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What would happen if John Lennon survived the shooting and the shooter was never caught? John and his closest friends must find him before he is killed off for real. can they do it? read and find out! A lot of stuff in this story will be...
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(George looks comfy)
As soon as John had got to the entrance of the building, he took one look outside and immediately took a deep breath.
After taking a step out, he stepped back in again.
"I can't do it."
"Yes you can. There's no one out here."
John tried again and took a step out again. He waited for a moment before taking a second step.
"John, yer not going to get hurt. Ye'll be fine."
"I think this is all too much."
"Come on. nothing is going to happen."
"Stop saying that. Yer making me nervous all over again."
"Sorry."
John took a few more steps before reaching outside.
"Last time I did this, I had no idea what was coming to me."
"Don't think about it. Right now, I'm doing this so you can forget for a few hours."
"Good luck with that. It's literally all I can think about."
"As I said, that's why I'm doing this."
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After crossing the street, they got to the park and started walking on the sidewalk.
"Did Paul sat where he was going to be?"
"No. I told him we were going to find him."
"Great. I don't want to find him. I just want to go home."
"No. You weren't even out here for 2 minutes."
"I know. But it's all just too much. I can't breathe out here."
"Okay. Okay. We'll head back in. This is a start."
John nodded quickly and the two made their way back to the apartment.
"I'm sorry George. But I just couldn't do it."
"I know. No need to apologize. We'll try again later."
"Okay." John said under his breath. "Not any time soon."
"We will try again this evening."
"I'll just flip out again. Ever since I stepped a foot out there, my hands haven't stopped shaking."
"We will take it one step at a time."
"Okay................"
"Go calm yer nerves. I'll meet the other two and let them know that yer not coming."
George left again and went back to Central park. Now he had to find out where his friends were. After walking for a good fifteen, minutes, he found them talking as they sat on a bench.
"Hey guys."
"Ey. Glad at least one of you could join us."
"He tried to leave but his anxiety took over and had to go back. Anyways, wanted to let you know that he won't be joining our party right now."
"Okay. Understandable. So, what now?"
"Well, try to get him out of the apartment."
"How?"
"I don't know. He's going to try again this evening with the help of me."
"Wait, which entrance did you come out of?" Paul asked.
"The same one he always goes through."
"Stop going that way. could have triggered his anxiety. find another way."
"Okay. I'll try to do what we already tried to do. I'll take him here."
"Good choice...............anyone up for a late lunch? I'm paying............" Ringo said.
