"Let me see the note," Trevor said. Biff handed it over and he immediately read it. "I wish that I would become more like the person I last made fun of." Then he had an overwhelming urge to tear up the note and dump the pieces into the nearby garbage can. "What the fuck?" Trevor uttered. He didn't want to read it, yet he did anyway. And why did he rip it up? He wanted to look at it and try to figure out how the note could change Biff into a Goth. Okay, maybe he wouldn't really know how to figure that out, but he was thinking about maybe showing it to Athena DeVries, one of his friends. She was into the occult, so maybe she'd know how the note worked. But now, it was all pointless.
Then suddenly, Trevor's thoughts were pushed aside, as his attention drifted. A wave of disorientation washed over him, causing him to lean against the wall. What was happening?
