'You Tell Lies that I Cant See
You Cant Cry Cause your Laughing at Me'

8 December, 1962
11:18 AM

John crumpled the Note after Re-Reading like 9 times. He rubbed the Cold metal, The Pale Teal Jewels mounted on the frame of the Hourglass and Almost Water like Turquoise Sand. But He started to Wonder.

Use His 'Borrowed' time Well?

Enjoy His Restart?

What did that Mean? He rubbed the cold Glass and squinted. He hummed as his nails Scartch on the Glass. He looked around the room again.

This was His Room when he lived with his Aunt Mimi Back in Liverpool. Where IS She Anyway?

He looked up to the Mirror and saw his Reflection Again. Smooth Skin,Messy Auburn Hair,Round Face lacking of Any Blemishes (As of Now),Lively Dark brown eyes, and the Buddy Holly Glasses.

'The Only Good thing about this is Getting a full head of Hair.' He strokes his hair with his Fingers.

Okay Yeah that was True, cause he REALLY hated his Receeding Hairline, But Right now that Wasnt Really Important right now.

He looked around his room and walked to the Door and saw the Calender, he gave out a sharp gasp as he read it.

1962 December

'1962?'

That...Kinda Explains Ringo coming through the door and Him Being Here in Mendips. He opened his hand to look at the Pendant.

John squints at it in Confusion, So Did It bring him here or what? He wondered to Himself about that.

'Right So an Hourglass is a Fancier Clock,i'm a Young Wanker again,I'm In Me Old Bedroom,Ringo still has hid Brows,Its 1962...'

He Hummed to himself and rubbed his chin, Is it Jumping to Conclusion if he said...

No. That Shit Only Existed in Science Fiction.

And theres No Way Time Travel is a Thing! Especially if that Time Travel involves Someone Being Dead In Order to Time Travel.

No, That Just Didnt Make Sense.

Knocking on the Door.

"Johnny? What's taking You So Long?" a Lovely Smooth Voice Asked him.

John Paused, He Knew that Voice. He Literally Spent Years Arguing with him.

"Paul?"

"Oh Your Awake! I thought You went Back to Sleep After Ringo Told You About time for Band Practice." Paul Noted, John didnt Reply.

"Paul..." He breathed out again.

He Heard Paul's Voice after What? Five or Six Years? He's Reconciled with Paul Sure but Whenever he called him it didnt Feel the Same.

"Yes?" Paul asked

"Your Here."

"Yes, Yes i'm Here. Moreso Cause of Band Practice for Tomorrows Gig." Paul Reminded John before walking downstairs.

So is Paul Dead too? Well he Metaphorically Dead post 1966, Since he wasnt Exactly the Same Creatively and as a Person. Which Led to Continuous Arguments that go from Love to Songs to Drugs.

Well He couldnt do anything else right Now, so he's Gonna have to Play Along for a while albeit He Would Need to Explain why he said he was dead (Which is Somewhat True).

He got Dressed in something along the Lines of Teddy Boy. He looked around his room again for the Guitar, he Found it. Under his Bed.

The Black and White Rickenback Guitar, he rubbed the Neck of His Guitar.

"Havent Seen You in a Long time." He muttered to Himself.

He Went to Open the door but he wanted to do Something first, that Being, Smacking Himself in the face. Hard.
He let out 'Ow!' as he rubbed his Cheek.

'That Actually Hurt?' He thought to Himself.

He thought that if He was in Heaven then That Wouldnt Hurt cause Heaven is Basically thought of 'a Eternal Euphoric Non-Painful/Nothing Can Hurt You Experience'. So is this All Real? He grabbed the door knob and felt the Very cold Metal which sent shivers.

John walked to the door and walked out of his Bedroom and downstairs to the Living room.

When he got there he saw the Three Lads AKA His Former Bandmates, Paul was on the Arm chair with his Hofner Bass on the floor near him,George had his Gretsch Duo beside him on the Couch, Ringo was Also on that Couch, John can see the Two Drumsticks sticking out of his Pocket.

"Erm John, Are You Okay?" Paul asked John, His voice filled With Concer.

"Why?"

"A Few Minutes ago You said you were Dead." Paul Answered.

Okay Yeah That IS true, He (John) SHOULD Be Dead Right Now. He trailed his fingers against his own Face once again.

"You Joking About that or Did Ye have a Nightmare?" George Asked, Dear Lord he had a Thick Scouse Accent.

John Paused and thought to himself.

'So if Getting Hurt is Actually a Thing,And the Threetles are here,and Paul isnt Pissed at me in a 'Musical' way...'

"No."

"So Ye Didnt Get Any Nightmares?" George raised a Brow at him.

John slowly nodded.

"Just Felt Tired, Cause Shite like that happens when You Wake Up first thing in the Morning to Mr. Sunshine."

'didnt Know Me Scouse Accent dulled when i got to New York.'

Ringo chuckled,Paul Rolled his eyes, and George nodded.

'Christ Should i Tell them That i'm 'Not From Here'?' He asked Himself.

The Four walked Outside, the sun was Beaming and it basically Lit the Anything that isnt Under any Shade.
They Saw Black car on the driveway and a Nervous looking Man inside, looking at his wristwatch.

John's eyes momentarily widend before he realised he was with his Lads, If he told them they would think He's High as fuck. So He's gonna have to Keep this to Himself for a While.

Paul knocked on the Glass and gave a beaming smile, Brian returned the Smile. Paul sat in the front while Ringo,John,and George were at the Back.

"What took You Boys Long?" Brian asked.

"He Thought he was dead for a couple of Seconds." George deadpanned, Brian raised a brow and turned to the Lead Guitarist.

"Like, He told Ringo he was Dead. Fucking Dead." George adds, Putting his Guitar on his lap, John bit his lip at that.

"John Are You Alright?" Brian asked John.

John hastily nodded, Brian was reluctant to Believe. He started the Car and they started driving to EMI Studio.

It was Surprisingly Silent.

"Should i Keep talking about Dead arse John?" George piped.

"Geo!" Paul called.

"What WAS Your Nightmare about?" Ringo asked John, Nudging him.

John honestly wasnt in the Best Mood to Answer, Mostly because he can Still Remember The Hospital,The Gunshot,and Yoko Crying.

"Probably being Buried Alive." George chimed.

"Or a Heart Attack." Ringo sounded Mortified.

"or Worse, Being Popped off By Some Loony." Paul shuddered, George and Ringo just Laughed. Brian didnt and just continued Driving.

A Shiver went up John's Spine when Paul said that, Considering He DID get Popped off by sime Loony. And Paul wouldve Probably Recieved the News.

The Ride was silent after that, John fell asleep 2 Minutes after that.