Norwegian Wood

"You mean, like supernatural interventions and God 'n all that?" A breathless whisper.
"Like a trip through time" replied the pair, at the same time.
"You can't be serious" John laughed, too loud, the sound startled a nearby family of magpies in a tall oak, settling in against the autumn wind. But his disbelief held no weight. Just as the Beatle reached for the last prophecy, the future, a familiar pair of hands obscured his vision, one over each eye.