Rachel POV :||

"Elvis! Where's the record player?" I laugh, holding my rib cage area. "God, it hurts to breath and talk and laugh." I complain, wincing at the pain. George takes my hand and squeezes it. "Oh! Georgie you like Rachel!" John laughs.

Lana elbows John in the rib cage, and John acts as if she really hurt him. "Did they give me a shot in the rib cage?" I ask, the pain increasing. "Yeah, it was the biggest needle I've ever seen!" Lana says, Heartbreak Hotel plays. We all laugh, and sing along to it.

I don't want to leave the 60s. My mother and Todd make me feel as if I live in hell. But I do miss modern technology. And I'll miss my Beatles merchandise and my car. I'll miss a lot of things.

But I'd hate to leave my only friends. I didn't notice them all staring at me. I must of looked real stupid, sitting there with a blank expression on my face. George still has my hand in his. I blush and close my eyes. I'm knackered.

I drift off, into a blissful sleep.

Written By Chandler.