm in trouble here,' I thought. So, I decided to stall.

I responded, "What about Griff and don't we have something else to do?"

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Timmy.

I breathed a mental sigh of relief and Clayton pulled my arm and said, "We have nothing else to do, Emma. We've got to get home!"

He dragged me to his futuristic car and we took off for our future home. 'Timmy, help me,' I thought.

Timmy's POV

Not good, not good! I never thought my day would be this crazy! I was reunited with my fairy godmother for a split second and now, Clayton thought Annie was Emma and he was about to take her to their future home! I ran back to where dad and Marty were. Dad and Marty just had a discussion about Marty having a sports almanac, which predicted sports events until the end of the twentieth century. Dad was about to put it in the trash and I came over.

I told him, "Dad, that's going to have to wait. Clayton has Annie and he's about to take her to her future home!"

Dad gasped while Marty jumped up at this chance.

He asked, excited, "You mean I'm going to get to see where I live? I'm going to see myself as an old man!"

Dad shook his head and answered, "Marty, I'm afraid that's too risky…." He gasped and added, "Great Scott! Annie could stumble upon her future self! The consequences of that could be disastrous."

Marty grabbed him and asked, "Whoa, Doc. What do you mean?"

I think that he was just hoping that this wasn't one of those disappearing from the universe sort of thing he went through in 1955. Frankly, I didn't blame him.

Dad answered, "I foresee two possibilities. One: coming face-to-face with her younger self, the older Annie will just simply pass out and the younger Annie will use it as it an excuse to leave or two: the whole meeting could cause a paradox and destroy the universe, limited to our own galaxy. Granted, that's the worst case scenario."

I had sarcasm in my voice as I responded, "That's a relief."

Though, I couldn't help but wonder why Annie wouldn't faint at the sight of her being old. Don't girls do that kind of stuff? Marty looked like he was wondering the exact same thing.

Dad brought us out of our thoughts and responded, "We've got to get to your house and make sure that the two don't meet." He added, throwing the almanac in the garbage, "And this stays here. I didn't invent a time machine to win at gambling. I invented a time machine to go through time."

"I know, Doc. I know." Marty responded.

I said, "Then, what are we waiting for? Let's save Annie!"

The three of us got into the De Lorean, unaware that someone was listening in.

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