"Babe, I rushed over the moment I heard about what happened. Are you okay?" Sarah asked, rushing into the room.
"He'll be fine," the male nurse said. "He just needs some rest."
Biff was glad that it wasn't his parents who had arrived, but this wasn't much better. He was hoping that he wouldn't encounter his new "butch" girlfriend again. At least until he could figure out what was happening and put a stop to it (he was thinking of hiding away somewhere, but if he did that, then he'd never see his family or friends again). But where could he even start? Nothing like this should have been possible.
After the nurse left, Biff turned towards Sarah, who was dressed more like Biff should have been - a loose tank top (no bra, obviously), a loose pair of jeans (the top of her boxer shorts could be seen), socks, and sneakers. Buzzed haircut, no make-up, no jewelry. It was just bizarre to see Sarah McMillan this way. "Listen, Sarah. You have to help me."
"What do you need, babe?" Sarah asked.
"You need to get me out of here. Right now."
