Suddenly, Jon heard a sound behind him and whirled around.
It was...Biff Meadows? Only older.. "What are you doing in my...?" He trailed off, staring at Jon. "No...no way..."
Jon stared back at him. "Biff?" He tested. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Jon? Jon Madison?" He tested. "But, you look exactly the same as ten years ago. Where have you been?"
"I came down the stairs, and then...suddenly I was here."
"You're shitting me..."
"No..."
"That's some heavy sci-fi shit," Biff said. "You sure someone didn't put you up to this as some kind of joke? I know I got ribbed when I bought this place...after you vanished and all."
Jon stared at him. This wasn't the same Biff he remembered. This Biff was being...well, nice. And he smelled like he'd been drinking. Maybe he was too buzzed to take this seriously. "Biff...what do you mean, vanished?" He asked.
