(Two hours later…)
When the siblings woke up, they found themselves laying on a bed in a dark room. The only ambient light was from a window. Marty lets out a groan and stirs around as a female hand places a cold compress on his head.
Ally felt dizzy from the blow to her head and she moaned, grimacing at the aching pain in her head. They both see a woman that looked like their mother.
"Mom? Mom, is that you?" Marty said with a groan. "Just relax, Marty. Both you and Ally have been asleep for two hours now," Lorraine assures her kids. Ally moaned and said, "God, Mom. We had a horrible nightmare… It was terrible," Her voice was a bit scratchy from screaming earlier.
"Well, both of you are safe and sound now. Back on the good ol' 27th floor," Lorraine says. Ally and Marty suddenly open their eyes, fully awake now. "27th floor?!" they both said at the same time. The light turns on and they both look over at their mother, who looked much different than before.
They both jumped up in horror when they laid their eyes on her. She sits down beside them, looking like Tammy Bakker. She had a ridiculous wig on, lots of jewels, and wore an expensive, glittering gown, low cut to emphasize her cleavage. she had breast implants that gave her a very ample bust.
"Mom? Is that you?" Ally exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Well, yes, it's me, Ally. Are you and Marty alright?" Lorraine replied. Marty was still in shock and couldn't find the right words to say. "Um… Yeah, we're fine. It's just that you're so… so… big," Ally wanted so badly to smack her brother on the head for even saying that.
"Everything's gonna be fine, Marty. Are you two hungry? I can call room service," Lorraine suggested, reaching for a phone that was by the bed. Marty and Ally glance at each other and breathed heavily. "Room service?" Marty says.
"Lorraine!" a familiar voice bellowed from outside of the door. Lorraine freezes and spins around to face the door, dropping the phone. "Oh my God, it's your father!" she gasped. Ally and Marty look towards the door.
"Excuse me, our what?!" Ally stammered in shock. Then, the french doors burst open and Biff walks inside with his three friends behind him. He's dressed in a silk suit with showy jewelry and chains. He glared at the two siblings.
"You're supposed to be in Switzerland, you little son of a bitch!" Biff shouted, pointing at Marty. Ally felt like she was going to throw up. There was no way that Biff was their father, no way. "And you! You're not supposed to be here either, you little bitch!"
"Our father!" Marty shouted eyes widening in shock. "Did you two get kicked out of another boarding school?!" Biff shouted in exasperation, "Dammit, Lorraine! Do you know how much perfectly good dough I've spent on these no-good kids of yours, huh? On all four of them?"
Lorraine glares at Biff as she pours some liquor in a small glass. She gets up and storms passed him. "What the hell do you care?! We can afford it!" she screeched, walking out of the room, "The least we can do with all that money is provide a better life for our children," She almost trips on her way out.
Marty and Ally walk out of the bedroom. Marty didn't feel right about this so he kept his sister behind him in case Biff tried anything. Biff follows Lorraine out of the bedroom.
"Oh, hold on one second! Let's get this straight! Marty and Ally are your kids, not mine, and all that money wouldn't do jack shit for that lazy bum and little bitch!" Biff spat back, holding up a finger.
"Stop it, Biff! Just stop it!" Lorraine shouted, leaning against the bar where all the alcohol was being held. "Just look at them, they're buttheads like their old man was," Biff laughed, looking back at the dumbfounded siblings. Lorraine spins around, her eyes lit with rage.
"Don't you dare speak that way about George! You're not even half the man he was!" she shouted, walking up to him. Biff didn't like her confidence and shoved her to the floor. Marty and Ally watched this happen and were furious.
"You bastard!" Ally shouted, charging at him to punch him in the face. But she was immediately caught by 3-D with his arm around her neck. She immediately struggled to get loose.
Marty runs to help her but Match and Skinhead hold him back by his arms. They glanced down at their mother, who was groaning from the pain after Biff had laid his hand on her. Biff struts over to Ally, who glared at him coldly.
"You were always the little hothead, huh? Go ahead and take a swing at me. You don't get the guts," Biff taunted. "Go to hell!" she spat, using her foot to kick him in the leg as hard as she could.
Biff yelled out in pain for a moment before slapping the girl across the face, knocking her to the floor on her hands and knees. "You son of a bitch! Leave her alone!" Marty shouted, struggling even harder at seeing his sister getting hurt.
"C'mon, get up. Get up, you little bitch!" Biff scowled, kicking her into her stomach, making her cry out in pain. That would surely leave a bruise. Ally was not giving into submission. She suddenly spits in his face, hitting him in the eye.
He jumped from the spit in his eye with a growl. After wiping his eye, he picked her up by the jacket and throws her aside, making her hit her head. She let out a scream of pain. "You son of a bitch!" Marty shouted, breaking free of the restraints and charging at Biff.
However, Marty was instantly knocked down by a punch to the stomach, instantly knocking him down to his knees. His cry of pain hit Ally's ears, which were ringing. "Dammit, Biff! That's it, I'm leaving!" Lorraine swore, getting to her feet.
"Oh, ho! So go ahead!" Biff laughs, following their mother to the spiral stairs. Lorraine starts climbing up them. "But think about this, Lorraine! Who's gonna pay for all your clothes, huh? And your jewelry and your liquor? Who's going to pay for your cosmetic surgery, huh?!" Biff said, practically manipulating his wife into staying.
Lorraine turns around towards the banister. "You were the one who wanted me to get these- these things!" Lorraine shouted, pointing to her breasts, "If you want them back, you can have them," "Look, you walk out that door, I'll not only cut you off, but I'll cut off your kids too!" Biff shouted, pointing a finger at her.
That threat alone was enough to make Lorraine spin back around and run to the banister again, a look of hesitation on her face. "You wouldn't!" she exclaimed.
Ally's stomach throbbed from being kicked, so she held it with her right arm. Marty saw her struggling to stand so he helps her to her feet by her arms. "You okay?" he whispers, more concerned for her than for himself.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, Marty," Ally says, slightly hunched over. They paid attention to what Biff was doing to their mother. They couldn't believe that he was practically brainwashing her and mentally abusing her to get her to stay.
He said that David's parole would get revoked, Linda's credit cards would get canceled, then he said he'd have both Marty and Ally put in jail like their Uncle Joey. As Biff describes it, a one big happy jailbird family. That was enough to get her to change her mind about leaving.
Biff heads for the door before turning towards the siblings. "As for you two, I'll be back up here in an hour, so you better not be!" he growled, storming out of the door with his friends following him.
Lorraine stumbles down the stairs and walks to the bar, liquor glass in her hand. "He was right, and I was wrong," she says. Marty's head snaps at her. "Mom, what're you saying?! Why're you defending him?" Marty shouted, waving an arm towards the stairs.
Lorraine sits down at the bar and gets another drink. "I had it coming. He's my husband, and he takes care of us. And he deserves our respect," Lorraine said. It was Ally's turn to shout. "Deserves our respect?! After what he did to you, Marty, and I?!" Ally shouted, walking back towards the stairs, eyes widened in confusion.
"How can that bastard be your husband?! How can you leave dad for him?!" Ally shouts, rubbing her face with both hands. She and Marty were at a loss for words at how this even happened in the first place.
"Leave Dad? Ally, are you and Marty feeling okay?" Lorraine asks her daughter. "No! No, we're not feeling alright, mom! Neither one of us understand one damn thing that's happening around here and why nobody can give us a simple straight answer!" Ally shouts as she plops down next to her mother.
"Oh, they must've hit both of you hard on the head this time," Lorraine says, running her fingers through Ally's locks. Marty sits down next to them, trying to keep himself calm. "Mom, we just want to know one thing," Marty says, holding their mother's hand, "Where's our father? George Mcfly?"
Lorraine looked hurt and shook her head at her kids. "Marty, Ally, your father is in the same place he's been in for the last 12 years. Oak Park Cemetery," she replies.
Ally froze in place, going pale. She stood up and gripped her hair. "No… No, you're not serious!" she cried, starting to tear up. Lorraine sets her drink down on the bar and walks to her daughter. "It's alright, Ally," she said, enveloping her in a hug.
"No! It's not alright, mom!" Ally cried, pulling away from her mother. Her heart started to race and her hands shook. There's no way that their father is dead. No way in hell.
"Ally, what's wrong?" Marty said, walking up to his sister. The news also sent him in a state of shock and horror, but he needed to be there to help his sister from her panic attack. Ally nearly lost her balance and used one of the couches to help her stand.
Ally hardly ever cried, but when she did, it was always for something serious. Marty helped her stand up and pulled her into a hug, holding her in his arms. Ally bursts into tears onto Marty's shoulder while he silently cried too.
Lorraine was confused as to why her kids were getting emotional over something that happened 12 years ago. They didn't even have to look at her to notice.
The siblings leave the casino after pulling themselves together. They had to know if what their mother was saying was true. It was windy while they made their way to the graveyard.
Wind whips through the twisted dead trees, casting spooky moonlit shadows across the gravestones. Marty and Ally run wildly through the graveyard, looking at the stones. It took a bit of searching but they found their father's gravestone.
Ally reads it in horror, feeling tears fill her eyes again. "Oh my god… no! 'In l-loving memory of George Douglas McFly, Born April 1st, 1938, Died March 15th, 1973!' No!" she sobbed, falling to her knees.
Marty held a flashlight up to the gravestone and felt his whole body shake. "No! This can't be happening! Oh, please God, no!" he sobbed, shaking horribly. "No, please! God, no this can't be happening! This can't be!" Ally shouted emotionally, grabbing onto her brother.
A shadow falls on them, a human shadow. They turn around with wide eyes and a gasp. It was Doc and Einstein, the Delorean illuminating the darkness thanks to its headlights.
"I'm afraid it is happening, Marty and Ally! All of it!" Doc shouted over the wind. "Doc!" Marty says, standing up. Ally shakily gets to her feet. "After learning about your father, I figured the both of you would come here," Doc says, coming forward.
"Then, you know what happened to him, right? On March 15, 1973?" Ally asked in desperation, hoping to get an answer. "Yes, I do, Allison," Doc replied to her.