-Prologue- I heard voices, familiar British voices. And foot steps like someone was passing. "Roger what did you do?" That voice? "I didn't do anything Freddie! Bri was talking to her!" The high pitched tone, Freddie? THE Freddie Mercury was talking right now? "Well Bri, what did you say to the poor dear?" Freddie called ME dear! "Well, I was walking out of." A long groan rang out. "Yes, we know that part, now how did she come about?"Brian sighed. "She was walking around looking confused. I asked her why she was back here. She said that she was lost, that everything looked strange to her. When her eyes met mine she shuddered a lot." "Well look at her top she's a fan!" That new voice? "Obviously Deaky! She's here for the show!" Roger spat. Fred exhaled. "We should just ask her why she came when she wakes up and." Freddie stopped because my alarm went off playing Killer Queen. "Where is that coming from?" Brian asked. "From in her bag!" Roger called. "Don't go snooping!" Brain snapped. "Yea mum!" Roger snickered. The sound got louder telling me he did 'snoop'. "What is this...Thing?" Freddie asked. "It's a bomb! She wants to kill us!"Roger and Freddie screamed. I heard a thud. "Calm down!" Bran yelled. "I-I don't think it is, look." John said softly. "Our picture!" I blushed. "I don't remember taking that photo?" Freddie said confused. It's from 1989. I opened my eyes seeing the guys looking at the phone. "It-it's a cell phone. I phone actually." I gulped when my eyes locked with Freddie. A man I thought I'd never meet. "Hello." He patted my hand. " How are you feeling?" I knew it was all real from his touch."Oh Freddie!" I squeaked and hugged him. He chuckled. "Why are you here?" Roger asked with an edge to it. "Um." Would they believe I'm from 2019? I know for a fact I'm not anymore do to Freddie in front of me.
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