"John?"
"John?"
"JOHN???"
"W-what?" John slowly started to open his eyes.
"Thank god, you're awake. We were worried, man!"
John yawned and looked around. He laid in a comfortable bed in a familiar place, but he was not sure where he exactly was.
"Are you still able to sing, buddy?" a very familiar voice asked. He grabbed John's glasses and put it on John's head.
"Ringo?" John mumbled. His head felt very heavy and kept pounding the whole time. "What year is it?"
"1964, why?" Ringo asked with concern.
John sighed relieved. "I'm back!"
"About that," Paul said, walking into the room and sitting down next to Ringo. "Where have you been for so long?"
John's eyes widened when he saw his fellow bandmate. "Paul?" he shouted happily, "You're young again!" John hugged his friend.
Paul looked helplessly at Ringo. "When was I ever old?"
Ringo shrugged, laughed and hugged John too. "Well, I'm glad that you're back, Johnny."
"I'm glad I'm back, too, Rings!"
"Now, you think you are able to join us for dinner?" Paul asked. "Brian is already waiting for you, with Julian."
"I'd love to," John claimed enthusiastic and stood up.
"Now, tell me one thing," Paul said while walking downstairs. "Do you know where George is?"
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A Dead Man's Diary
FanfictionIt was a stormy night. John Lennon was making ready for sleep. The wind was blowing hard, but there was nothing to worry about... Take a look in John's diary as something very strange happens to him. Something that'll change his life forever.
