Back To The Future, Part II

Marty got up cautiously to peek over the top of the seat.

‘Someday, a kid or a weird-looking old man -’ Old Biffs voice faded as the two of them disappeared around the corner.

Marty waited a minute. Once they were away from the garage, he would get out of the car and follow them.

Young Biff stepped back in front of the doorway. Marty ducked down. He heard a creaking sound, like old hinges complaining. It was getting much darker in here.

Marty risked another look. Biff was closing the garage doors! The two doors slammed together as Marty lifted his head to watch, followed -immediately - by a heavy click.

Marty didn’t like the sound of that click.

He got out of the car and moved to the doors. He tried to tug them open, but they wouldn’t budge. He pulled harder, hoping they were stuck, but they didn’t move at all. They weren’t stuck. Biff had locked them. That click meant there was a padlock on the other side.

He looked around the garage. The windows were tiny. They let in hardly any light at ail, and they were too small for even a child to get through. Marty was trapped in here!

And it was worse than that. Not only had Old Biff given his younger self the book, he had warned the teenager of the book’s true importance. What if the young Biff did go out and get a safe - how could Doc and Marty get the book back then? And the longer Biff was left alone with the book, the more chance he had to use it. Once Biff started to win, did that mean part - or all - of that terrible, Biff-controlled future might be inevitable?

Marty had to stop that from happening at almost any cost, not just for his family and friends, but all of Hill Valley.

There was only one thing left to do. He pulled the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket and pressed the talk button.

‘Doc!’ he spoke softly but clearly, in case either of the Biffs were still around.

The speaker on Marty’s box crackled with a burst of static. ‘Marty!’ Doc’s voice came through a second later. ‘What’s the report?’

‘Biff has the book, the old man is gone, and I’m locked in Biffs garage!’ Marty replied succinctly.

‘Great Scott!’ Doc answered.

‘You’ve got to come and get me out!’ Marty insisted. He dug in his pocket, and retrieved the piece of paper where he had written down Biffs address when he got it from the phone book. ‘The address is 2311 Mason Street.’

‘Mason Street?’ Doc protested. ‘But that’s way over on the other side of town! I can’t drive the DeLorean there in the daylight! ’

And Biff would get away with the sports book.

‘Then walk, run, just get here any way you can. Doc!’

‘All right, Marty!’ Doc replied. ‘I’m comming.

Marty just hoped Doc would get here in time.

Chapter Sixteen

Marty paced back and forth like a caged anlmul. flu had been locked in this garage for hours. It had got!an dark outside while he waited. What could be taking Doc so long?

Someone banged on the outside of the garage door.

‘Doc?’ Marty called softly.

But the voice that answered wasn’t Doc's.

‘Who’s in there?’ Biff demanded angrily.

Jeez, now Marty had done it. He heard Biff unlock the padlock. Marty looked around the garage. Messy as it was, there was no place to hide in here. No place, that is, except for the floor of the back seat of the convertible.

Marty jumped in the back of the car just as Biff opened the door. He caught a glimpse of the other teen as he ducked out of sight. Biff had changed clothes. He now wore a black shirt, white tie and gray jacket, clothes that looked somehow familiar. Of course! Marty remembered. It was the night of the ‘Enchantment Under the Sea' dance.

‘Is somebody in here?’ Biff yelled. Marty could hear his footsteps on the concrete floor.