Here, There and Everywhere

Chapter 2

John opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness. He rubbed his eyes, but couls still see and hear nothing. He briefly wondered if maybe he was alive, yet he'd lost the ability to see or hear. If that were to happen, he'd ask for his life to just be ended right then and there. How could he play music without the ability to see or hear?

"John Lennon." He heard a voice--Female, semi-deep, womanly sounding. He sits up, listening for the voice again, and thinking that he probably just imagined it. Great. Not only was he blind and deaf, not he was loony.

"You're here for a reason." The voice continued, and suddenly John could see again. He was in a room, an all white room. He's wearing what he wore on the plane--the customary Beatles suit. He furrowed his brow, looking around.

"What's the reason, exactly?" He questioned, feeling odd talking to nothing but a voice that could still be imaginary at this point.

"You died today." The voice continued, making John gulp. "You were only twenty three years old and you died trying to seem tougher than you actually are. That's not very galiant."

"I don't give a bloody fuck about being galiant." John snapped, his brow furrowed. "Just fucking tell me what's happening. Is this it? I'm just dead?"

"Not quite." The voice continued, making John silent. Paul would have probably joked about that, would have said that it was a nearly impossible feat. "You're dead, but you're going to be living soon."

John grinned. "So I get a second chance?"

"Exactly."

"Wait. What about me mates?" John questioned. "Paul, Ringo, and George. What about them? Will they live again?" John figured that it was best to reason with his imaginary voice.

"Of course." The voice continued. "To prove your worth, you're going to accomplish a task. When that task is accomplished, you may have your life back. Goodbye now, Mr. John Lennon."

"B-But wait!" John cried out as the room began to fade to black again. "What's the task? And what do you mean by my old life?" The room was fully black now. "Come back, you bloody wanker!" John shouted into the inky nothingness.

He experienced the feeling of falling once more, and then he went to sleep. At least, he hoped he did.