Later, the DeLorean soon lets the wheels up and landed on the ground safely, now driving normally and without noticing as they drove over towards Jasmine's house. However, Andrea took notice that the roads were too quiet for this evening, and that there was a crushed truck in Jasmine's driveway, as well as some odd bits here and there. She was shaken from the thoughts as the car stopped and Braedey and James both jumped out of the car.
James looked around, then pointed over to the swing at the front porch. "Let's put her in the swing! Then I'll take you home, and you can come back in your car and wake her." He suggested. Braedey nodded and carried Jasmine in bridal hold over to the swing. "When she awakens here in her own house and it's dark, you should be able to convince her it was all just a dream." James added on.
Braedey stopped for a second. "Wait a minute. We're just going to leave her out here on the porch?" He asked his father as he put Jasmine in the swing.
"The disorientation will help convince her that it was all a dream." James insisted to his son.
Braedey gently patted Jasmine's hair, looking at her sleeping face. "How long do you think she's gonna be out for?" He asked.
"I'm not too sure, she received quite a shock from seeing her 2045 counterpart." James replied to him. "Could be for a few minutes, most probably a couple of hours. You'd better bring some smelling salts with you." He advised, now walking back to the DeLorean. He turned to see Braedey looking to Jasmine. "Don't worry. She'll be fine." He reassured him.
Braedey walked after James then noticed bars on the windows. "What's wrong, Braedey?" Orion asked.
"I just don't remember bars being on those windows." Braedey pointed back in concern.
James soon drove back to his and Braedey's house. All seemed right for a while, but something was just odd about this 1985. James soon pulled over at the side of the road before the crest of the hill to Braedey's house, Braedey jumping out of the car.
"If you need me, I'll be down at the warehouse outside of town." James told Braedey.
"Right. Be careful." Braedey nodded, then watched as the car drove off in the opposite direction.
Braedey started to walk along towards his house, but as he does so, to his confusion and surprise, where he would see his house was not there. Instead, it was just an empty plot of land. The grass had wilted away and it was scorched earth.
"What the hell?" Braedey wondered in bewilderment and confusion. "Where is the house? But where did everyone go?" He wondered, now began to run down into town to try and find anything.
Braedey soon ran down what could be a torn-down street. Things are very different to how he remembered it to be. In the distance, he could hear gunshots and screaming, making the hairs on his arms stand on end in fear. At a street corner, there are two while outlines of two murder victims on the ground, making Braedey go slightly pale in the face. Braedey ran deeper into Hill Valley to find a solution to this problem. Where was his mother and sisters? What is up with Hill Valley? Why was it like a war zone?
"This has got to be the wrong year." Braedey made his way up on a front porch and looked at the papers. But, the paper indeed read 2015. "What-? That's impossible."
"Drop it." A voice from behind demanded, Braedey feeling the barrel of a gun brushing up behind his neck. Braedey dropped the paper, hands slowly raised, and slowly turned around to see Principal Strickland with a tommy gun aiming at him. "So, you're the little rat who's been stealing my papers." Strickland didn't seem to recognise Braedey at all!
"Mr. Strickland." Marty couldn't believe it, slowly getting to his feet. "Mr. Strickland, sir. It's me, sir, Braedey."
"Who?" Strickland aimed the gun at him.
"Braedey Gray Martin." The teen assured him. "Don't you know me from school?"
"I've never seen you before in my life, but you look like a slacker!" Strickland stated.
"Yeah, that's right. You gave me detention last week." Braedey insisted.
Strickland looked at Braedey like he was speaking Chinese or something. "Last week? The school burnt down 6 years ago. You have three seconds to get off my porch with your nuts intact!" He then lowered the gun at Braedey's crotch.
But then, the two heard other gunshots and dropped down as a van suddenly came speeding by in front of Strickland's house, and they started to shoot up the front of Strickland's house. Strickland fired at them as Braedey ran for his dear life.
"Eat lead, slackers!" That was the last Braedey heard from Strickland, but he just kept on running, fear and adrenaline racing through his veins.
Braedey now finally stumbled into the heart of Hill Valley, but it now looked more like a living nightmare: the vandalised sign said 'Hell Valley'. Braedey looked all around with bewilderment. It was Hill Valley, only it looked like an eldritch abomination nightmare.
Braedey then ran into the hobo, Fred, but Fred called the brunette a crazy, drunk pedestrian, but goes though trash. Braedey turned around and he saw, to his shock and horror, there's a huge casino hotel called 'Biff Tannen's Pleasure Paradise', and there was a lot of memorabilia in front of a building dedicated to Biff of all people. There were videos playing of him which puzzled Braedey even more than he could ever imagine happening now.
"What... in the... name of..." Braedey muttered out in shock.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Biff Tannen museum. Dedicated to Hill Valley's number one citizen and America's living folk hero, the one and only, Biff Tannen." The video announced. "Of course, we've all heard the legend, but who is the man? Inside you'll learn how Biff became one of the richest men in America. Learn the amazing history of the Tannen family, starting with his grandfather and relative, Buford 'Mad Dog' and Scarlett 'Deadly Valentine' Tannen, fastest guns in the West." The video soon changed. "See Biff's humblest beginnings, and how a trip to the racetrack on his 21st birthday made him a millionaire overnight. Share in the excitement of a fabulous winning streak that earned him the nickname: The Luckiest Man on Earth. Learn how Biff parlayed that lucky winning streak into the vast empire, Biffco. Discover how in 1979, Biff successfully lobbied to legalize gambling and turned Hill Valley's dilapidated courthouse into a beautiful casino hotel."
"I just want to say one thing, God bless America!" Biff, at a younger age, spoke in the video up for an interview.
"Meet the woman who shared his passion, as he searched for true love." The video continued, but Braedey didn't like where it was going, as a high school picture of Josie popped up. "And relive Biff's happiest moment as in 1973, he realised his romantic dream by marrying his high school sweetheart, Josie Marrow-Gemsworth."
"Third time's the charm." Biff chuckled, then violently made out with Josie, much to Braedey's horror and disgust.
"Oh, sweet mother of..." Braedey stumbled back, now in confirmation as he was living in a horrifying nightmare for sure now. Matters were made worse as he was surrounded by three thugs who looked hostile and they look familiar.
"Come with us upstairs." One of them demanded.
"Let me go!" Braedey growled, trying to wrench himself free.
"Son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." One thug took out a night stick and knocked Braedey out, and all he saw was darkness. "The easy way..."
Braedey saw darkness for a while, but he then felt cushioning. He tossed and turned and he made the notification he was in a bed. He was probably safe in home, and all this time travel, and Biff being an idol was just nonsense made from a strange dream. He heard stirring in the room with him.
Braedey slowly stirred as he woke up, although his vision was blurry, and his head hurt from an impact. He then could see the silhouette of a woman nearby. "Mom? Mom... is that you?" He mumbled.
"Calm down, Braedey." Naomi's voice replied softly, now dabbing a wet cloth against his forehead. "It's okay. You've been knocked out for two hours."
"I had... a terrible nightmare." Braedey mumbled. "It was horrific and terrifying."
"Well, it's alright, honey." Naomi reassured to him. "You're safe and sound now, back up on the good old 32nd floor."
Braedey's eyes snapped open. "32nd floor!?" He then saw his mother as she turned on the lights, and she looked very, very different than she normally looked.
Naomi had long luscious blonde hair reaching to her shoulders, her skin a much pastier white than normal, her fingernails done up with with black nail polish, and with eyelashes that look full. She also now has rather large J-Cup breasts, as well as a curvy and ample butt. She is wearing a black dress exposing her cleavage, with a loose skirt ending at her mid-thighs, white arm-length stockings, black heel shoes, a white frilly apron with a bow at the end, as well as the right type of underwear.
Braedey muttered in bewilderment and in shock. "M-M-Mom? That can't be you!" He grabbed the duvet, trying to keep his eye on his mother's face instead of her exposed ample cleavage.
"Y-yes, it's me, Braedey." Naomi tried to reassure him. "Are you alright? Are you feeling sick?"
"I'm fine, it's just that... y-y-you're so..." Braedey gulped, trying to avert his eyes from her cleavage. "Well-endowed..."
Naomi now looked to her curvaceous body, and she faintly blushed as she looked away. "Oh, I'm sorry. I really wish you didn't have to see this." She muttered.
"M-Mom? Why are you... dressed like a maid?" Braedey now asked, taking note of her attire.
"Oh, this thing..." Naomi looked down at her attire. "It's because of... well, it's because of where we are. 'Biff Tannen's Pleasure Paradise', or as I call it 'Biff's Brothel of His Mental Insanity'." She spat it out with venom laced in her voice.
"Biff's... what?" Braedey muttered out.
"Braedey, everything is going to be alright." Naomi now stood up off the bed. "Are you hungry? I can make something for you." She offered.
"But... Wait a second..." Braedey shook his head, as if he had a headache.
"NAOMI!" A deep voice bellowed from behind the door, Braedey and Naomi freezing in place and they turned to the door into the room.
"Oh, sweet mother of God." Naomi spoke out in shock and fear. "I thought he'd be gone."
"What?" Braedey mumbled in confusion.
Biff suddenly bashed into the door with his thugs from earlier. He glared at Marty as he saw him in the bed. "You're supposed to be in Switzerland, you little son of a Bastard!" He snarled.
"Biff Tannen!?" Braedey was deeply horrified now.
"You got kicked out of another boarding school?" Biff groaned. "Dammit, Naomi! Do you know how much perfectly good dough I've blown on this no-good kid of yours?"
Naomi couldn't stand to see someone pushing around her son like that. She stormed up to him. "Why the hell do you care?! You forced us into your pleasure hell!" She stormed out of the room, Biff behind her as his thugs dragged Braedey along out into the penthouse. "You forced me and my daughter to work at this place, and you sold my son off to boarding school because you hate him! You could've just given him something or even a better life."
"Hold on." Biff put a hand up. "Let's get this straight. Braedey is your kid, not mine. All the world's money wouldn't do jack-crap to help that lazy bum!"
"You're one to talk, you hog!" Naomi snapped back.
"Look at him." Biff laughed, looking at Braedey who was looking around the penthouse. "He's a butthead, just like his old man."
Naomi turned and glared at Biff with Fury. "Don't you dare speak that way about James! You're not an inch of the man he is!" Biff didn't like that, and he slapped Naomi to the ground in response.
Braedey had it up to there. He now snapped. "I'm gonna kill you for that, Tannen!" He charged at Biff, only for two of his thugs to hold him back.
Bad idea. Braedey suddenly grabbed the two thugs by their heads and with a yell, he bashed their heads together, knocking them down like a tonne of bricks. The third thug pulled out a gun, only for Braedey to grab the man's wrist and bend it one way, making it snap loudly, the thug yelling out in pain and dropping his gun, only for Braedey to deliver a haymaker to the thug's jaw, knocking the man off his feet and he fell to the ground. Braedey turned to look at the first thug, who recovered from the impact, only for Braedey to grab the thug by the neck and crotch, lift him off the floor, and throw him at the second thug, knocking the two down again.
"Always the little hothead?" Biff snorted, Braedey turning and glaring at him. Biff walked up to the brunette with a smirk. "You wanna take a poke at me?"
"How about a punch?" Braedey suddenly delivered a swift gut punch, knocking Biff down, only for Braedey to kick Biff in the groin, making him grab his crotch and fall to his knees. Braedey ran over to Naomi, helping her up to her feet. "Are you alright?" He asked softly to Naomi.
"I will be." Naomi whimpered, then glared at Biff, he and his thugs slowly getting to their feet. "That's it, Biff! I'm leaving right here and now." With that, she began to walk off, Braedey watching in bewilderment.
"So go ahead." Biff scoffed. "But think about this, Naomi. Who's gonna pay for your clothes, huh? And your phone usage? Your residence? Who's gonna pay for your cosmetic surgery, Naomi?"
"My cosmetic surgery?" Naomi glared angrily, then she pointed to her ample chest and cleavage. "You were the one who forced me to get these... melons! If you want these back, you can have them." She glared.
"Look here, Naomi. You walk out that door, and I won't only cut off you, I'll cut off your kids!" Biff threatened at her.
Naomi stopped, turning at Biff. "You wouldn't dare..."
"Wouldn't I?" Biff taunted. "First, your daughter, Karen. I'll cancel all of her credit cards; she'll settle her debts with the bank herself, or she'll end up homeless and with nothing. And as for Braedey..." Biff towered over Naomi with a sinister smirk. "Maybe you'd like to have all your kids behind bars just like Josie's brother, Joey. One big happy jail-bird family." He added on.
Naomi kept a stern expression, then she sighed sadly. "Fine, Biff. You win. I'll stay..."
Biff pointed threateningly toward Braedey. "As for you, I'll be back up here in an hour, so you better not be."
"You come back up here in an hour, and I'll bust you up so bad, they'll have to call you Mr. Potato Head from now own." Braedey emphasised this with punching his fists together.
Biff glared then stormed out with his thugs. Braedey looked to Naomi as she walked down the stairs, almost falling over, but he caught her before that happened. Naomi hugged her son close to her, tears now forming in her eyes.
"I've tried to keep him away... but no matter what..." Naomi whimpered.
Braedey walked over to the couch nearby, he and Naomi sitting down on it. "Mom, take deep breaths. But I need to ask: what happened to you?" He asked her.
"Biff... that man ordered our home to be demolished, and he forced the family to work for him in this... place." Naomi gestured to all around them. "Either work here and you'll get a place to fall home, or be kicked to the curb and be made into criminals. So, we had no choice but to work for Tannen. Hell, even Josie was forced to marry that man, and on top of that, Samuel got shot in 1973, with Dave and Linda left to deal with either being on probation or dealing with heavy debt."
"So, where is Karen?" Braedey asked.
"She... she works at the casino and restaurant, just like I do." Naomi replied. "But each night, men would leer at us and even grope us." She shuddered in fear. "We would try and tell Biff about it, and yet, Biff demands our respect, regardless of our grievances."
"Respect?!" Braedey stood up in anger. "Her husband?! How could that Monster be Josie's husband? This doesn't make any sense!"
Naomi now looked puzzled at Braedey. "Honey, are you feeling alright?" She asked in concern.
"No! No, I'm not feeling alright!" Braedey yelled out in exasperation, then sat next to Naomi. "I don't understand what's going on here, and why nobody can give me a simple, straight answer."
"Oh, they must've hit you over the head hard this time." Naomi sighed.
Braedey now noticed something amiss. "Mom, I want to know one thing." He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. "Where's my little sister? Where's Jessie May Martin?" He asked.
"Braedey... Jessie, your little sister, she's in the same place she's been for last 5 years." Naomi replied, tears falling down her face, ruining her makeup as she sobbed sadly. "Oak Park Cemetery."
Thunder crashed and lightning flashed, Braedey with the look of terror dawning upon his face. He had to go to see if this was true.
At the old Oak Park Cemetery outside of town, Braedey sprinted through the old graveyard, looking in van and in desperation for his little sister's grave. He had to see if this horrible answer had to be true. He just hoped that it probably wasn't.
But then, he stumbled across one tombstone, and shone a light on it. His heart froze for a second as he felt his blood turn to ice when he saw what was on the tombstone. It reads:
{In Loving Memory Of}
Jessie May Martin
Born: March 17 2006
Died: March 15th 2009
Braedey slowly stumbled towards the tombstone, his legs now buckling with each step, tears slowly forming in his eyes as he looked at the slab of stone before him. He felt his body slaking in horror and terror of what he's seeing. He wasn't sure of what to do.
"No. No!" Braedey fell to his knees down in front of the gravestone. "This can't be happening!'March 15th 2009?!' She was barely 4 years old! She died the day before her birthday!" He now cried out in pain and loss. "No, oh please, God no! No, this can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be..." He then saw a shadow appear on the gravestone. Braedey turned around and saw James, Andrea, Orion, and Tyler walking up with Buster alongside them.
"I'm afraid it is happening, Braedey, all of it!" James called out.
"Dad?! Guys, is that you?" Braedey called, getting to his feet.
"When we learnt about what happened to your sister, we figured you'd come here." Orion called up, walking over to Braedey and gently patting his back. "I'm sorry about this, Braedey."
"This shouldn't have happened." Andrea muttered.
"Then you know what happened to him? You know what happened... on March 15th, 2009?" Braedey asked with a shaky voice, looking at the tombstone.
James turned his head to Braedey with a neutral expression. "Yes, Braedey. I know." He replied softly.
Just then, three flashes of light and loud thunderclaps erupted nearby the DeLorean, and there stood EVA. She looked over to the group of humans, and once she knew who they were, she stood to attention.
"What in the...?" Andrea muttered in surprise.
"EVA..." James realised in surprise.
"Dad, who is that?" Braedey muttered, wiping the tears from his face. He was then surprised when EVA walked up to him, producing a handkerchief in her hand. "Uh, thank you..." He picked up the piece of fabric to wipe his eyes clear.
"Let's get to the warehouse, I'll explain it there." James said to them.
Down at a warehouse, which had been boarded up and left abandoned, Braedey and the others had gathered up in the warehouse to discuss about what's happened to their home and their city of Hill Valley. James opened up a book. It was about the newspapers over the course of time. The first article they focused on the page is a headline – "Martin Girl Murdered: Young Toddler Shot Dead." It stood out to Braedey.
"We went to the public library to try and make sense out of all the madness." James explained to Braedey. "The place was boarded up, shut down, so I broke in and borrowed some newspapers."
"We even ran into Sheeva Silverback and Scorcher while we were out there. They were some kind of vigilante crime-fighter couple." Orion added in. "Scorcher was swinging a chain, using Sais, and firing a shotgun like he's Ghost Rider, especially when he looked the part with black leather, Sheeva sporting a black jacket and jeans and using a Glock and Ninjatō."
"They even fought against these "Mad Max"-like cars and their drivers called Valhalla Brothers." Andrea also added. "They were too focused on the enemy that they didn't even notice us, but I know they were fighting for the freedom of Hell Valley."
Braedey breathed a sigh, then turned to EVA, who stood by the DeLorean. "So, who is she?" He asked.
"Braedey, that is EVA, she is an android I built back in OUR 2015 timeline." James introduced to the teens. "She has a complicated and high-tech computer and A.I system that handles over a zillion functions."
"But, how did she get here?" Orion now asked. "If this is the case, why isn't she scrapped or something in this timeline or so?"
EVA looked to the teens. "I am built with a beyond indestructible metallic chassis and bodywork so I cannot rust or fade away." She explained. "And I have a built-in Flux Capacitor and time-circuits to allow me to travel through time in case of emergencies."
"Wow. That's something." Andrea commented in awe. "But why are you here?"
"Priority One: protect Braedey Martin and all those associated with him." EVA spoke monotonously, as if reviewing her systems. "Priority Two: attack all hostile threats."
"Makes sense." Orion shrugged.
Braedey then sighed sadly, looking at the newspaper. "I... I just don't get it, Dad. I mean, how can this be happening? It's like we're in a living hell or something."
"No, it's definitely Hill Valley, although I can't imagine hell being much worse!" James fumed in frustration.
Buster then whined sadly. Andrea looked over and walked up to him. "Oh, Buster. I'm sorry, boy. The lab is an awful mess!" She flipped over the dog bed and the Golden Retriever hopped in. "Attaboy." She smiled, gently patting the dog's head.
"What did happen?" Orion asked.
"Obviously, the time-space continuum has been disrupted, creating this new temporal event sequence, resulting in this alternate reality." James theorised aloud, although the teens didn't get it.
"Dad, speak English. We're not scientists." Braedey asked.
"Here, let me illustrate." James now finds a blackboard and stands it up. He picked up some chalk, and he drew a line. He then drew '2015' in the middle, 'future' on the right, and 'past' on the left. "Imagine that this line represents time... Here's the present, 2015, the future, and the past." He next pointed to the 2015, the teenagers looking to him. "Prior to this point in time, somewhere in the past, the timeline skewed into this tangent, creating an alternate 2015." James drew the tangent on the board and writes "2015A" on it. "Alternate to everyone here inside this warehouse, but reality to everyone else." James goes over to the DeLorean and gets a silver bag out. "Do you all recognise this?" He asked.
"That's the bag that the sports books came in from 2045." Andrea realised.
"Precisely." James nodded. "I know, because the receipt is still inside. I found them in the time machine, along with this!" He now holds up the top of Biff's 2045 cane, thunder and lighting crashing outside.
Braedey held the cane in shock. "It's the top of his cane. The cane of Biff Tannen from 2045."
"Correct! It was in the time machine because Biff was in the time machine - with the sports almanac." James stated with the most serious expression on his face.
Braedey now look thunderstruck. "Great Scott." He muttered out.
"Oh, no." Orion whispered almost silently, fear in his eyes.
"What? What does this mean?" Andrea asked.
Braedey over to the blackboard. "Andi, don't you realise it? While we were all in the future, Biff got the sports book, then stole the time machine, travelled back in time, and he gave the book to himself at some point in the past!" He pointed to the 'future', then he drew a line from 'future' to 'past' where the tangent skewed into 2015A.
Orion then got a newspaper copy of the Hill Valley Telegraph,"Hill Valley Man Wins Big At Races". Next to it is a picture of Biff. "It even says right here, Biff made his first million door betting on a horse race in 1988." He said.
"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!" James stated, then handed Tyler a small lenses. "Look in his pocket with a magnifying glass."
Braedey does so, and both he and Andrea now spotted the almanac stuffed in Biff's pocket. "The almanac." Andrea spoke out.
Tyler punched the table. "That son of a- He stole my idea! He must have been listening when I..." He stopped when he realised what had happened. "It's my fault. This whole disaster is my fault. If I hadn't bought that stupid book, none of this would have ever happened." He muttered.
James sighed. "Well, it's all in the past."
"Don't mean the future?" Andrea asked.
"It doesn't matter now!" Braedey yelled, walking over to the DeLorean. "What we have witnessed as of now is the clear and precise demonstration as to how time travel can be misused for the most dastardly of ways, and why the time machine must never be used again - after we straighten all of this out." He pointed to the blackboard.
"Braedey is right. We need to restore our timeline back to the way we remember it." Orion agreed. "Any ideas?"
"Well... why don't we go forward?" Andrea asked. "Yeah, we can go back to the future. We stop Biff from stealing the time machine." She offered.
"Your idea is illogical." EVA said bluntly, the others now looking to her. "The concept of such will not work."
"She's right." Braedey walked over. "We can't! Because, if we travel into the future from this point in time, it will be the future of this reality!" He emphasised this statement by underlining 2015A on the board. "In which Biff is beyond corrupt, and powerful, and married to Josie-"
"-and in which, this has happened to me!" James now showed the teens another newspaper. The headline says "James Martin Committed - Inventor Declared Legally Insane." Buster whined as Braedey took the paper. "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." He said to the teens.
Braedey now looked downright serious. "I'll ask him." He said, the others looking to him in surprise.
Meanwhile, at Pleasure Paradise, up on Biff's personal 27th Floor, "A Fistful of Dollar's" was playing on the TV in Biffy's suite. Clint Eastwood looked to the camera. The other guy shoots him, and Clint falls into some barrels. The other guy smiles, and fires again - he's out of bullets. Clint then gets up and reveals the bulletproof vest."
"Bulletproof vest!" Biff laughed as he squeezed the girls alongside him in the jacuzzi, and they laughed with him. "Great flick! Great frigging flick! The guy is brilliant!" The TV was then turned off and Biff turned around, as the girls screamed to see they were not alone. "Hey, what the Hell's going- HEY! What the Hell are you doing here?!" Biff demanded.
There stood Braedey with a stern expression on his face, Andrea alongside him. "Party's over, Tannen." Braedey threw the TV remote into the water. "Sorry for the intrusion, ladies." He said as the two teens walked up.
"Don't waste your time with this baboon." Andrea added in.
"How did you get past my security downstairs?" Biff demanded.
"That's need-to-know, and right now, you don't." Andrea spoke back, she and Braedey standing right in front of Biff.
"There's a little matter that we have to talk about. Right here, right now." Braedey stated.
"Yeah, money, right?" Biff groaned. "Well, forget it!"
"No, this isn't about money," Braedey shook his head and he hid his fear with Andrea. "We're here for one thing. Three words: Gray's Sports Alamanac."
Biff stayed quiet and the girls looked at the two with wonder and shock. He finally spoke up after brief suspenseful silence. "You heard them, girls..." he said seriously. "Party's over."
Later, Biff grabbed his robe and led the two teens into his office. "Start talking, kids." Biff glanced at the two of them. "What else do you know about that book?"
"We're asking the questions here, so you'd better answer them." Andrea replied, sharply.
"First off, you're gonna tell us how you got your hands on the almanac." Braedey stated, glaring at Biff. "How you got it, where you got it, and when you got it?"
"Alright, take a seat." Biff said, then noticed the kids didn't move at all. "SIT DOWN!" Braedey sat in a chair. Andrea looked around to look for a spot to sit, so she just knelt next to Braedey. "November 12th, 1985." Biff finally answered. "That's when."
"November 12th, 1985." Braedey's eyes widened. "That was the date-...of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm."
Biff went to his safe behind his picture. "You know your history, very good..." He opened it to take out a box where the almanac was hidden inside. "I'll never forget that Saturday. I'd just pick up my car from the shop, 'cuz I rolled it in a drag race a few days earlier."
"Funny. I thought you crashed into the back of a manure truck." Andrea recollected.
"How do you know about that?" Biff stared at her oddly.
Andrea paused, trying to come up with a good excuse. "Newspapers like to laugh it up, don't they?" Braedey spoke up for her.
"Yeah, right." Biff continued his story. "So, there I was, minding my own business, then this crazy old conger with a cane shows up. He says he's my distant relative, I don't see any resemblance. So he says: 'How'd you like to be rich?'. So I said: 'Sure'." Biff now opened the box and unlocked it to show the book to the teenagers. "So he lays this book on me, he says this book will tell me the outcome of every sporting event 'til the end of the century." Braedey and Andrea looked, wanting to swipe it. "All I have to do is bet on the winner," Biff went on again. "And I'll never lose. So I said, 'what's the catch?'. He says, 'no catch, just keep it a secret'. After that, he disappeared and I never saw him again." Biff took the book before Braedey or Andrea could get a hold of it and locked it back up.
Andrea now took one of the match boxes and decided to hang on to it. It might come in handy later.
"Oh, and he told me one more thing," Biff spoke up again. "He said, 'Someday, a crazy, wild-eyed man, or a couple of kids may show up asking about that book. And if that ever happens...'" Biff now held up his gun, scaring the teenagers, realising they were now done for. "Funny, I never thought it'd be you." He chuckled.
"Yeah, well, you're forgetting one thing." Braedey said in a calm voice, then he pointed to the corner of the room. "Buzz, look! An Alien!" He yelled, pulling a 'Toy Story' on Biff.
"Where?!" Biff turned to look over in that direction, aiming the gun that way.
That gave the opportunity for Braedey grab a plate with spikes on it, and threw it at Biff. The latter looked, then ducked in time before it could hit him. Braedey and Andrea both grab their hands, and they sprinted out of the office faster than before, Biff now getting up and began the fire his gun.
"You're dead, you little sons of-!" Biff shouted as he fired another shot at them, the two diving behind the couch and missed getting hit.
Braedey and Andrea sprinted up the stairs, dodging bullet fire, as they left the penthouse. They made it out okay, but when they got to the elevator, it opened to show Biff's thugs from earlier. The thugs ran after them and the two of them quickly headed for the staircases for another escape route. Braedey stopped and had a smart plan with the stairs, and the two teens got out of there, the thugs running down the stairs, thinking they went down all the way. The two soon made their way up to the roof, but as they did, they saw they were well over a hundred feet up. Andrea looked frightened at the long way down and Braedey consoled her to calm her down.
"Go ahead, kids, jump!" Biff laughed with his gun, the two teens looking at him. "Two suicides will be nice and neat!"
"What if we don't?" Andrea challenged.
"Lead poisoning." Biff held his gun with victory.
"What about the police, Tannen?" Braedey asked. "They're gonna match up the bullets with that gun! And after that, you're dead!"
"Kid, I OWN the police!" Biff now had a sickening grin. "Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed that little brat of a sister of yours."
Braedey was not pleased to hear that. Correction: he was furious! Andrea was also shocked but also angered, but since Jessie was Braedey's little sister, Braedey was the most distraught. "You backstabbing, drunken-ass-baboon, son of a-"
Biff cocked the gun to cut him off. "I guess its poetic justice. Two Martins with the same gun, and an innocent bystander to go with it!" He smirked.
Braedey and Andrea both stepped up and got on the ledge. Andrea whimpered and grabbed tighter onto Braedey. The wind slowly curled around them.
"Jump." Braedey whispered.
"What!?" Andrea squealed.
"Just trust me?"
Andrea looked into Braedey's eyes and she nodded. Braedey and Andrea looked back at Biff one time and stepped back to jump off the building!
Biff looked surprised and gave a new scoffs of surprise. Did those two really just commit suicide right before him? He walked towards the ledge to see what had happened. But then, he saw Braedey and Andrea standing there, almost like they're hovering in the air.
"What the Hell?" Biff blurted out. He wondered how it was possible, but then, he got knocked out cold by the flying DeLorean door and he dropped his gun.
"Knock, knock." Tyler called, since he had opened the door in Biff's face.
"In your face." Orion laughed.
"Nice shot, Tyler!" Braedey cheered, then he and Andrea climbed into the DeLorean. "Dad, you're not gonna believe this. We gotta go back to 1985!"
"I don't believe it!" James said.
Braedey and Andrea shut the doors, and James flew the DeLorean away from the high rise of Biff's, heading off on their mission to restore their timeline. Down on the ground, EVA watched them fly away, then could hear gunfire and explosions. She immediately entered her Attack Mode: optics bright red and an energy sword in hand.
"Priority One: protect Braedey Martin and all those associated with him." EVA spoke monotonously. "Priority Two: attack all hostile threats." With that, she launched ahead at supersonic speed, fulfilled to complete her mission.
Later, the teens were discussing what happened and ran their plans by James and the other two, as he set the time circuits to go back to 1985.
"That's right, Dad. November 12th, 1985." Braedey finished.
"Unbelievable that Old Biff could've chosen that particular date." James was surprised to say the least by hearing what destination time was used.
"Well, you know how Biff can be." Andrea added.
"I mean that, that in that point in time, it inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance." James said with seriousness. "Almost as if it were the temporal junction for the entire time space continuum. On the other hand, it could have just been an amazing coincidence."
"I just hope it's a coincidence." Tyler noted.
Just then, the time circuits began to beep, almost like they were glitching, with the date JAN/1/1885 12:00AM appearing on the destination time every now and then.
"Damn!" James now knocked on the machine three times to fix it, now getting OCT/25/1985 date back on the screen. "Got to fix that thing. Alright, time circuits on." He said, flipping switches.
"We're going now, guys." Tyler told her friend.
"Now? Time circuits on?" Braedey now spoke with panic. "Dad, we're not going back now!"
"Yep." James told him.
"But Dad, what about Jasmine? What about Buster? We just can't leave them here!" Braedey pleaded.
"Braedey, it'll be alright." Orion reassured to him. "They'll be fine."
"Don't worry, Braedey." James calmly replied. "Assuming we succeed in our mission, this alternate 2015 will be changed back into our real 2015, instantaneously transforming around Jasmine and Buster. Jasmine and Buster will be fine, and they will absolutely have no memory of this horrible place."
"Okay." Braedey gulped. "But that... What if we don't succeed in our mission?"
James now looked very serious. "We MUST succeed."
The DeLorean spoke hit 88 miles per hour per the usual, and it landed behind the familiar new housing billboard like before. It was indeed a déjà vu moment for everyone.
"1985 again, 1985 again, jiggidy jig." Andrea said as she got out.
"This is total déjà vu right now." Orion added in.
"This is crazy, Dad." Braedey said, he and James getting out of the car as well. "I mean, it's like we were here just yesterday."
"You were here, yesterday, you were." James agreed with him. "Amazing, isn't it? Alright, sunrise should be in about 20 minutes. Braedey and Andrea, you two go into town, track down Young Biff and tail him. Sometime today, Old Biff will show up to give Young Biff the almanac. Above all, you must not interfere with that event."
"So, if he gives younger Biff the almanac, we couldn't just snatch it?" Andrea asked.
"No." James told her. "We must let Old Biff believe he's succeeded, so that he'll leave 1985 and bring the DeLorean back to the future."
"Right." Braedey nodded.
"Once Old Biff is gone, grab the almanac anyway that you can. Remember, all of our futures depend on this." James said to them
"You don't have to remind us of that, James." Andrea shuddered.
"Here's some binoculars and a walkie-talkie so we can keep in contact." James handed them the devices. "I'll stay here with Tyler and Orion to try and repair the short in the time circuit. That way, we don't risk anyone else stealing the time machine, and we won't accidentally risk into your other selves."
"Other selves?" The quartet wondered.
"Yes." James explained to them. "There are now two of you all here. Remember the lightning bolt at the clock tower?"
"Yeah." The teens replied.
"That event doesn't happen until tonight, you must above all be very careful not to run into your other selves, even if your other selves are right in front of you. Let me give you two some money." James now took out some money from a case and handed them some bills. "I have been prepared for all monetary possibilities. Get yourselves some 80's clothes."
"Check-check, Dad." Braedey saluted, taking his money. With that, he headed off with Andrea towards Hill Valley at once before the sun rises.
"Something inconspicuous!" James yelled out as they were on their way.