the Fab Four in Future

9

they had been in 2016 for one day now. one day in hell.

they woke up and went downstairs, into the club again. the barkeeper, named Jeffrey, gave them some breakfast.
he looked at them weirdly.
"Jenny said that you guys are from the past", he said.
he sounded angry, someway.
"we are The Beatles. we used to live in 1964", John said. "who's Jenny?"
right at that moment the girl came inside.
"did someone mention me?" she asked and smiled.
"you are awake early", John said.
"yes, I just am back from fishing", she replied.
"fishing?" John asked and tried not to laugh.
she didn't seem like a person for fishing to him.
she nodded. "I know, weird hobby. I also am a scientist and I play the citar", she said.
"a scientist?" Paul repeated surprised.
"yeah."
he looked at the other lads.
"maybe she is just the person that we need", he whispered.
"d'you think so? a young weird fishloving citarcreepy scientist?" John asked.
"a scientist, John. maybe she knows a way to get us back to 1964!"
"do you think that she is really that clever?"
"this is 2016, John. haven't you seen those weird wireless pocket phones? and those huge thin screens?"
"yeah, Johnny, you want to go back to 1964 too, don't you?"
John sighed. "fine, ask her. but I do wanna know more about this time. I've seen a statue of me!" he said.
"okay, you can explore the city, if you want", Paul said.
"okay awesome. are you coming, Ringo?" John asked.
Ringo held up the book. "I have to read this!"
"good boy, Richard!" George said and hit him on his shoulder friendly.
"Richard?" Ringo said surprised.
"yes, your name."
"oh."
"I will go with her, do you think you two can manage?" Paul asked.
Ringo and George nodded.
he walked after her inside her room.
she really was a scientist. there were microscopes and test tubes everywhere with blue, green and purple liquids in it.
"where is this all for?" Paul asked.
"oh, I'm just mixing things, see if something will happen", she replied. "now sit down and tell me everything that happened to you."

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George was sitting next to Ringo, who was reading the book. he was a bit bored.
"Ringo, you should stop snorring", he said teasingly.
"I don't snor", Ringo replied, continueing with reading.
"yes, you do."
"no, I don't."
"definately, you do snor."
"that's not true", Ringo said.
George giggled. "well, one look at your nose will tell you, you do snor", he said.
"what is it about my nose?" Ringo said and looked up from the book.
"uhh, nothing, don't worry, Rings", George said.
he was just bored.

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John walked towards the statue. it really looked like him!
god, he wished he had such a pocket phone so that he could take a picture, just like all the other people...