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humiliating time. ‘Anybody home?' He waved his cane at the boy. ‘Whaddya think, Griff just calls me Grandpa for his health?’
    Oh, shit. Marty looked over at the teenage-Biff look alike.
    ‘He’s Griff?’ he whispered. The Griff that he had to face up to, to save his son? Doc Brown hadn’t warned him that the future would be this bad!
    Griff elbowed Marty out of the way to glower down at Biff.
    ‘Gramps ’ he muttered darkly as he pointed toward the door,‘nuke the bab-sesh and get out of here 'orrita! What the hell am I paying you for?’
    He turned and looked at Marty, with a gaze that held no kindness, no humour, no mercy - only contempt that something as low as a McFly should sully the face of the earth.
    ’And McFly- ’ He pointed a pudgy finger at Marty’s chest. 'Don’t go anywhere. You’re next!’
    Marty got the strangest sense that this had all happened before. He remembered how, back in 1955, Biff used to rap his father George's head with his knuckles as he yelled 'Hello? Anybody home?’ ]ust like Biff had rapped on Marty's head with his knuckle-headed cane! And Biff's attitude back in 1955 was almost exactly like his grandson's, here in the future. Apparently, when you were a teenager in Hill Valley, you either did what a Tannen said, or you paid. Marty might be standing here in 2015, but it was just like the past, all over again!
    Biff waved in Marty's direction as the two of them walked toward the exit.
    ‘Listen Griff,’ the old man muttered, ‘don’t you go loanin' that McFly kid any money - even though he probably needs it - him and his old man both.’
    Biff smirked back at Marty as his grandson led the way out the door.
    ‘Hey kid! Say hello to your grandma for me!'
    The door shooshed closed behind them.
    Marty half-watched through the window, as Griff carefully pointed out all the spots on his car that Biff had missed. Griff’s three sidekicks - a tall, oriental fellow with a shaved head; a girl with long blonde hair, spiked bangs and 3-inch fingernails; and a shorter guy with a tattooed face who seemed to be wearing computer equipment as part of his clothes -all hung around in the background. Marty realised that was another similarity between the two generations. Teenaged Tannens always seemed to have a gang. And Tannens and their gangs always bullied McFlys.
    But it didn’t have to happen that way. Marty had changed things, unbalanced the equation, when he had ended up back in 1955. And he had to change things again, now that he was in the future. But how could he, if his future self had gone down the toilet? That strange sense of time-travelling deja-vu was back again, as if being trampled by a Tannen was his destiny, and maybe the destiny of every other McFly that had ever lived.
    No. He had to shake himself out of that feeling. Doc had sent for him because he had beaten Biff Tannen in 1955, and he could beat Biff’s grandson now. All he had to do was take it easy and follow Doc’s instructions - and hope there was nothing else here in 2015 that would trip him up. Marty just wished he knew more about how the future really worked.
    A rock video came on most of the tiny TVs around him. He recognised the group, Huey Lewis and the News, doing a song called ’The Power of Love’. It was a pretty good song, too. Marty nodded to the beat. He wouldn’t mind just sitting here for a minute, listening to the music and drinking his Pepsi - if he could figure out some way to get the lid off the container.
    Well, the music by itself would have to do. At least you could still count on some things.
    Three girls in their young teens watched the video along with Marty. They didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm.
    ‘Oh, shred that!’ one of the girls commented with a yawn. ‘I only scan that kind of vid at my grandma's!’
    ‘Yeah,’ the girl next to her added, sounding even more bored by the whole thing than the first. ‘What do they call it? Rock and rail?’
    The third girl shook her