Rachel POV :||

I didn't get any sleep that night.

After telling Lana my story, I just couldn't sleep. I looked out the window, and still heard that distant music. What I didn't tell Lana bothered me most. I didn't tell her. I feel really bad about it.

When I was four, I had gotten Cancer.

My mother didn't want to cure me, she wanted me to die. But someone convinced her to let me have Chemo. Chemo is pure hell. I was always sore, and tired. I couldn't do anything like an average four year old.

I looked over at Lana. She was sleeping, and kind of twitching in her sleep. I wonder what she is dreaming about? I look out the window again, to see a mans face staring at me. I let out a small yelp, and fall back on my butt. Great. I look like an idiot.

The man opens the window, and shuts it quietly. "What is a bird doing in my room?" the man ask, staring at my face. I gasp, as I see the face. John Lennon. "You must have the wrong room." I say, looking at the ground. "This is room 312,right?" John ask, looking around.

"This is 313." I say, walking him to the door. "I'm Rachel." I say smiling. He puts out his hand, and I shake it. "John." he says, walking away. I shut the door, and nearly pass out. I just talked to John Lennon.

I shake Lana awake. "Lana! Lana!" I say, shaking her. "What the hell, Rachel?" she ask me, rubbing her eyes. "I was in the middle of the best dream ever!" she says, sitting her head on the pillow.

"I just shook hands with John Lennon."

Written By Chandler.