Paul awoke later only having had a few hours of restless sleep. he walked into the kitchen to find George and Ringo sitting at the table sipping cups of tea. George looked up as Paul entered the room.

"want I should pour you a cup?" he asked, rising. Paul nodded, plopping down into an empty chair. George retrieved a cup from the cupboard and poured him a hot cup.

Ringo looked at Paul's deshevled state. "you look awful." he said and continued to sip his tea.

"I feel about the same." Paul ran his hand over his face with a yawn. George set the cup down in front of Paul.

"thanks mate." Paul said, and downed a large swig of tea. George sat back down gingerly. his eyes looked at Ringo, then his watch.

"hey rings, don't you think you should go get John's lazy arse out of bed?" George said slyly.

Ringo nearly choked on the donut he was eating. "really George?" he begged.

Paul nodded understanding. John was a force to recon with in the morning. it would take half an hour to get him up. plenty of time for George to question Paul.

"you know I did it yesterday." Paul joined in, pouring more tea.

"argh. fine." he rose and headed down the hall to John's room. his exit was quickly followed by a shout from John.

George grinned. "he wont be back any time soon."

Paul chuckled, glad to have all his friends he knew so well.

"so did you come up with anything?" George asked. Paul's friends also knew him too well. Paul sighed.

"just a little." he said sheepishly.

"well spit it out then!" George said.

"well it's just..." Paul stuttered.

"do you want to find her?" George asked. Paul nodded his head.

"then you tell me." George said. He crossed his arms waiting.

"well..." Paul started. "it's a bit of a song, you see." Paul explained, scratching his head, wondering if this would really be helpful

"a song?" George asked. Paul sighed doubting himself. George noticed his worry. "It's alright, I'm just trying to confirm. what about the song?"

"In the dream she always sings it, but i could never remember it after." Paul's frown changed to a grin. George smiled back at him.

"But you did this time, eh?" George asked. "Great!" he said before Paul could reply.

"Yes, I've been thinking and I might can show you." Paul said. "Let me get my guitar." He stood and ran to the other room. George sat finishing off his tea, when he suddenly remembered Paul had left his guitar in John's room. Paul walked back in clutching his guitar, covered in feathers.

"Must be getting ugly in there." George said with a laugh. "Go on, show me the song."

Paul sat and began playing. "I don't know the words, but i'll sing the tune." George listened carefully, he wasn't familiar with the little tune, but he kept trying to place it somewhere. It was a sad, yet beautiful song, staying mostly in G. George look up when paul had finished.

"sorry but i don't think i've heard it." he said frowning. Maybe the song was one of Paul's own, like yesterday. Paul frowned looking back down at his guitar.

"Well I have."

George turned around with a jump, John was leaning against the counter eating a donut. George had been so entranced by Paul's song he hadn't noticed John walk in. He looked back at Paul, from his look of surprise he hadn't noticed him either.

" 'ave you, John?" Paul asked seriously.

" 'course I 'ave. Don't you remember?" John looked between the two lads.

George shook his head. "Enlighten us."

John Grinned and changed his voice, imitating a history professor. "This song is an example of French-Canadian patriotism, often heard through out Quebec." he grabbed another donut.

"French-Canadian patriotism?" Paul asked still confused.

John laughed. "It's a folk song, often sung by children and fair eyed maidens." He batted his eyelashes.

a folk song? George thought. he looked at Paul, who stared off for a moment. "That's it George!" He jumped up, and grabbed his friend.

"In Quebec, back in sixty-four!" He Grinned madly. "You're brilliant John!"

"Just doing my service." John said with a goofy bow. "Glad you finally came around."

George was still confused. "How did you know all this John?"

"Ya see, there we was me and him after the show taking a smoke, when he sees this bird singing. Mesmerized he was." John laughed. "I say why doesn't he go give 'er a pull, but then some posh bird comes and drags 'er off before he can make a move." He started to Pour himself a cup. "Tea? we got any coffee? he opened the pantry and started digging around. Paul grabbed George and dragged him out of the kitchen into his room.

"We gotta go find her George!" Paul pleaded.

"Of course we will." George said. "but how?"

"Quebec is on our next tour!" Paul said Excitedly.

"Really?" George asked. "That's Fantastic!" He clapped Paul on the back.

"Just a month of U.S. tours first." Paul sighed.

"Don't worry We'll make it there."


Thanks everyone for the positive response! I Hope you enjoyed the chapter. And YES, her song really does exist! P.M. me and I will let you know what it is. Review! -Celeste