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SKINHEAD SEARCHED for a place to drop off Marty in. He spied a car trunk wide open. "Let's put him in there." The boys nodded, tossing the boy into the trunk. "That's for messing up my hair." Skinhead sneered before slamming the trunk down, trapping Marty. "The hell you doing to my car?" One of the band members yelled, hopping out of the car. "Hey beat it, spook, this don't concern you." 3-D retorted. "Who are you calling spook, Peckerwood?" Marvin Berry aka, the lead singer of the band snapped back. He and the rest of the band all came out of the car, scaring Biff's goons as smoke came from the car. "Hey, hey listen guys..." Skinhead stuttered, backing up from the band. "Look, I don't wanna mess with no reefer addicts, okay?" Skinhead, 3-D and Match scurried away, tripping over each other. Before the band could return to their smoking, a muffled sound came from the trunk. "C'mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo!" It was none other than Marty who shouted from the inside of the car, banging on it. "Lorenzo, where're your keys?" Berry asked his friend who shrugged. "The keys are in the trunk." Marty replied with a slight whimper. "...Say that again." "I said the keys are in here."
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Emma watched from afar as George confidently stormed his way up to the car. He whipped the door open, pointing to who he thought was Marty. "Hey you, get your damn hands off..." there revealed Biff, looking to George as he held Lorraine with an iron grip. "oh." "I think you got the wrong car, McFly." Biff grumbled. Lorraine gasped, looking up to George. He gazed down at her watery eyes. "George, help me, please." Lorraine pleaded before being forced down by Biff who kept eye contact with the boy. "Just turn around, McFly, and walk away." George stared in horror, becoming angry with the Tannen every second he gripped his hands harder on Lorraine's soft skin. "Are you deaf, McFly? Close the door and beat it." Everything that Emma and Marty had said to him in that past week all came rushing back to him. He took a deep breath in, pointing his shaking finger to Biff. "No, Biff, you leave her alone." The Tannen made his way out of the car. Lorraine caught her breath, silently pleading for George to be okay. Emma watched from afar, gasping as Biff came out of the car instead of Marty. The girl ran off into the sea of cars in the parking lot to find Marty. "Alright, McFly, you're asking for it, and now you're gonna get it." Out of self defense and Lorraine's horror, he tried punch Biff. It ended up going south as Biff caught his punch and twisted George's arm in a way an arm should never go. George whined in pain as Lorraine debated trying to save George; she was entirely terrified of Biff. Still she wanted George safe. Biff was going to jeopardize that. "Biff, stop it! Biff, you're breaking his arm! Biff, stop!" Lorraine screamed, trying to pick herself up from the position she was in. Meanwhile with Marty and the band, the boys were trying to get him out. "Hey, who's yelling?" Barry asked the guys as they looked around. Emma noticed the group, taking a chance but rushing up to them. Before Barry could ask what she was hollering about, she cut to the chase. "Have you seen a boy named Marty?" Emma asked in a gasp. "Um—" "He has brown hair but it looks lighter in the sun, big blue eyes, he's about 5'4 but he could've grown maybe and he has this big smile..." Emma took a breath of air. "this big, wide, amazing smile." "Em?" Marty called out from inside the trunk. "Marty?" Emma exclaimed, putting her ear to the trunk. "Did you put him in here?" Emma asked, her glare scaring the band. Marvin Barry and the band laughed. "Don't look at us. Give me a hand, Lorenzo." She fiddled with her hands, anticipating when he would be released. Marvin suddenly hissed, dropping the screwdriver as Marty exited the trunk. Marty joined Emma's side. The girl tugged at the boy's sleeve, pointing to Lorraine and George walking away together hand and hand. The two smiled as Marty took out the photo of him and his siblings who were supposed to reappear. Neither of them have returned. If anything, Marty's sister was still fading. "Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance." Marty began. The band looked to Marty, all looking confusedly at the boy. "Hey man, look at Marvin's hand. He can't play with his hands like that, and we can't play without him." One of the band members explained, motioning to Marvin's hand who was hand was bleeding profusely. Marty laughed nervously in fear, looking to Emma who ripped the ribbon out of her hair which took the ponytail out. "Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that's where they kiss for the first time on the dance floor. And if there's no music, they can't dance, and if they can't dance, they can't kiss, and if they can't kiss, they can't fall in love and I'm history." "Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the guitar." The Eaves and McFly share a look. Emma grips Marty's arm, flinging it up to look like he was raising his hand. Marty scoffed, forcing his hand back down. "I think someone can help you."
