CHAPTER FOUR – THE EGGMAN AND AN EXPLANATION
'What on earth?' Paul said to himself as stood and looked around him. On his left were swings and a strange looking thing that children were climbing on. Young voices surrounded him, teenagers were walking holding hands and adults were ordering ice-creams. He was in a park, more specifically in the children's playground area, which would explain the sand he was standing on. Before Paul knew what to do he saw John and Eleanor sitting on a bench together not too far away and this really made him angry.
'What ya call this then?' Paul said angrily to Eleanor
'What?' She replied.
'This!' Paul said as he gestured to the park in general.
'You'll see soon enough.' Eleanor said with that knowing smile on her face that made Paul go weak at the knees.
'Well where are we then?' Paul said sitting down on Eleanor's other side. John edged away from Eleanor as Paul sat down and Eleanor turned to Paul.
'Well, we're here to find your book.' Eleanor said and Paul laughed.
'Hahaha what? My book? You can't be serious!'
Eleanor looked hurt and Paul stopped laughing.
'No, but seriously how is my book going to be here? I lost it when we were back in the studio I doubt it will be here, wherever this is.'
John looked across the playground and noticed George emerging from the trapdoor as he had done and he called over to him. 'Hey George!' John shouted. George looked dazed and confused as he looked around him and wandered towards them.
'But, we were on the island? Where is it?' He said as though he were in a trance.
'Just sit down George, I'll explain when Ringo gets here.'
George sat down next to Paul and watched all the people in the park going about their daily business. Then he noticed a girl sitting on the grass doing something George thought was most peculiar. She was holding something against her ear and talking.
'Hey, what is she doing?' George said to Eleanor.
'Who?'
'Her there, sitting down.'
'She's sitting down.'
'I know that but what's she holding?'
'Oh her phone probably.'
'Her phone? Hahahahaah that's a good one Eleanor!' John said as he and Paul laughed. 'How can that be a phone?
'Well, it's a mobile phone.'
'Y'what?' John asked.
'Don't worry you'll get used to it.'
'What ya mean we'll get used to it?' George asked, who was still looking at the girl, not only because she was talking into what Eleanor called a 'mobile phone' but she was also very beautiful.
'George snap out of it!' Eleanor said as she clicked her fingers. 'I mean that things are different here.'
'I never would have guessed!' John said sarcastically.
Eleanor gave him a 'look' and said 'Where is Ringo? He should be here by now!'
At that exact moment Ringo climbed out of the tunnel through the trap door and had that expression on his face that he always had when he didn't understand something. He saw the others and ran over to them.
'But what? Where?'
'Ringo, I will explain now because we are all here. I know you must all be wondering where we are so I will tell you. When we each slid down that tunnel that started on the island we weren't just travelling to a different place, but a different time.'
'Hang on but-' Paul interrupted.
'Wait, let me finish. We are in London, England but not as you know it. A lot of things have changed around here and you'll find that it isn't like the early sixties back home. Whether you'll like it or not I don't know but we aren't here on a leisurely trip, we came to find Paul's book but the journey is just as important as the destination. Now I hope that answers most of your questions and as weird as it sounds every bit of it is true. We must all stick together as our time here in the future is limited and we are all here for a sole purpose so we could do without any of you getting lost.' By this point all four Beatles were staring at her with utter amazement, and neither of them knew quite what to say so they just followed Eleanor as she got up from the bench and started to walk out of the park. 'Oh and I also forgot to tell you all that I urge you to keep a low profile during our time here as you may get recognised.' Eleanor added. 'Recognised?' George asked, 'I thought you said we were in the future? What year is it?' 'Yes George, recognised and yes we are in the future it is 2012.' 'Well, we won't have any problem getting recognised then!' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, everyone would have forgotten about us by no so we should be safe!' 'Ahaha', Eleanor chuckled, 'What a strange thought! Everyone knows who you are even now George, I wouldn't bet on not being recognised, although I do admit anyone who does see you probably won't be able to believe it for a minute because you are so very young! So try to stay hidden alright?' 'Yes ma'am.' John said in a polite voice and bowing as he did which made Eleanor smile.
When they had left the park they crossed a busy street where there were some café's, restaurants and general foodie places. They stopped outside a café and Eleanor said 'this one'. As they stepped inside they sat down at a table and John picked up a menu. 'The Eggman. Funny name for a caff.' 'That's him' Eleanor said pointing behind John and Ringo, who both turned around to see a chef frying up eggs in a pan in the kitchen. 'So he's the eggman eh?' Ringo said. 'Yep, and everybody I know calls him that, heck, I don't even think anyone knows his real name!' 'Well, d'ya ever ask him?' Paul said, combing his hair. 'No I- Oh Paul you just reminded me of something' she said, as she had noticed he was fixing his hair. She reached under the table and pulled out four hats. 'Put these on.' She said. 'Where d'ya get these from?' Ringo asked her. 'Under the table of course.'
Ringo didn't even bother asking any further questions, Eleanor was a complete mystery to him and he personally didn't understand what on earth they were doing here or how they got here but hejust decided to go along with it. 'Try to disguise your voices as best you can too, it will help with the overall image.'
John took what Eleanor said and decided to put it into practice. 'HEY EGGMAN! FIX US UP SOME EGGS WILL YA!' John shouted in a voice that was so very different from his own. 'John!' Eleanor hissed. 'Yes darlin'?' 'What did I say about keeping a low profile? Now keep your voice down or you'll get us all kicked out.' She said angrily but you could tell that she did indeed find it slightly amusing but she was trying not to show it. After they finished their eggs Eleanor said it was time to go so they got up and went. As they walked down the street they passed a post office on the corner which had a today's newspaper on display. 'Hey, er what's this?' John asked Eleanor, pointing to the photograph of the man on the front page with the headline 'Max, the Mad one, strikes again!'
