18 December, 1962
2:10 PM

The Walk Back to the Hotel was Awkward to say the least, John And Ringo had bumped into some Guy who looked like Paul, But To their Surprise It ISNT Paul.

John mentally swore because that stupid Rumour, The Paul is Dead Rumour. He honestly kinda hoped Paul wouldnt Get into a Car Accent so that he wouldnt have to deal with the multiple People who say he is.

The Eagle Was Watching them from a Far, It never Really did Anything else besides spy on them. It flew away once they reached Hotel.

They go inside their Room, Paul wasnt Around, Hm. A wee bit Strange, but George was inside, On that Notebook writing down Lyrics or something like that.

Hm, Wow. Everything was surprisingly Normal. Of Course John wouldnt Really have time to Speak about Any of this To Ringo. Ringo felt his head get Light so he flopped onto the Bed with a Loud Thud.

"Christ Ritchie." Muttered John.

Richie ended up sleeping, What he dreamed was Weird, he was in a beach of Hourglasses, the Sea being dark blue Sand. He Thought it was the other way around, there was a Small hut on the shore, Which is both Really Dangerous and Really Daft if you think about it.

He reached the hut, He gave a Light knock. The Door opened, No one was inside, But there were so Many framed Pictures, No Furniture, Just Frame Pictured on the Wall or Propped up on the floor. He got a Closer look at them. It was Him and the Boys, But Different. Facial hair, Hair Length,Outfits, A Lotta things.

Future Concerts and them at a Beach, them on the Rooftop of a Building and a Stadium with Paul singing. Or rather Paul as an Old Man, a slightly different Hofner Bass and with different People with him.

Did Paul split off with another Band?

Ringo shook his head, No. Paul was too Optimistic About his Views on the Beatles.
Why Would they want to Split off in the first Place?

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John ended up asleep too, George muttered an 'Oh Well' as he shut the Notebook and slapped it onto the Bedside Table, Paul Came back.

"Oh, they're asleep." Paul noted

"Yeh."

"How Long?" Paul asked.

"I Dont Know."

"Did they Sleep Last night?"

"Ringo did, John Didnt."

"Alright." Paul hummed.

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Wow the Dreamscape is Weird.

John expected LSD on LSD, But No.

It Just looked...Empty, Not REALLY empty considering the Fog but still empty. The Glass like floor with the glossy Red Water underneath it.

"Hey John."

That Voice, It Sounded so Familiar, He hadnt Hear him in Years. He Hadnt heard him since 1962.
He Whirled around to see,

Stu.

Alive and Well, in the teddy boy gear he once wore.

John could feel the sting of Tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat as Stu Stridded forward to him.

"Been a While, Yeah?"

John shakilly Nodded, a Sad Smile creeping onto his face.

"Yeah, A Long While."

Thin streams of tears ran down his cheeks, his Mouth quivered

"So, How's the Year going so far?" Stu asked casually.

John wiped the tears before giving an answer.

"Good." He smiled.

"Missed Me didnt You?" Stu flashed a smile.

And right then and there, John Gave him a Hug. Stu chuckled and hugged him back, Rubbing his back when he heard muffled sobs.

"Has it been Long Has it?"

"Yeah Fucker."

Stuart ruffled John's hair as he pulled off from him,

"Y'know Some Feathered Loon Told Me You were Dead." John joked, Stuart gave him a Sad Smile.

"Well, He Aint Wrong."

John's Joking smile went away when he said that, His eyes widening to Stu.

((A/N: The Feathered Loon uses They/Them Pronouns for they are Non-Binary, but John and Stuart use He/Him Pronouns when Talking about them))

"But Hey I'm Here Right now! He said i could See you since were feeling down for a Couple Days, Apparently he was Sympathetic enough to Agree." Stuart assured, patting John's shoulder, John softly chuckled.

"It's Just that You've been Gone for one Helluva long time." John said.

"I Know."

"Got Kinda Used to Not seeing You, i Still Miss Ye though." John stated.

"Figures."

A Brief Pause Between them.

"You're Probably gonna Do Better than I Did, Just Saying." Stuart laughed.

"Really Now?" John asked.

Stuart Nodded.

19 December, 1962
9:09 AM

John Woke up a Lot Less Salty this time.

He Wasnt Disappointed at Being back here.

Nor was he Sad about not Seeing Yoko today.

Hm, Maybe He really Should do what his Final Released Song said.

Start Over.

19 December, 1962
8:01 PM

The black eagle perched on the Windowsill of Cynthia's apartment.

Cynthia herself was Right next to said Window drinking tea.

"Is He doing Ok?" Cynthia asked the Eagle.

It nodded and Cynthia gave a sigh of relief, it Squawked.

"Julian's doing Fine By the Way." She informed.

It nodded again, Cynthia Gave the Eagle a lil head rub before it flew off.

"I Do Wonder if John'll do Better this time."