Sarah had been walking home, instead of driving, bumping into people and fixing them, when she got a call. "Sarah...it's Biff's mother..we wanted to tell you. We got a call. Poor Biff hit his head, and they took him to the hospital....we have to go pick up Wesley...he was supposed to get him, and we'll head over to the hospital. We were wondering if maybe you could get there first."
"Of course," Sarah said, worried about poor Biff. No time for a stroll, time for her to run and get her car.
"Babe, I rushed over the moment I heard about what happened. Are you okay?" Sarah asked, rushing into the room.
"Listen, Sarah. You have to help me."
"What do you need, babe?" Sarah asked.
"You need to get me out of here. Right now."
"What? Why? Are you still confused? I mean...they said you hit your head."
"I did...but something was wrong before that....it's like the world is backward..."
Sarah put her arms around Biff comfortingly. "I know, babe. But don't worry, I'll fix it."
