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Silent. This was the first word anyone would think of to describe the atmosphere at that moment. Brian Epstein was dead. The Beatles sat in absolute silence as the devastating news washed over them and the depression rushed through their veins. They tried to stay strong. That is what Brian would want, right?

They had gone to India thinking everything would be back to business when they got home. Of course, this was not to be. The four of them began to reminisce about how much Brian cared about them, through good times and bad.

Then, John got up and left the room. Was it the silence? Was it the combination of the jet lag and the upset he was feeling? It was probably the last one, but at this point the Beatles were too preoccupied to know.

John got up and left. He couldn't hold in the deep sadness he was feeling. He walked out and walked upstairs. When he was out of earshot, he cried. He went into his room and let it out.

The other three looked at each other and looked up at the ceiling. John was crying. They knew that he had this tough guy, cheeky chappie image. But they also knew that deep inside of John there was deep emotion and compassion.

"Should we go talk to him?" Paul asked worriedly.

"No, Paul." George said. "Leave him be. Let him get everything he's feeling out of his system."

Paul understood. He had known John the longest so he often, in his sassy sort of way, thought he knew him inside and out. But he also knew that George had his head screwed on right when it came to this sort of thing.

John cried and cried. Every time he looked into the mirror near the door and tried to smile, the tears came again. He wanted Brian back. No, he needed Brian back.

"Why, Brian?" John asked. "Why now?"

At that moment, George became increasingly troubled by the events going on upstairs. They were all saddened of course, but John was feeling this the hardest. Since John had gone upstairs, Paul had gone to make the three of them some tea to calm their nerves and Ringo had gone with him.

"Why are they taking so long?" George pondered.

Meanwhile, Paul and Ringo stood in silence as Paul stirred the tea. Paul had his back to Ringo as he let tears fall. Ringo heard Paul sniffling and put his arm around him.

"Brian wouldn't want us to be sad." Ringo said comfortingly as he rested his head on Paul's shoulder. "He'd want us to carry on."

Paul knew Ringo was right. He tried to get over himself but when he turned to Ringo his eyes were red and puffy.

"It's alright Paul." Ringo said. "He's peaceful now."

Paul was about to protest when George came in. He'd heard everything and came in to check on them. He put his finger on Paul's lips.

"I know you're wondering why he did that and he shouldn't have had to put himself through that. But there's many things you can't understand in life and sometimes nobody can." George began. "I don't understand why this happened, nobody does. All we know is that Brian is happy now."

"How did I get such an amazing friend?" Paul asked. "Thank you George, I really needed that."

Ringo had tears in his eyes from what he had just witnessed. George smiled. He was hurting as much as the others, but he felt that he had to stay strong. For them.

"Should we go check on John?" He asked. The others nodded.

They walked up the stairs quietly and knocked on the door. Nothing. They knocked again and once again there was nothing but silence.