Chapter 4

The next thing Biff knew someone else appeared in front of him. The person resembled himself and was wearing futuristic clothing.

"Don't tell me, you are the ghost of Christmas Future." Biff said.

"Exactly butthead." The person said.

"Who do you think you are?" Biff said.

"I am Griff, your future grandson." The person said.

"Really?" Biff said.

"Yeah, I'm here to show you your future." Griff said.

He clicked his fingers. The world went topsy turvy again.

Biff and Griff arrived in the town square of Hill Valley, except it looked very futuristic.

"Wow. This is something." Biff said.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Come on." Griff said.

Griff grabbed Biff's arm and started to fly. Shortly after they arrived at the old McFly house. They went inside. Once again, the McFlys were having Christmas Dinner.

"Ah yes, it has been a wonderful Christmas this year!" George said.

"Uh huh." Lorraine said. "Ever since Biff was gone everything in our life has been happy."

Biff blinked. "What." He said.

"Yep. I didn't have to do any more reports for that old bastard anymore." George said.

"Dad, can we please watch the language?" Marty said. "Junior and Marlene are trying to eat."

"What happened?" Biff said. "How did I go?!"

"Watch." Griff said. He clicked his fingers once again. They were in a graveyard. One grave was right in front of them.

"Take a look at that tomb stone over there." Griff said.

Biff took a closer look at the tomb stone. He gasped.

It said:

HERE LIES BIFF BUFORD TANNEN

12-8-1938- 7-11-1996

"I'm dead?! No!" Biff said. "How did this happen?!"

"You were killed in your house by a mysterious stranger. You were shot in the heart." Griff said.

"But who was it?" Biff said.

"There was rumors that someone at your office place did it. Because you weren't very festive and bossed people around.

"You mean this is what is going to happen?" Biff said.

"It will if you do nothing about it." Griif said. "You've seen what has happened. You can't change the past, but you can change the future. It's not too late!"

Griff clicked his fingers. Biff was back in his bed. Biff looked out the window. It was Christmas morning.

"I gotta get to McFly!" Biff said.

* * *

The door knocked. Marty opened the door.

It was Biff.

"Hey Marty! Merry Christmas!" Biff said.

"Biff?" Marty said, astonished.

"Yep." Biff said.

"Uh come in." Marty said.

Biff walked in. George was watching TV.

"Hey McFly!" Biff said. George turned around.

"What do you think you're doing?" Biff said. "Aren't you going to wish me a Merry Christmas?"

George blinked. "Really? I thought Christmas wasn't important to you." He said.

"Well I opened my eyes." Biff said. "And I thought to myself that Christmas is something to celebrate about. Oh and you don't need to do those reports this Christmas. I'll do them."

George's face lit up. "Really?"

"Sure!" Biff said.

"Why thank you Biff. Do you want to stay for dinner?" George said. "I think we got enough food."

"Ok sure." Biff said. "Here, I'll help you with setting the table."

And so George and Biff went into the dining room to set up the table for Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!

THE END

Copyright Frank Candiloro 2001.