For Marty, that short walk home seemed to take forever. The calm neighborhood that once felt like the whole world felt cold and alien to him. The sense of panic struck just moments after Jennifer's goodbye kiss, but it intensified as Marty began noticing the many slight changes, here and there. The tall Oak tree that grew between the Smith's and the Jefferson's house was gone. Ms. Trim's house was green, but it used to be white. Her German Shepherd wasn't barking through the front window, as it usually does when he walks by her house. As Marty reached the driveway of his home, he gazed at the familiar, yet unfamiliar sight. "Things are going to be better now," he thought, attempting to reassure himself. He opened the front door and stepped inside, greeted immediately by the muffled sound of his father shouting. He'd never heard his father's voice sounding so hostile.

"His name was Calvin! Don't act like you don't remember, Lorraine!" His voice was coming from the dining room.

"The kid from high school? The one who played guitar?"

"Yes, Lorraine. The one who played guitar. You know, the one you took to the prom? Remember the prom, Lorraine? Right before you got pregnant? I'm talking about that kid. The one that looked exactly like Marty!"

Marty slowly set his cowboy hat on the hanger by the door, and slipped past the dining room, unnoticed, and opened the door to his bedroom, but he was shocked by the sight of pink walls and a blue bookshelf filled with ballet trophies. He turned around. "What the hell is going on?" He mumbled to himself. He quickly opened the next door. Off white walls and giant Tears for Fears poster. "Tears for Fears?" He uttered.

He turned around and headed back to the chaos in the dining room.

"Hey, dad, listen, this is going to sound strange, but..."

George interrupted. "Marty!? What the hell are you doing here?"

Marty paused. "Dad, what do you mean? I live here, dad."

"Marty, of course you live here," Lorraine said, her voice sounding broken and defeated, "But why aren't you at band practice?"

"Band practice?" Marty replied, "Mom, I told you, we didn't pass the audition."

George and Lorraine glanced at eachother.

"Audition? Marty, what are you talking about. What audition?" George asked.

"The Battle of Bands. You know, the Pinheads? I went a little overboard with my guitar solo. They told us we were too loud."

Lorraine shot a confused look in George's direction. George squinted and studied Marty carefully. "Marty, you play the saxophone."

"Marty, are you feeling OK?" Lorraine asked.

"Listen, Marty." George said, "I know you probably overheard some of what your mother and I were talking about..."

"Saxophone?" Marty interrupted. "What do you mean I play the saxophone? Dad, I play guitar. I play with the Pinheads, remember? And who's Tears for Fears poster in that in Dave's room?"

"Marty you're beginning to scare us." Lorraine uttered.