AN: I don't own The Beatles in any way shape or form. Thank god for them. This is purly crack that I am blaiming my sister for. Please don't hate me too much.
As Ringo is waking for the day, in the room he shares with George, he has this terrible feeling. Moments after this thought passes George shouts "RINGO GET THE KEYS WERE GOING TO MEXICO!"
George bursts into the room with a look of horror on his face, grabs Ringo by the arm and heads to the garage.
"George wha-" Ringo starts to ask.
"Not now Ringo we gotta go." George shoves him into the passenger seat then jumps into the drivers seat.
"George what in the bloody hell is going on?!"
George turns to Ringo slowly, hands on the wheel in a death grip "John had a feeling."
Ringo pales dramatically "Floor it, floor it, floor it, floor it!"
As they back out of the driveway the tires squealing, Ringo, unknowingly echoing John, asks "How are we getting to Mexico? Aren't we in England?"
Swerving to miss the mailbox George answers "We'll figure it out when we get there Ringo, we'll figure it out when we get there."
All that is left on Ringo's mind is 'I hope Paul makes it out of this feeling alive.'