11 December, 1980
2:08 PM

It had Been a Three Days Since John was Shot, He had Been Cremated Even though John Himself had said he Didnt want to.
The People sang his Songs and Compositions, Even Songs that were Made during his Time with the Three Lads of Liverpool. They Would Sing Outside the Dakota or in Central Park.
Double Fantasy Got a Better Reception After his Death and His Songs would play on the Radio After the Silence during it.

Reporters had Stormed Paul after it, 'Its a Drag' he said and He Immedietly gets bashed. He had Shed his tears in Private. Ringo and George Flew to America it Console the Now Widowed Yoko and Sean After They had heard the News.

Ringo and George were called for an Interview, Questions You would expect from an Reporter interviewing People close to the Person who died. But Of Course they were Former Beatles, So of Course they'd be asked Specific Questions.

"Best Memory of John?"

"How Close Were You?"

"Are You Gonna Miss Him?"

"Is The Beatles Reunion still Going to Happen?"

"We Dunno. Since He's...Not Here Anymore, We dunno how that'll Go." Ringo answered slowly, George huffed.

Reporters were Shoving their Microphones and Cameras into they continued to ask Questions.

12 December, 1962
2:08 PM

It Had Been a Three Days Since John's Little Brush with Death. He was Visited by his Aunt Mimi and he gave her the Chocolate Cynthia gave him as a Sort of Apolagy Gift for Getting into this Shit AND for not Calling her.

Mimi DID ask About Where he got the Tiny Hourglass, He shrugged and Answered "Found it.". He Didnt Really Know how he Got it. He had been Wearing it More Often as Mimi pointed out.

He was Honestly surprised his Past Self got another Cat, Maybe Cause his Past Self got so Depressed Cyn Left that he Needed Another Adorable Furball to keep him Company. How Would his Past Self Feel about being Kicked out of Himself? Y'know unintentionally 'Possessing' him.

Is he even still there?

After Leaving the Hospital He Obviously had to Readjust to Being in the 60s again. And He Had to Get used to Seeing the Lads and Brian Constantly, Young and All, They were a Lot more Naive back then too, and So was He back then. Getting Married Young and All. Such a Drag.

He Shuddered at the thought of being Chased around by Fangirls and Reporters, Being All Nosy and Shit.

"No Sense of Personal Space." He Grumbled as they was Leaving the Ozzy.

"Wha?" George asked him.

"Nothin'."

During the Car Ride to the Hotel, George had told him about the Closet Incident, He swore he Wasnt on Drugs But Also got a Cool Notebook and Stole a Cool Jacket.
The Two Along with Ringo were in the Back Seat of Eppy's Car, Paul was seated in front and ended up Sleeping.

When George Opened the Notebook a Small Note Fell out, Written in John's Shitty Handwriting.

'Oopsie Doopsie wrung 1 have dis one insted'

The Pages were empty aside from the occassional notes, John had scoffed about it Being 'Magic'. Ringo was surprisingly Open to the Idea.

12 December, 1962
6:09 PM

After they Went out for Dinner, they Got Back to their Hotel Room. George told John about the Other stuff that Happened in their Hotel Room Besides the Closet. That Included a Vulture breaking in and Stealing their Food, His Own Dreams about Being in New York with Ringo, Ringo Himself finding Turquoise Shards of Crystal (John had Joked that it's Meth),and Paul Hallucinating from time to time.

"New York Eh?" John asked, his Voice shaky, Considering the Circumstance

George Nodded as he Flopped onto the Bed, Eppy Had Booked a Separate Room, Paul was asleep and Ringo was listening in.

"Say John, You Sound a bit Shaken about New York being Mentioned." Ringo noted, John Nervously chuckled.

"I've Heard a few Things About New York."

"Like What?"

"Stuff, Heard the Goverment's a bit Whack." John said quickly. Ringo and George raised a brow.

Ringo was one of the Few People John Actually Liked, Not A Lot of Fuss from either Paul or George. He Asked himself If he Should Tell Ringo or Not.

"Eppy Said We're Goin' back to Liverpool Tomorrow By the Way, the Little Tour's Postponed." Ringo stated, John sighed in relief.

Once Again, He Asked himself. Should he Tell Ringo? If he can Keep a Secret. He Wouldnt know How'll he react, Considering Ringo was one of the More 'Grounded' (Ignoring Octopus's Garden). God that sounded Queer as fuck.

He told himself that he Would tell them if they Asked about, 'Certain' things.

13 December, 1962
3:08 PM

The Lads got their Instruments and Left London, they talked about their Plans about Christmas throughout the Road trip.

John realised he Isnt gonna Have a Christmas with His Family, His Wife and Kid would Spend it without him. He wouldnt see his Kid opening his Presents and he wouldnt give his wife Any Presents.

"You Got Any Plans For Crimble Johnny?" Paul asked.

John snapped out of his thoughts, he shrugged and gave a Rather Empty Smile.

"Not Much, Probably gonna drink meself to Sleep." John had Replied.

"Gonna Blow Yer Head off if Ye tried." George Joked, John dryly laughed at that.

The Ride Went smoothly other than the back and forth Chatter between the four.

14 December, 1962
11:07 AM

John would inspect his own reflection everytime he saw himself in the Mirror, The Lack of Wrinkles and Smoother Features, how Baby-ish he looked. He was still surprised he was here. With his Aunt Mimi, In Liverpool, IN his Childhood Home,With the Band that gave them Fame and Controversy.

He Hummed as he trotted to the Living Area, Mimi Aint there. But there is a Note pinned to the Door.

'Went Out Shopping
Dont do Anything Stupid.'

John made himself some Tea, Probably gonna buy himself some Booze if he can. Or He can go to a Bar and drink himself to death.

'I Wonder how Yoko's Doin', Probably not Fine considering I've been Legally Dead for a Few Days.'

He Took another sip of his Tea, a Blackbird perched on the Window. It Chirped at him before flying away.

15 December, 1962
2:01 PM

He decided to Head Out to Cynthia's house, Probably to talk things out. He had asked again Why She Divorced him, She had responded with the Same thing ahe said a few days ago. Only it was more Blunt.

"You wer-Would Be a Bad Father."

John hummed and thought about it when She said that, He IS the Reason 'Hey Jude' exists...

'Dont Exactly Remember doin' shit with Jules other than holding him like a Football...And Probably Being with him in Disneyland with May...and then Yelling at him..."

Hm.

Yeah Maybe he wasnt a Good Father.
He Abandoned, TWO Sons. TWO Sons, a Good Father he was.
They had Tea and sorted things out, He'd be Invited to Julian's Birthday which is Nice.

"So, Friends?" John had asked, Cynthia paused.

"I...Dont Know how About that." She Stammered.

15 December, 1980
1:02 PM

They had attended John's Cremation, or Well Were sent to the Crematory that Cremated John.

"His Dead Arse's been in there longer than expected." George noted.

Indeed it has, cause its been Days Since he had been Wheeled into the Hospital and Pronounced Deceased, Ringo slowly nodded in Agreement.

"What D'you think took them so Long?" Ringo asked.

"Dead Body Photography." George Deadpanned, Ringo gave him a Look.

They Recieved the Box of Ashes, Ringo Shuddered when he rubbed the Lid. George's face scrunched and his eyes narrow at it.

"And we have to Give it-him To Yoko." George sneered.

"I'm Sorry did you Just Call John an It?" Ringo retorted as they went out

George didnt answer.

The Drive to The Dakota was a Quiet one, Mostly Cause theres a Box of Ashes strapped with the Seatbelt in the Backseat with George. The Taxi stopped near Central Park, they gave him his Tip and stepped out.

There were still a couple people there, But none were singing. Just putting Candles or Flowers near the Entrance.

"Hare Krishna we still need to give this pile of shit To Yoko." George groaned.

"She IS his Wife After all." Ringo sighed

"Cant we just give 'im to Paul or Mimi or Cynthia or Something?" George asked.

"I Dunno if thats Possible." The Drummer shrugged.

They entered the Building and kept their Heads low.

"Aint it Strange how Mimi wasnt called?" George asked.

Ringo thought about it,

"Yeah, Why Didnt Yoko contact his Aunt?" Ringo wondered.

"Maybe Cause They havent Met?"

"Ritchie John Wouldve Told Mimi about Yoko during his Little Phone calls with her." George noted.

"Really?"

George shrugged as they got to the Lennon's Apartment Room.

15 December, 1962
3:02 PM

He Headed over to Paul's house for a Little hangout, He didnt Hate Paul, he Didnt exactly Liked him either.

Considering he Made 'How Do you Sleep' as a Response to 'Too Many People'.

Paul had asked again about the Whole 'I'm Dead' thing a Week Ago.

'i was here for one week.' He Mentally told himself, Wow He's been here for One Week.

"Is Jus' some Dream." John shrugged.

"A Realistic one to think your Dead." Paul added, taking a small sip of Tea.

"So How did you and Cyn's talk went?" Paul then asked.

"What?"

"She Told Me a Couple minutes after you Left her Apartment."

"It Went Well." John hummed.

Paul nodded as he poured himself another cup of tea.

"Surprised Your handling it a little better." Paul noted.

Better? What does That Mean?

"What?" John asked

"Last Time you went to My House and talked about Cyn after the Divorce I can Tell you were pretty Chocked up." Paul described.

Huh, Hm.
Well Paul does know Emotions or some shit like that.

15 December, 1962
4:20 PM

After a few Teas and Beers, John had taken a Taxi home. The Ride was mostly silent aside from the occassional Bird Chirping. He Paid the Taxi and stepped out.

John greeted Aunt Mimi and headed upstairs, he took off his jacket and threw it onto the floor and then flopped onto the bed.

One Week.

He's been Here for One Week.

"Still Cant Believe I'm Here." He Muttered as he Ran his fingers across his Bob Hair.
A Kingbird, perched on the sill of his Window with a Rolled up piece of Paper in its Beak. Was watching him.

'How Did i Get Here?'

Soon Rat Boy, Soon.