He had never been one to let strangers take a ride with him. Of course not, he was a Beatle. He couldn't be so careless. But it was freezing. And raining. And she looked so lost and alone. So, he pulled over to the side and honked the was the biggest mistake of his life, and probably the last. The woman in the blue dress climbed in and thanked him. When he asked her where she was headed it happened. Suddenly, the car filled with screams of joy, and he was being torn at by the woman. She didn't mean to, but it had all happened so fast. She yanked the steering wheel, causing them to be flung into a wall. The passenger side was the only way out, so she ripped out as fast as she could. "GET ME OUT! HELP! GET ME OUT!" he yelled as the car took to fire. She screamed as his hair caught fire, and he also screamed, but in agony instead of terror. She tore down the street as fast as her legs would take her. "HELP! HIS CAR IS ON FIRE!" she screamed. But then the car exploded. The boom could be heard from Abbey Road studios, but they assumed it was a dumpster or something. She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands, crying un-controllably. The black van pulled to the studio as the three Beatles left. A man in black stepped out, ordering them to come with him. They did, and when they got to the scene they were shown the body. and the head. No hair, two teeth(molars tearing through flesh), one eye. But it was him. "Looks kinda like a walrus, don' 'e?" the man known as Maxwell asked, careless to the fact that their friend lay lifeless on the kip. "I am the walrus!" John yelled, and exploded on the man. "I AM THE WALRUS!"But George only stood there, looking into the face of the friend he once had. The other Beatle put his arm around George's shoulder. "Paul is dead." was all Ringo could say, but it was enough.