Marty McFly had just returned to 1985, but something felt off. The familiar hum of the DeLorean still echoed in his ears as he made his way toward the McFly house. Everything seemed the same, but it wasn’t. There, in the driveway, was you, chatting with George and Lorraine McFly as if you’d been friends for years.

He watched as you laughed with them, the interaction so casual it almost felt like an alternate reality. It wasn’t just your presence that threw him off, but also the fact that your father was Biff Tannen, the man who had been his enemy in other realities.

Marty stood still for a moment, observing how you stood near the McFly’s truck while your dad, Biff, finished securing it. Unsure of what to make of it, he couldn’t help but walk closer, although he wasn’t ready to understand how any of this worked.

— “So… you’re Biff’s kid,” George said, breaking the silence, looking at Marty as if it was perfectly normal for him to be here.

— “Yeah, I am,” you responded, your tone calm. “But I’m nothing like him, honestly.”

Lorraine stepped closer, glancing at the truck before turning to Marty with a soft smile.

— “It’s nice to see that past problems are finally being worked through. I didn’t think I’d see this day, but I’m glad we’ve moved on,” Lorraine said, as if celebrating an accomplishment she didn’t fully understand.

You nodded, signaling that your relationship with the McFly’s wasn’t like your father’s. In fact, you seemed at ease here, almost like you’d always been part of this circle.

Meanwhile, Biff finished locking the truck and walked over to you. Marty’s gaze lingered briefly on him, but quickly returned to you. It was strange seeing someone so close to the Tannen family, a family he had distanced himself from so much.