Chapter 29

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NOTE: Okay these chapters will be coming slower cos im thinking of further things...lol you know how it is...you get to this one point and you just cant think of anything more for it? Well i think i will get another chapter up after this one, but don't depend on it. Haha thanks for Reading!

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1960s 

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Ringo sat up and looked around the dark room. He heard a knock on the window and went to open it. Pete came in quickly. 

"Ringo, turn on a light or something!" Pete whispered.

"Right!" RIngo searched for the lamp and turned it on. 

Pete motioned for some one to come to the window. A boy with blond hair entered. 

"Your, your, Stuart aren't you?" Ringo asked pointing to the lad coming threw the window.

"Yes, but from another time, well, not really, im not dead where i came from."

"But..."

"Ringo, i was told about my future, its alright. Remember this has all happened already.'

"True. Well? What shall we do?"

"Stu is gonna help you!" Pete pattedStu's back.

"But everyone will recognize you..."

"Ringo, they, well, it will be only on certain parts. Stu will be here for you."

"Alright."

"Now, listen, back home the Lennon-McCartney are meeting at the church fete. And Mary is still alive."

"Mary who?"

"Paul's mum."

"Oh oh yeah! Forgot." Ringo chuckled.

The bedroom door swung open and Paul's figure stood in the door way. He gapped at the two old members of the Beatles, specially an old dead member.

"Uh, oh, hey, Paul...why didn't you knock?" Ringo chuckled and stood up, trying to push Paul out.

"What...how- whats goin on Ringo!"

"Nothing."

"There is something." Paul glared at RIngo then looked at the two band members.

"Well, its business."

"Why is Stu here? He's supposed to be dead!"

"You weren't supposed to see this..." Ringo mumbled and hit his forehead.

"I what?" Paul turned back to Ringo.

"Nothing..."

"Ringo i want to know whats wrong...i mean whats goin on!"

"Okay! Well, we're here to do some work."

"Work?"

"Can i tell him Pete?"

"Go ahead he knows we're here anyways." Pete waved his hand.

"Well, you know me?"

"Of course i know you, vie known you for a few years now." Paul chuckled and shuffled his feet.

"Well, i mean, well, Im not Ringo from here."

"What?" Paul looked confused.

"Im from 1960s."

"We are in the 1960s, RIngo."

"I mean...well 1964..."

"how may i ask?"

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