Later that night, it was time for the Mcfly twins to go to the dance. They were all dressed up in the formal outfits that they chose for the night. As expected, there was thunder rumbling in the sky, indicating that the storm was on its way so there was no time to waste for the twins.

Doc had latched the Delorean to the back of his car, keeping it covered up with a tarp to avoid suspicion to the town's locals. He had parked the car in front of the clock tower in the spot where the finishing point was. Doc got out of the car and looked up at the black sky above them, not seeing any signs of a storm.

"You two sure about this storm?" he asked. Marty and Ally get out of the car, dressed up in their outfits for the dance. "Yeah, it should. That's what the flyer said," Marty said, glancing upwards while smoothing his suit down. "We're not going to get ourselves killed during this, Doc," Ally agreed as she walked around the car.

Marty knew how much of a tomboy Ally was, so he didn't ask about her formal attire. Doc walked to the back where the Delorean was with a sad smile when he looked at the twins, thinking of the week that they all had together. "It's gonna be sad to see the two of you go. This week has really made a difference to my life. Knowing that I'm going to succeed in this! I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time!" he exclaimed as he uncovered the Delorean partly to look at it.

The twins didn't say anything back, feeling silently upset because they knew that Doc would meet his fate in their timeline. "Although, it's gonna be hard to wait 30 years before I can tell you two about what's happened this entire week. I'm really gonna miss you two," Doc said to them, looking at them sadly.

They reciprocated that same sad look when they glanced up at the scientist. "We will too, Doc. Believe us," Ally said with a nod. They figured that it would be the right time to tell him what his future was going to be. So Marty spoke up for both him and Ally. "Doc, listen, about the future, you get-" he started while he was looking for something in his car.

Doc quickly came out of the car with a pair of pliers in his right hand. "No! Marty! We've already agreed that giving out information about the future is dangerous! Even if the intentions you two have are good, it could backfire drastically! Look, whatever it is, I will find out with the natural course of time," he scolded at first but his voice got softer when he finished talking.

They understood what he meant, but at this time, they had to warn him about what was going to happen. There was only one way they could do it, so they went over to Lou's cafe. Of course, they got something while they were there that they could eat before they had to go.

They also asked for a pen and a sheet of paper that they could use. Marty and Ally compromised on how to put their warning on the paper. While Marty wrote the words down, Ally read each word out loud. It said, 'Dear Doc Brown, the night that we go back to the future, you'll be shot by terrorists. Take whatever actions you can to prevent this horrible disaster. Your friends, Marty and Ally,'

After Marty finished writing the note, he folded it and taped it shut. He then wrote the words, 'DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 1985,' in bold letters. "You think he'll listen to what the letter says, Marty?" Ally asked him, sounding a bit worried. Marty sighed and he leaned back in the booth that they sat in. "I hope he does, Ally. It's our last attempt to tell him what's gonna happen," he replied.

Afterwards, they paid for what they ate before they left the cafe. Doc was standing on a ladder in front of a wire that he was working on. A passing cop happened to notice this and he approached him with a baton in his hands. "Evening, Doctor Brown. What're you working on there?" the cop asked him.

"Oh, just a little weather experiment," Doc replied with a shrug. He didn't want to make it too obvious of what he was really doing. The cop turned to the covered Delorean and tried to look under the tarp. "What's under here?" he asked. Doc quickly reacted and he turned to face the cop, holding the pliers out in front of him.
"No, don't touch that! It's some new weather sensing equipment!" he quickly exclaimed, getting the cops attention. "You got a permit for that?" he asked him, motioning his baton towards the car. Doc waited a second before he descended the ladder. "Of course I do," he told him.

Marty and Ally were walking over to where his jacket was, which sat on the front of the Delorean. They made sure Doc wasn't looking before slipping the note into his jacket before they took Doc's car to the dance to put their plans into action.

X*

Just like they planned it out, George was going to meet Marty in the gym parking lot to defend Lorraine from him. But the time was only 8:00, so they had time before George had to do it. Ally was awkwardly dancing with George while the hired band called, 'Marvin Berry and The Starlighters,' were playing in the background.

X*

Meanwhile, Marty drove up to the school with Lorraine in the driver's seat. He found a place to park at the end of the parking lot and he turned the car off. He had a tight knot in his stomach when he turned the car off. "Um, do you mind if we… park here for a while?" he nervously asked her, already starting to sweat under his suit.

"Not at all. I love to park," Lorraine said, smiling at him. He quickly glanced at her when she said that. "Huh?!" he exclaimed while he looked at her. She smiled bigger at him, which made him feel more nervous. "Marty, I'm almost 18. It's like I've never parked before," she replied. "What…?" he asked breathlessly.

When he looked out of the window to gather his thoughts, Lorraine had pulled out a small flask filled with liquor and she started to drink it. Marty quickly turned and saw her doing this. He didn't hesitate to take the bottle from her, making her spill some of it on the car floor. "Lorraine, what're you doing!?" he exclaimed as he grabbed it from her.

She started to laugh drunkenly when he took the flask from her. "I swiped that from the old lady's liquor cabinet," she told him. Marty looked at the flask, feeling that was still full of alcohol. He remembered when she was a drinker in 1985, it ruined her life. This was Marty's opportunity to break that cycle.

"Well… you shouldn't drink," he told her, still holding the flask. "Why not?" Lorraine snapped, slightly glaring at him. "Well, you might regret it… later in life,' he told her. Lorraine furrowed her brows when he said this. It was as if he had offended her by suggesting that she stop drinking. "Don't be such a square, Marty. Anybody who's anybody drinks," she said with a head shake.

Marty sighed and took a drink of the liquor, spitting it out quickly when he saw her smoking. "Jeez, you smoke too!?" he exclaimed, coughing loudly. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Lorraine rolled her eyes when he scolded her about that. "You're starting to sound like my mother, Marty," she grumbled, getting Marty to look at her with wide eyes.

"The day I have kids, I'm gonna let them do whatever they want," she said. Marty rubbed the back of his head, frantically looking around as if he was searching for something. "Yeah, I'd like to have that in writing," he whispered, starting to sweat from how nervous he was getting. He didn't want to hurt his own mother like this - even if it was apart of the plan.

From inside of the gym, the band was still playing. However, Marvin Berry turned to his band and gave them the signal to stop playing. When they stopped playing, Marvin turned to the crowd and announced, "We're gonna take a break but we'll be back in a while, so don't nobody go nowhere,"

And with that, the patrons were talking amongst themselves. George was drinking something while Ally was leaning back against the table. When she glanced up at the clock, she looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time for George to do his part. "Okay, George, I'm gonna go check on Marty's progress," she told George. "Okay. I hope I can do this," George said nervously.

"You can, George. You got this. Now don't come out until five minutes before nine," Ally said to him, getting ready to leave. "Okay!" George replied back, keeping an eye on the time.

X*

Meanwhile outside, Lorraine had removed her coat and put it in the back of the car. Marty was sweating even more, rubbing the back of his neck. Lorraine noticed this and her eyes narrowed in concern. "Marty? Why are you so nervous?" she asked him.

"Um… yeah, I guess. Lorraine, I gotta ask, have you ever been in a situation where… you needed to act a certain way but you didn't know if you could go through with it or not?" he asked her, his palms sweating. "Oh, you mean like out on a date?" she asked him. "Yeah, sort of," he nodded.

She started to get closer to him, forcing him to scoot away from her. "You want to know what I do? I don't worry…" she said before she kissed him. This caused him to squirm around in shock while he exclaimed, but his voice was muffled.

Ally jogged out of the school to check on Marty's progress. However, after she walked down the steps that led down to the parking lot, she saw a peculiar sight taking place inside Doc's car. "What the hell? Oh, Marty, you're not-!" she whispered, seeing her mother and brother kissing inside the car. She could tell that it wasn't consensual, but Ally still felt like she wanted to throw up.

She had been caught up by this investigation that she failed to hear Biff's goons coming up behind her. A hand covered her mouth and she was grabbed from behind. Instantly, she started to fight to break free of her assailant. "Well, lookie here! Found the girl that wrecked your car, Biff! Now she's spying on her own brother," Match laughed, a cigar hanging out of his mouth.

Ally bit down on Match's hand as hard as she could to get him to release her. The bite was strong enough to make his hand bleed. "OW! That bitch bit me!" he shouted, shaking the hand Ally bit down on. Ally was able to escape but only for a split second. She was immediately caught by 3-D, who wrapped his arm around her neck to immobilize her.

"You're not going anywhere, you little bitch," Biff snarled, stepping into her view. Ally glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred for him. "I was considering giving you the beating for my car, but I might give it to that son of a bitch brother of yours," Biff declared, starting to walk over to Doc's car.

"Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!" Ally spat at him, fury in her eyes. Biff turned his attention back to Ally and he threw a heavy right hook to her abdomen, causing her to double in pain with a loud groan, making 3-D drop her to the ground. Her legs suddenly felt like noodles and she dropped to her knees, wrapping an arm around her stomach as it throbbed. She gasped for air.

"Bitches stay down," Biff scowled, kicking her very aggressively in the ribs and abdomen again. "AGH-OW!" she yelped, falling to the ground. It hurt a lot. Biff then goes over to Doc's car and pulls the driver's side door open forcefully. He grabbed Marty by the front of his suit and yanked him out, pinning him against the Packard, stunning him.

"That sister of yours cost 300 damage to my car, you son of a bitch! And I'm gonna take it out of your ass!" Biff scowled at him, his eyes bulging out of his head, it was as if he detested Marty with every fiber of his being. Marty's eyes drifted to Ally, who was still on the ground in pain. "What did you do to her?" Marty said, anger filling him.

"You don't need to know," Biff spat, throwing Marty over to Match and 3-D, "Hold him," Lorraine saw what was happening and she leaned out of the Packard. "Let them go, Biff! You're drunk!" she confronted him.

Biff's attention was now turned towards Lorraine; Her breasts were visible to him. "Well, lookie what we have here," he chuckled. Lorraine looked down for a minute and tried to scoot herself back in the car. "No, no, no! You're staying right here with me!" Biff chortled, crawling in the car after her. "Leave her alone, you bastard!" Marty shouted, struggling to get loose.

Ally was forced to her feet by Biff's third friend, making her cry out in pain from her throbbing stomach. "Don't touch her, you son of a bitch!" Marty exclaimed, becoming pissed now. Biff, nor his goons, listened to them. "Take them around back! I'll be there in a minute!" Biff ordered, pointing to the back of the school gym, "Go on! This ain't no peep show!" Biff then closed the car door.

Marty and Ally were dragged to the back of the school. "Take her over there. We'll deal with him," Match said to the goon that held Ally. "All right," he said, starting to drag Ally away from her brother. "No! Let me go!" Ally exclaimed, fighting as hard as she could.

Marty struggled hard to break free to help his sister, but he was thrown in the trunk of a car that was parked in the back. Ally was fighting relentlessly to break free from Skinhead, the fourth member in Biff's band of obedient puppies. She was thrown into a utility closet that was inside the gym, completely out of sight of all the dancers' occupants.

"No! Let me out of here, you bastard!" Ally shouted when Skinhead shut the door. He put a chair against the doorknob to keep her inside. It didn't take long for Ally to start freaking out inside the closet. She had a bad case of claustrophobia, which would cause her to have a panic attack if she was unable to escape.

Unlike being in a car, where she could see outside, being in a room with no windows, especially a small room would cause a panic attack. "Let me out! Let me out!" she shouted, pounding her fists at the door. Her heartbeat was speeding out of control and she started to sweat in fear. "I can't breathe!" she gasped, feeling her throat closing up. The room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller to her. She needed to get the hell out of that closet and fast, her chest was beginning to ache painfully.

X*

The other two had carried Marty to the trunk of a car that was parked in the back of the gym. "Let's throw him in there!" one shouted. They brought him over and they tossed him into the trunk, making him land on a bunch of objects that were inside the trunk. "That's for messing up my hair!" 3-D shouted, shutting the trunk on Marty before he could get out.

Then, the owner of the car appeared and he stared the two teens down. "What the hell are you doing to my car?!" he shouted at them. "Hey, beat it, Spook! This don't concern you!" 3-D shouted. After he said that, the other members of the band came out of the car, each holding lit cigars in their fingers. Smoke was floating out of the car.

They stared at the two teens with a look of contempt on their faces. "Who're you calling 'Spook', Peckerwood?" Marvin scowled at him. They instantly got scared when they saw them coming over and cowered down a bit. "Hey, hey, guys. Look, we don't want to mess with any reefer addicts," 3-D muttered. They started to run away, but not without being slapped by Marvin over the head. "Get on home to your mama, boy!"

They started shouting for Biff, but it fell on deaf ears. "Yo, let me out of here! Yo!" Marty shouted from inside the trunk, but his voice was muffled. They started to look around for the driver's car keys. "Hey, where are your keys, man?" Marvin asked, but the driver didn't have them on him.

"The keys are in the trunk!" Marty shouted to them. They heard Marty talking from inside the trunk and they leaned closer to the trunk so they could hear him better. "Say that one more time?" Marvin asked. "I said the keys are in here!" Marty repeated himself, sounding more louder.