Keith lay in his bed again once more, the same he did every night. Nothing exciting. Well, not until a piercing white light appeared over his head.

"Hello Keith," said the white light speaking with a rather husky voice. "I am the ghost of your past, but you can call me Ghostie."

Keith's eyes widened. "Whoa, yeah. That is so cool, but why are you here?"

"I could tell you," said the white light. "But it is so much easier to show you."

The white light seemed to expand until Keith's room disappeared all together. Now he sat alone in a plain unfurnished white room, with black curtains.

Memories of getting hit in the head flooded back to him. The paint can, the coconut, the door, Brian's clothes, Ringo Starr and the floor. The memories continued to flash before his very eyes. Keith Moon's car, cherry bombs, a strange lady with a lamp, a guitarist-eating flower, then both a cow and a witch. Not forgetting soup can.

Keith just had a sublime vision. It was if all the jagged parts of his life came together to form a complete and mystical whole. All he could manage to say was something about pinatas once again.

Keith was sitting upright, now back in his room. He got up to shut the window, as it was a cold night. He reached out to close the window but someone or something pulled him down. He was falling, falling; endlessly plummeting. What was even stranger was that he was sure he didn't live in a 666+ storey house. How long would he continue to fall?

"Hello," he called out.

"Darkness my old friend," replied another voice. A different one. This one sounded more soft and smooth. "I'm the ghost of your present. You may call me Ghosty, that is with a Y."

Keith drifted down to the ground, the cobbled stone narrow streets. "Oh, okay. Yeah, um what are you going to show me?"

"Keith. A curse has been placed on you. You must remove it."

"Is that what you are here for?"

"Ah no, sorry,'' cooed the voice. ''I'm supposed to show you what your friends are doing and stuff but I honestly don't want to have to see any Mick Jagger then I have to.
You'll have to walk this alone my friend. I will give you a clue."

"Yeah, I guess,'' he shrugged. What is the clue?''

''Roses are red,
Paul's dick is small..
What is the event that started this all?''

Keith frowned in confusion, ''I don't understand what you mean, couldn't you have told me plainly? Pretty useless ghost you are!''

Keith blinked and found himself head face first in the toilet. Probably for his last comment. He removed his head, but discovered he'd been transported once again. At least his hair was dry and clean now strangely.

"Please share my umbrella?" Said a young woman standing next to Keith. She smiled warmly. It wasn't raining, but Keith joined her under the umbrella anyway. It appeared both of them were waiting for a bus.

"Hello Keith," winked the woman. "I'm the ghost of your future. You have a long life ahead of you."

"What is your name Ghosti?"

"No, no," laughed the ghost. "My name is Irving."

Keith didn't bother asking the story to that one. "Irving, if I live a long life why am I here?"

Irving's smile fell. "Well, as you know a curse has been placed on you. Why we don't know exactly, probably someone's idea of entertainment. But what we do know is that you need to reverse it otherwise everyday for the rest of your long life you'll get hit in the head. It will start to get increasingly painful."

"Oh."

Irving blew a kiss. "Good luck Keith," whispered Irving as she and the bus stop faded away. "I believe in you."

A/N: One more chapter to go :'''(