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.
"Vanished...you know...face on milk cartons, a story on the news...all sorts of stories."
"Where's my family now?" He asked.
"Well, your mom sold the house after your kid brother went to college," he said. "I think she moved downtown. I heard something about your sister the other day, but I can't remember what. I don't really keep in touch. After I blew my knee out senior year, my girlfriend dumped me, and I never did really good in school...the old gang and I kinda drifted apart, you know?"
Jon really didn't want to hear about Biff's problems. He wanted to find his family...or find the stone and reverse all of this. One was probably with the other.
