Tell Me What You See

You're Going To Lose That Girl

Vicky had put on the kettle as Rita opened the door to four very nervous and anxious Beatles. They pushed their way in like a pack of dogs and threw their coats on the chair. Rita noticed a quiet Paul sit on the couch biting his nail, a worried Ringo who sat next to him as his eyes wandered guiltily to the blonde in the kitchen. George faced Rita with concern, whilst John started chattering on.

"Tell her George!" John said quickly and impatiently as he nudged George. He then became distracted as Vicky came out and sat on the arm of the couch by Ringo. When she sat Ringo put his arm around her. John's brow rose with curiosity, Vicky and Ritch? Together?

"When'd this all come about?" He motioned to the cozy couple.

Ringo smiled at Vicky and they chuckled at the change of subject. Being the center of attention, Ringo just shrugged, "Last night, only good thing that happened."

"Forget to mention it?" Grinned John.

"Perhaps, didn't think it fit with what's going on." Said Ringo.

This brought John back to what he was upset about. He turned his focus back to Rita and George.

"Well ya gonna tell her then?" Pushed John more urgently.

Rita looked from one to the other, confusion spread across her face, "Will someone tell me what's goin on here? I get an excited call sayin you all have to talk to me, so talk." Rita stood with her hands on her hips waiting to hear what was going on. The two Beatles stood for a minute while images of the night flashed through their minds bringing them back to life

"Right, here, Ringo has a friend who's a chemist and he did up these pictures from this mornin. Y 'know the ones of Paul and me takin a kip?" Said George as he handed the pictures to Rita.

"They're not right. See how the white swirls are in them. I'm not to keen on the next couple, none of us are. Just take a look," George stood watching Rita examine the pictures slowly. John danced nervously back and forth shifting on the balls of his feet as he watched her too.

Rita walked farther into the room and held the pictures under the light. She didn't seem surprised at them.

"Photo's are funny things. Have you ever heard of people who take pictures in old homes and ghosts appear in the photos?" She asked all of them.

"I think I've read sumethin on that." George said flatly as he remembered Patties notes. Funny how the notes had said that and he hadn't remember up until now.

"That really happens?" Asked Ringo as he pushed himself forward to hear and see better.

"Not sure I've heard that one. I do know I'm not dead keen on this whole thing." John said thoughtfully before agitation started to build up inside him.

Rita turned to George and John, who was still on George's heals, "This is common. Spirits, ghost, angels and so on for some reason show up on photos. This however is a bit different. I get the feeling as I'm holding them that these alternative shadows wanted to be seen for a reason. I am getting a very strong feeling from them." Explained Rita.

"T 'wasn't just that though. I tried to burn the fuckers and they wouldn't burn. The flame lit around them as if they was protected." George cut John off.

"Dead serious he is and then sumethin blew it out and it wasn't none of us. Not a mark on a one of them. What do you make of that?" Asked George.

Rita nodded at what they said. She stood there to long in thought for John's taste. He grabbed the pictures from her hand and went in the kitchen. They heard draws slamming and things rattling until he came out with a pair of scissors.