Chris slowly gets out of the car, a bit nervously. 1995... how much more crazy could this day get?

"Where... are we?" Chris asks, a bit unsure.

Phil bites his lip and sighs. "I have no clue. All I know is that we need to find someone who can fix this."

"But the only people who know how to fix a fucking time traveling Delorean are the ones who made it."

He nods. "You're right. We need to find Marty or Doc," he announces with an eye roll at Chris' expected smirk.

"Well that's something I thought I'd never hear you say."

Phil sighs. "Alright, Fanboy. Let's get the Delorean out of here."

Together, they push the car back to the imaginary Hill Valley, where they decide to split up to find one of the two of them. Chris searches the north side of town, and Phil the south, searching for any sign of Marty or Doc. Night falls, and they nearly give up. It's only by sheer luck that Chris runs into the one and only Jennifer Parker.

"Oh! Jennifer!" He shouts, relieved. "Thanks God I've found you!"

She looks at him, confused. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Chris laughs. "No, you don't. But I know you, and I'm looking for Marty."

"My husband?" She asks, making Chris internally fan over the truth to the second movie. "Well, I hate to disappoint, but him and Doctor Brown have taken a business trip to London."

Chris sighs and nods. "Alright. Well, sounds like I'm going to London."

Jennifer nods, but then looks back at him, still curious. "Is it anything I can help you with? Like, what exactly do you need from him?"

He sighs again. "Well, do you remember the time machine?" He asks, and Jennifer nods slowly.

"Well, I got a hold of it."

She glances at him, confused. She's hesitant to believe him, but she knows that the only people to know of the Delorean's existence are those who have used it. Still, she can't help but ask. "But... it was destroyed back in 1985!"

"Hence where my predicament comes in, right?"

She sighs in confusion. "So... how did you get it?"

"Well, when Marty and Doc traveled to 2015, I happened to be there and I... may or may not have stolen the Delorean."

Jennifer's face flushes with anger. "You what!? How could Marty..." she pauses. "Wait a minute. That's impossible! I was there!"

Chris slaps himself at the realization. "For fuck's sake, that means your 1985 self is stuck in 2015!"

She raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Chris suddenly begins to panic. "Your life is at stake! Jennifer! You need to come with us!"

She shakes her head. "No, no, no, I promised that I'd stay home to take care of Marlene this time."

He groans. "Who gives a fuck! She'll be fine! You need to come with me back to 2015!"

"What? Wait, I don't understand-"

"Come on, Jen! I'm trying to save you! Trust me!"

"But how-"

"Jennifer!"

She groans in confusion and frustration before finally giving in. "Okay! Okay! I'll go! We'll just see what Marty and Doc have to say about it."

Chris nods with satisfaction at winning the argument before dragging Jennifer along. He texts Phil on his mobile to tell him that they'll be at the airport waiting for him and calls for a taxi. "You know, we could just take my-"

"Hush," Chris insists, and she stops.

At the airport, Chris immediately buys himself, Phil, and Jennifer a one way ticket to London. "How am I going to get back?" She asks.

"A flying Delorean of course," Chris answers snarkily.

Jennifer rolls her eyes at Chris' snarkiness and impatience. He taps his toes as he anxiously awaits Phil's arrival. "Where the hell is Phil?" He asks.

"I'm sure he'll be here," Jen says quickly, just trying to get him off her back.

They wait another four minutes before Phil comes running through the doors towards them. "Sorry I'm late! Sorry! Sorry!"

Chris groans. "Philip Harvey! Where the hell have you been?"

"I got caught in traffic! Sorry!"

"We have been waiting-"

"Chris! Let's just go!" Jennifer shouts at him, becoming more annoyed at his antics.

He throws his hands up in innocence and Phil gives him one of those "she must be on her period" looks.

They follow behind Jennifer, who seems to know her way around the airport. It's the same airport that Chris and Phil use to fly from, but it's changed a lot since 1995, and now neither of them can name a single shop.

Their flight number is announced and Jennifer sprints faster through the airport. "We're going to miss it!" The boys rush to catch up to her, thankful that the years of running, first in London, then in Los Angeles, have paid off.

They reach the terminal right as the last passenger is boarding the plane, Jennifer out of breath and the boys already sweating. "Looks like you made it right on time," the attendant said with a fake smile as Chris pulled the tickets out from his pocket, bought before Phil even arrived at the airport.

They walk inside and find their seats, Chris sitting beside Phil and Jennifer across the aisle from them. As she puts her carry-on bag in the compartment overhead, she begins to think about their plan for when they get to London. "So Marty said that him and Doc would be at a convention a bit outside of London at a college campus. I think he said it was UCL or something like that."

Phil and Chris share a look. "Are you sure it's UCL?" Chris asks.

"I'm pretty sure. Why?  Is there a problem?"

Phil bites his lip nervously, so Chris answers for him. "We're at UCL, too."

"Pardon?"

"Our past selves," Phil clarifies. "Chris and I met all of our friends back at UCL in 1995. We'll be there right now, since it's not a holiday."

Jennifer grimaces. "Whoa, this is getting heavy."

Phil and Chris nod. "This could get dangerous. We need to be careful if we're going to find Doc and Marty."

"Here, maybe Chris can go look for Doc and Marty while Phil stays back to make sure nothing bad happens," Jennifer suggests, and both Phil and Chris agree.

"Phil is better at keeping order anyway," Chris says and they both chuckle.

The plane lands at Heathrow at approximately 11 in the morning, and the three of them race to the college campus, eager to initiate their plan. Jennifer especially, who feels like she's had no real action since the incident with the Delorean back in 1985. 

"Okay, remember the plan," she says to them as they pile into a cab.

"We know, Jen. You went over it ten times on the flight here," Chris teases.

Jennifer blushes. "Sorry. I'm just excited."

Pulling up to the campus is like taking a trip to the past for Phil and Chris (which, of course, it is). They stare at the campus, at the students running about. Chris is a bit surprised that he doesn't recognize anyone, but then again, he's always described himself as a bit of a geek.

"This is so strange," Phil whispers, as both of them watch Guy Berryman walk across the street in front of them.

"Guy!" Chris shouts, and is about to jump out before Phil stops him.

"No! Don't interact with him, or anyone for that matter," Phil tells him. The cab driver looks back, clearly a bit suspicious.  Phil just smiles back at him and turns back to Chris. "It's too dangerous, he whispers.

Chris sighs and sinks back in his seat. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought," he says with an exasperated sigh.

The cab driver lets them out right outside of their old dorm room, and Chris gulps. "Okay, so should I go find them now?" He asks, looking for an excuse to leave. 

Phil nods. "Yeah, before they leave the campus."

Chris nods and sets off, into the dorm hall. He stops and looks around at the familiar setting. He'd been back to UCL before this, but it had been rearranged and looked completely different. He gulps and sits in one of the chairs that he used to sit in to play music. He looks around and his eyes are suddenly met by a pair of icy blue ones. "Excuse me, sir, but do you mind if I sit there?"

He blinks, and dumbly nods, but doesn't stand. The young boy looks from side to side and asks again, more politely this time. Chris gulps and stands up. "My bad, lad," he says, a shake in his voice.

The young boy thanks him and sits down with his guitar. "Are you alright, sir?" He asks. "You seem a bit tense."

Chris wets his lips and shakes his head. "No, no. I'm just a bit... no, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though."

The younger boy looks up at Chris suspiciously. "Have we met somewhere? You look familiar."

Chris panics and shakes his head. "No, no. You've never seen me before. I'm new to town. I'm uh.... American."

"Really? Your accent doesn't sound American."

Shit.

"I was born in America, but I moved to England a few years ago. I moved to London uh... yesterday."

"I see. What part of England did you live in before?"

"Devon. Look, I've gotta go, kid. I'm late for uh... stuff." With that, Chris sprints out of the line of sight of his younger self, the entire time looking back at him, not paying attention to where he was going. It's for this reason that he trips and falls into Jonny Buckland, who falls backwards and drops his guitar, causing three strings to break and bust the middle of it.

"Hey! What the hell, man?"

Chris gasps. "Jonny! I'm so sorry, man-" he reaches for his hand to help him up, and has his hand slapped away.

"Get away from me, you wanker! Don't you know how to pay attention to where you're going?" He stands up, brushes himself off, and then looks at Chris. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

Chris blushes. "Call it intuition."

Jonny sighs and looks at his guitar. "It'll take months to fix this. It'll take even longer to save enough money to buy a new one."

Chris cringes. "Look, I'll buy you a new one, but right now I've got to go. I'm sorry!" He shouts as he races away.

Jonny shakes his head as Chris runs away from him. "This is why I should have just gone to school in Wales," he grumbles, picking up his now busted guitar. He knows that Chris will never buy him a new guitar, and so from this point on, he is officially screwed.

Meanwhile, Chris runs through campus, now paying complete attention to where he's going. He avoids seeing people that he recognizes, including the rest of the band. Luckily, he makes it to the convention hall without any other trouble, and he's caught in the crowd of geniuses ready to share their presentations.

Chria gulps and walks around. He searches the crowd for the familiar faces of Doc Brown and Marty McFly. He squints, and there on the stage, he sees Doc going wild over his newest invention, and a slightly older looking Marty standing beside him, a lot more calm than the wild-eyed scientist.

Chris considers shouting up on stage, but he doesn't want to scare them away. Instead, he waits at the bottom of the stage for them to come down, a bit impatiently.

As soon as they step off the stage, he runs over to them. "Doc! Marty!" He calls.

"Sorry, do we know you?" Marty asks, and Chris bites his lip.

"Well, kind of. I... well." He chuckles nervously. "I'm from the future."

Marty looks at Doc, and immediately, the two of them immediately understand what has happened.

"Great Scott..."