I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Sorry. I just keep finding these pictures on facebook and Instagram)
"John, put that knife away. You could hurt one of us or even yerself if another quake struck."
"Oh alright." John said folding the knife back up and he put it back in his pocket. "You got lucky this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
"What makes you think theres going to be a next time?"
"Because I'm me. I will hurt you."
"Wait until this is over."
"That's the plan."
Then, Geoeges voice went over the radio. "Ey, John, Paul?"
Paul reached back and grabbed the radio. "Yeh? Find anyone?"
"Yeh. We found Cyn. She's wasn't hurt too bad but she was hurt."
John took the radio from Paul. "Ey could you put her on?"
"Shes asleep at the moment. Ringo told her to get sleep because she hadn't had any. Shes justbeenworried about you and Jules."
"Okay. When she wakes, have her call me."
"Will do."
"Did ye find anyone else?"
"No. Still looking."
"Okay. Where you at right now?"
"Hospital. Where we found her."
"Be safe and let us know if you find anyone else."
John set the radio back on the backpack. "Looks like they're doing better than us. In a little while, we'll make a trip down there."
"Okay. Yer the boss."
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It was just hitting 11am. George had left to get everyone some food. After walking back inside 30 minutes later, he was met with John, Paul and Mike.
"Ey lads. Welcome."
"Ye know, finding everyone is going to take forever."
"I agree. Now, what'd he bring for us to eat?"
"Food. Come on. Ringo's waiting."
They followed George over to where Ringo, Cynthia and Alfred were. As John walked up to Cynthia, George started giving everyone food. There was nothing like eating food at the hospital.
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6 months later..............
Their families had been found within a matter of days. No one had been killed. They all had been waiting for their houses to get rebuilt so they spent the months together in George's house.
Paul and John never stopped their songwriting throughout their time at George's.
The two had stayed on the couch for a while, both deciding to lay on the couch on two different sides. John was reading the paper while Paul was reading what he had written down on paper. So, either way, they were reading a paper.
"Looks like people are getting their normal lives back." John mentioned.
"Not everyone though."
"I know. Just wait a bit. We'll be able to go home soon."
"It might not be soon. It might be several years from now."
"I doubt it would take that long. Maybe another few months. We'll see."
"I just wanna go home now."
"That makes two of us. I'm sure everyone here wants to go home but can't."
