Biff and company all got into the minivan and headed off to their destination, which was a small house with white siding. He had never been there before, but for some reason Biff found it all ... familiar.
They all got out and headed up to the door. Who lived here?
The woman cleared her throat, grabbing Biff's attention. "Yes?" he asked.
"Open the door, Mom," she said.
Then it occurred to him. He lived here. This was his house. But at the same time, it wasn't. He lived in a two-story brick house with his mom and dad and his little brother ... uh ... what was his name? He couldn't remember his brother's name. In fact, he couldn't remember his parents' names either. What was happening to him?
"Give it here," the woman said, grabbing Biff's purse. "I'll do it myself." She rummaged through the purse, then brought out a set of keys. Then she used one of them to open the door. Giving the purse back to Biff, the woman said "Maybe you need a lie down, Mom. You might be exhausted."
Exhausted? He didn't even do anything the entire day. Most of the time, he was just sitting around.
The kids ran into the house, laughing and giggling.
