Meanwhile, Biff shook his head wondering why he was in this house. He walked outside and went to the place where he knew he belonged, which was ... the Meshida house.
He walked into the house, past a family eating breakfast - a man, a woman, a young boy. They were all Japanese, which momentarily threw him. This was his house, wasn't it? But he wasn't Japanese. Or was he? No, he must have been mistaken. He was Japanese. He must have been.
Biff turned and walked up the stairs and into the master bedroom. And after removing whatever he was wearing, he began to dress himself in the clothing belonging to the father of the now Zoe Meshida - Katashi Meshida.
And as Biff finished dressing, putting on his shoes, downstairs at the dining table, Katashi suddenly stood up and left. No one even noticed.
Biff Meshida walked downstairs and sat down in the seat that Katashi had just vacated. He looked over at his wife, who was plainly dressed as usual, and had a thought that he was sure he had never had before: she had a hot body, if only she didn't cover it up all the time. Where did that thought come from? He was always so strict about sexual matters. He forced both his wife and daughter to wear the most conservative of outfits just for that reason. But now, for some reason, he couldn't help but want to see his wife flaunt her body more.
He shook his head and focused his mind on his breakfast. That is strange. Did I eat already? he thought, looking down at his half-eaten food.
