Athena stared at Biff. "Am I supposed to believe all of that?"
"Trevor said you would ... that you'd know how to help us."
"Oh, you need help alright."
"I'm not crazy. This did happen. And I want things to return to normal."
"Biff, you are normal. Stop playing around." She turned and began to walk away.
"I knew this was a waste of time," Biff said sourly. He turned back around, to walk back to Trevor, but Athena stopped him before he could.
"You really believe it, don't you?" she asked, before really looking at him. "Maybe someone changed your memory. I suppose that's possible."
"My memory didn't change. Everyone else's did. Reality is different!" Biff nearly yelled.
"That's not possible. Nothing can change reality, certainly not on the scale you're referring to."
"I don't care what you think is possible. It did happen." Biff scoffed at her. This was all a big waste of time. Of course she wouldn't believe him. No one would. No one except for Trevor ... but that didn't make him feel any better.
Biff looked back towards Trevor and saw him talking with someone. Apparently, the former Goth boy had more important things to do than to keep an eye on him and Athena. Biff turned angry. What could be more important than trying to get back to normal? Maybe Trevor was lying to him about wanting to return things back to the way they were. Trevor was now one of the hottest, most popular guys in school. Who wouldn't want that? Biff grew angrier. That son of a bitch! He's got the perfect life now and he intends to keep it, at Biff's expense. Well, he wasn't going to just stand there and let that freak steal his life from him. He ...
"Hey, what's that?" Athena suddenly said, breaking Biff out of his thoughts. He turned and saw the Goth girl walking towards the side of the hallway. Hanging off of the wall was a yellow sticky note that looked a lot like the one that changed Biff and Trevor.
Seeing what was happening, Biff ran down the hall after her. Well, he ran as well as he could, with his leather skirt (the first chance he got, he planned on swapping it out for a pair of jeans). "Stop! Don't look at it!" he yelled.
