Biff wasn't even in his bedroom anymore. Instead, he was in a padded cell, like the ones inside mental hospitals.
He stood up and walked to the door and tried to open it. But it was locked. Then he beat on it. "Hey! What the hell am I doing in here?!"
Through the small window in the door, he saw three men dressed in white walking towards his room. And a moment later, the door opened.
"You better tell me what's going on here or I'll ..." Suddenly, two of the three men immediately grabbed hold of Biff and held him down. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled, as he tried his best to struggle free. Being as muscular as he was, he could usually wrestle anyone. But these two guys were extra strong.
"Hold him still," the third man said, then he took a needle out of his pocket. "You're a very sick man, Mr. Meadows," he said, in a calm voice. "But don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Biff's eyes went wide, then he tried even harder to struggle free from the two men holding him down. But it was no use. The apparent doctor injected him with the needle and the world faded away.
