"Tessa? Tessa?! Oh, God, please don't be dead!" A voice shouted.

Tessa opened her eyes and rubbed her head. "Marty, what the he-"

Out of nowhere, Marty slammed his foot on the break. Tessa felt her body jump forward. "What the shit, McFly!"

"Sorry, it's just-" Marty trailed off. He just got out of the car to look at some sign with the name of Lyon Estates.

Tessa felt everything come rushing back. She suddenly had the urge to throw up. She managed not to do so and just sat back down in the car. Her head was still pounding from the stress of what was going on. She started rubbing her temples to try and relieve a bit of the pain. She didn't notice Marty making his way back to the car after trying and failing to get help from a passing couple.

"This is nuts." Marty smacked the dashboard and tried to start the car.

"For fu-" Marty was interrupted by a beeping. Tessa looked behind her and noticed that the beeping was coming from a fuel gauge marked 'plutonium chamber'. She tapped a finger against it and then turned to Marty. The two of them give each other confused looks. Neither of them knew what to do in this situation, and were freaking out a little bit.

"Okay okay, let's just start by moving the car," Tessa said. Trying hard to remain calm.

"Um right, we can move it over there," Marty blinked.

Marty hopped out of the Delorean while Tessa moved to turn off the handbrake. The two of them quickly moved the car out of sight behind the cheesy-looking Lyon Estates sign. They got changed out of the hazmat suits and started making their way towards town.

As they walked Tessa tried to remember the date her uncle had mentioned to them.

Tessa had spent the entire walk back to town trying to avoid thinking about what had just happened to her uncle. Instead, she was trying to distract herself from other thoughts. Like how she and Marty were gonna get home. Or how Johnny would still be waiting there if they got back.

Tessa knew that whatever was happening wasn't a dream. The pain coming from her head (that was starting to fade after forty minutes of walking) hurt too much for it to be a dream. By the time they made it to town, Tessa was ready to sit down. She could still feel a tiny bit of pain in the back of her head, and her legs were burning from the walk.

Tessa knew that whatever was happening wasn't a dream. The pain coming from her head (that was starting to fade after forty minutes of walking) hurt too much for it to be a dream.

By the time they made it to town, Tessa was ready to sit down. She could still feel a tiny bit of pain in the back of her head, and her legs were burning from the walk.

As the two teens walked towards the Town Square, they kept glancing around the unfamiliar setting. Everything was the same, yet entirely different. They stopped when hearing a ringing sound coming from the working Courthouse Clock Tower. They glanced at each other with the same confused looks on their faces from the car.

They moved on, and something caught Tessa's attention. A large sign near the corner of the square caught Tessa's attention.

WELCOME TO HILL VALLEY, it read. A NICE PLACE TO LIVE, PLEASE DRIVE CAREFULLY.

There were a bunch of symbols stuck onto it. Tessa honesty couldn't tell you what half of them meant. Tessa continued looking at the sign while Marty grabbed a newspaper from the trash. "This has got to be a dream."

Tessa walked over to read the date on the paper. November 5, 1955.

"Goddammit, my head!" Tessa hissed as she started rubbing the side of her head when she felt another spike of pain.

"Hey, you alright?" Marty asked.

"I... I think I need to sit down," Tessa admitted.

Marty looked around for a second before his eyes landed on a nearby cafe. He grabbed Tessa's hand and started taking her across the street to the sickly green corner shop.

"Hey, kid. You jump ship?" An older guy with the name tag Lou asked Marty as they entered.

"What?" Marty frowned.

"What's with the life preserver?" If Tessa's head hadn't hurt so much, she probably would have laughed at that.

Marty rolled his eyes. "I just want to use the phone."

"It's in the back," Lou huffed as he pointed with his thumb.

Marty looked towards Tessa, who motioned for him to go ahead. While Marty rushed over to the phone, Tessa sat at the end of one of the booths.

"Are you going to get anything?" Lou asked Tessa.

"Do you have any painkillers?"

"If you want painkillers, go to the hospital."

"Ah HA, of course!" Tessa said sarcastically while pretending to hit her head. "How did I not think of that!"

Tessa and Lou glared at each other while Marty made his way back over.

"Do you know where 1640 Riverside..." Marty tried to ask Tessa before he was interrupted.

"Are you going to order, kid?" Lou asked again, clearly annoyed now.

"Ummm give me a Tab," Marty shrugged.

"I can't give you a tab unless you order something."

Tessa sat there and watched as Marty tried to get anything off the guy. He eventually got a black coffee, and Lou went about his business. She moved to sit next to Marty at the bench when another man came over, wanting to clean off the table.

Tessa tried to relax for a second to make her headache go away. Marty didn't say anything, knowing that staying quiet would probably help the most for now. Marty simply placed his hand on the back of his head and tried to do what Tessa was doing. Relax.

...

....

......

"McFly. What are you doing!?"

"Oh, COME ON!" Tessa steamed internally.

Tessa and Marty's heads snapped around to see a tall beefy-looking guy and three other teenagers standing in the doorway.

"I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug!" The intimidating guy stomped over to the kid sitting next to Marty. Followed by the three lackeys with varying ridiculous outfits.

One with a short, close-cropped haircut. One wearing a leather jacket and crewing on a match. The smallest one wearing a pair of 3-D glasses (seriously, what the hell). For some strange reason, the one with the jacket looked kinda familiar.

"Biff. Guys. How are you doing?" The kid asked as Biff loomed over the smaller boy.

"You got my homework finished?" Biff smirked.

"Actually, I figured since it wasn't due 'til Monday-" The smaller boy stuttered.

"Hello? Hello? Anybody home?!" Biff began knocking on McFly's head. "Think, McFly. Think! I got to have time to recopy it."

Biff continued to give a speech that Tessa was sure this kid had heard a million times and would hear again and again.

Marty's head kept snapping back and forth between Biff and the kid.

"What are you looking at, butthead?" Biff spat at Marty when he noticed him staring in horror.

"Get a load of his life preserver. Dork thinks he's going to drown." One of the yes-men said while grabbing Marty's vest.

Tessa looked over to Marty, who seemed to be having a hard time processing what was going on.

"How about my homework, McFly?" Biff went back to terrorising the other McFly.

"Okay, Biff. I'll finish that up tonight, and then I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Not too early. I sleep in Sundays. Your shoe's untied!" This caused the kid to look down and get smacked in the face by Biff. "Don't be so gullible, McFly. I don't want to see you in here again."

"Okay. Alright. Bye-bye," McFly let out a forced laugh as the bigger teens left out the doors.

Everything went quiet after the high schoolers rushed out of the stop into a black Ford and drove off. Tessa approached the window, trying to remember where she had seen them before. After a few seconds of thinking, Tessa realised where she had seen them before.

The one in the leather jacket was her dad, and the other three were his stupid co-workers who helped make Tessa and her mother more miserable. Before Tessa could start thinking more about that fact, a voice ripped her out of her thoughts.

"What?!" The kid from before yelled at Marty.

"You're George McFly!"

It didn't take much more info for Tessa to connect the dots. The kid was a younger version of Marty's dad.

"Yeah. Who are you?" George sighed.

"Don't answer, don't answer, don-" Tessa muttered under her breath.

"Why do you let those boys push you around like that for?" A waiter asked George.

"Oh, thank god," Tessa said in relief.

"They're bigger than me," George told him

"Stand tall. Have some respect for yourself. If you let people walk over you now, they'll walk over you the rest of your life. Look at me. You think I'll spend my life in this slop house?"

"Watch it, Goldie," Lou said as he passed by.

"No, sir!" Goldie happily ignored the older man. "I'll do something. I'll go to night school. One day, I'm going to be somebody."

"That's right. He's going to be mayor!" Marty blurted out.

Tessa lightly smacked Marty's shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop talking.

"Yeah, I'm-" Goldie paused ."Mayor! Now that's a good idea! I could run for mayor."

"A coloured mayor? That'll be the day." Lou rolled his eyes.

"Wait and see. I will be mayor. I'll be the most powerful man in Hill Valley... and I'm going to clean up this town." Goldie said, confidently.

"Good. You can start by sweeping the floor." Lou joked as he passed a broom to Goldie.

"Mayor Goldie Wilson. I like the sound of that." Goalie smiled proudly.

Marty and Tessa once again stood there in confused silence. Until Marty spotted his father leaving and hopping on a bike.

"Hey, Dad! George! Hey, you on the bike!" Marty shouted as he started running outside.

Tessa watched as Marty ran after his father. She stood there for a second before deciding to follow him.

"Why do I get the feeling he's gonna die if I leave him alone?" Tessa asked herself as she ran out the door.

Tessa caught up with Marty after chasing him into an unfamiliar street. (Then again, everything was unfamiliar at this point).

"Marty, slow down," Tessa said before Marty abruptly stopped. Causing her to knock into him.

Before Tessa could say anything, she noticed the bike that Marty's dad was riding and looked up when she heard something rustling in the trees. She looked up to George with a pair of binoculars looking into.... Oh god.

"He's a peeping Tom," Marty said with a look of utter shame on his face.

"That's just so many kinds of wrong," Tessa said in disgust.

Tessa heard a snap and watched as George fell to the ground. This wouldn't be a huge deal if it wasn't for the car heading towards him. Marty rushed past her to push his dad out of the way. She tried in vain to grab him but didn't get a good enough grip on him.

Tessa let out a scared yelp when she saw Marty fall to the ground. She moved over as fast as she could and started checking for injuries. The driver made his way over to see what had just happened.

He looked down at Marty and Tessa, before turning his head to George. "Wait a minute. Who are you?"

This caused George to book it. Tessa didn't say anything due to wanting to make sure Marty wasn't dead.

"Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come out here! Help me take him in the house!"

A woman, who must have been Stella, came out of some of the nearby houses and helped Tessa and her husband move Marty inside. They put him in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and Tessa left to sit awkwardly in the living room of these random strangers.

Tessa was at the point where she was ready to pass out again. She didn't due to not wanting to let her guard down near these people.

"Your friend is gonna be fine," Stella said as she walked into the room. "What on earth were kids your age doing playing out in the street?"

"We weren't-" Tessa stopped herself. She knew that acting crabby around these people wasn't worth it.

"And with the way you're dressed as well," Stella said, motioning to the sleeveless top and the way she was wearing her jacket around her waist. Tessa pressed her lips together to keep her mouth shut. She didn't like what this woman was implying.

"What's your name dear?"

"Oh...I um," Tessa shuddered. Could she give her real name? "C.. Carrie... Weaver?"

Stella asked her a few more questions before leaving to do housework, and Tessa was left sitting there for what felt like hours. She later put her jacket back on when one of the younger kids asked her what ACDC meant.

While Tessa knew what the abbreviation meant she had no idea if it had been invented yet so decided to try and change the subject. The kids continued to pester her while another girl walked into the house. Tessa was too distracted by the kids to notice her.

After about another two hours, Tessa heard voices coming from the stairs. "Tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?" Stella asked.

"Excuse me?" Marty said. Somewhat baffled.

"I guessed you're a sailor. That's why you wear that life preserver. Coast guard." Stella approached her husband. "Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car. He's all right. Thank God."

"What were you doing in the middle of the street?" Sam popped out from behind a TV set with a grumpy look on his face.

"Don't pay attention to him. He's in one of his moods. Quit fiddling with that thing. Come in here to dinner. You already know Lorraine. This is Milton, this is Sally... that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey."

Marty kneeled down to look at the small blonde child. Tessa moved to kneel next to him.

"So, you're my uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid," Marty muttered to the kid with a knowing look.

"I'm going to be an optimist for once, and assume that's a family joke."

"Yes. Joey just loves being in his playpen," Stella smiled. "He cries whenever we take him out, so we leave him in there all the time. Well, Marty, Carrie, I hope you like meatloaf."

'Well, listen, we'd really ought to-" Marty started.

"Sit here, Marty." Lorraine said as she pushed out a chair for Marty to sit in.

Tessa sat down, and Marty gave her a look that said 'we have to get out of here as soon as possible'.

"Sam, stop fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner," Stella repeated.

"Look at it roll," Sam grinned as he moved the TV to face the family. "Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat."

"Our first television set. Dad just picked it up today." Lorraine said to Marty. "Do you have a television?"

"Well, yeah. You know, we have two of them." Marty answered. Looking uncomfortable.

"Wow! You must be rich." The younger boy exclaimed.

"He's teasing you," Tessa gave a fake laugh. She turned to Marty with gritted teeth. "Nobody has two television sets."

Tessa had never been too good at history, but she had always been good at picking up on implications.

After a painfully awkward conversation about reruns, Stella turned to Marty.

"You know, Marty, you look so familiar to me. Do I know your mother?" Stella asked.

"Yeah, I think maybe you do," Marty glanced towards Lorraine.

"Then I'll call her. I don't want her to worry about you."

"You can't. That is nobody's home. I mean-"

"We're staying with relatives!" Tessa finished.

"Yes, right, exactly!" Marty snapped his fingers, then pointed at Tessa. "Do you know where Riverside Drive is?"

"It's on the other end of town. A block past Maple. East end of town." Sam said without taking his eyes off the TV.

"A block past Maple," Marty muttered.

"That's John F. Kennedy Drive, isn't it?" Tessa asked him.

"Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Mother?" Lorraine spoke up. "Don't you think Marty ought to spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car."

Marty started shaking his head.

"That's true," Stella mused. "I think you two should spend the night and we'll take you to your relatives in the morning. "I think you're our responsibility."

"Well, gee, I don't know," Marty said and looked to Tessa for help.

"Yeah, you know, we can't keep those relatives waiting," Tessa told everyone.

"He can sleep in my room." Lorraine continued.

"Did she just ignore me?" Tessa wondered.

Marty unexpectedly shot up from his chair. "We have got to go! Thanks very much. You were all great. See you all later. Much later." Marty yelled while taking Tessa's hand.

"Yep, bye. This has been... really weird." Tessa said as she followed Marty out the door.

this is pretty much just a repost of an old chapter. No major changes. Maybe I should post another chapter? I'm not sure.