"Yoko still the controlling twat she was?" Julian asked.

"Fuck you Julian, your mother believes in witches! Can you believe that? God damn fucking witches! Always thinking Dad and her were going to get back together, she is a lunatic Julian." Sean yelled back in response. Tempers were rising.

"Me Cyn? Believing in witches? Nah..." John trailed off in thought.

"Just listen to Two Virgins. Yoko warped my poor dad's mind." Julian paused. "It's because of her, Me and Dad didn't' get along. You got everything you wanted. I had to buy most of Dad's stuff to even remember him by."

"I didn't even know him." Sean said pointing to John who was sitting off in the corner. "We better stop fighting now, Julian.. Some things are going to be said that he shouldn't hear. He wouldn't want to hear." Sean sighed.

"Yeah, yeah." Julian said calming down. "Yoko is still a controlling twat, though." The fire started again.

"Can you even control yourself?" Sean yelled.

John was now paying attention to the fighting now going on. They would make a good radio show he thought, even a good T.V show. John wished he had some siblings to fight with. Of course he had half siblings from his mother Julia, but after she died he really never saw them again. That's why he had good old Paul of course.

"Why don't one of you go to the telly and call them? I would like to meet them. You made me so damn curious about them." John paused waiting for an answer. "Fine be Irish mules. I call them me self, I bet then they would be surprised." He said laughing.

The fighting stopped, and thinking process was necessary.

"If they do come down here, it has to be separate times." Julian said thoughtfully.

"We don't even live here. Remember we were kidnapped. I don't even know where we are at the moment." Sean said. "Kidnapper dude! Come here." He yelled.

"Yes?" The man said opening the door.

"We want Yoko and Cynthia to meet me." John said. "Can you make that happen?"

"I can make almost anything happen. It would have to be here though. We don't want you being killed. That could...no would mess up a lot of stuff. Little Sean here wouldn't be even thought of if you were killed now." The man said with a chuckle.

"That would be scary." Sean said out loud.

"Hey! I wouldn't mind. I would get all the money I was suppose to get then." Julian kidded.

"What about Paul and Richard?" Sean asked ignoring Julian's comment.

"Sooner or later they will meet John." The man said.

"What about Elton? Elton is Sean's godfather and all." Julian said.

"May I remind you only you two guys will keep you memory. The rest will be erased. Including John's memory." The man said.

"What? Then what's the point?" Julian said.

"Their reactions brother, it's going to be hilarious." Sean smiled.

"This is important! They are going to see somebody they haven't in a long time Sean." Julian said.

"I died, didn't I?" John said quietly. "How old was I?" Silence filled the room. John waited.

"You were forty Dad," Julian whispered. "You were shot four times in the back right in front of your apartment. One bullet missed you. The man who killed you was Mark David Chapman. One thing I feel sorry for is that Yoko was there and saw it all. A horrible thing to go through." Julian said.

"I was only five when you died. I barely remember you Dad." Sean said to add. "You were going home to say goodnight to me. I'm so sorry."

"Why?" John asked simply.

"The man was crazy. Personality disorder., He is still in jail on parole. I highly doubt he will ever get out." Julian fumed.

"I have sixteen years left. Sixteen." John whispered. "That seems so short now."

"It's fine Dad. May I remind you, you won't remember none of this." Julian said.

"I know now though." John sighed audibly. Sean then walked over and then held his Dad's hand.

Cynthia was sitting with John.

"You're old Cyn." John said with a glint in his eye.

"Of course I am John." Cynthia looked down. "I missed you for a long time. Ever since you left me. It was so hard. You cheating on me with so many."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the jerk that I am." John said. "I don't deserve you. You know we are still together right now. When I get home, I promise to say I love you."

"Oh John! It won't change anything. Nothing it will." Cynthia said. "It won't, you were meant to be with Yoko. It's hard to admit that. For some reason you loved her more than you ever did me. I've been living with that ever since 1980." Cynthia said with a tear falling down her face.

"I always thought we were going to get back together. Maybe that you could be the father Julian wanted so much. God John. We were sweet hearts. I should have been smart. We should have. The only reason you married me was because I got pregnant." Cynthia sniffed. Her wrinkled hand touched John's young ones.

John then felt a sense of guilt. Extreme guilt. Cynthia then got up and kissed John on the cheek.

"I love you Cyn." John said.

"I love you John. Always will." Cynthia replied. With a fleeting glance she looked at John, then left.

Cynthia opened the door and had the man lead her to get her memory wiped clean of the meeting. She would only have a sense of it, like a forgotten dream.

To the dismay of Julian and Sean they could not see the meeting of Cynthia or Yoko. It was supposed to be private.

Julian hugged his mother. "I'm leaving with my mom, personally I don't want to be here when Yoko gets here. Any way I take her out to dinner, so she thinks she came to meet me. Bye Sean." Julian said with a wave of his hand and left with his mother.

About fifteen minutes later Sean saw Yoko being brought forcefully in the room.

"Sean! Thank god. These men came in my house and just grabbed. The security is dumb as potatoes. Why are you here?" Yoko said with the accent that would never leave her.

"Mom there's Dad in the room behind me, from 1964. We want you to meet him." Sean said.

"You believe the load of crap they are giving you? Oh, Sean." Yoko said expressly. Then the door was opened, and the men brought her to the room that held John and closed the door.

"John, is that you?" Really?" Yoko said standing there in her black high heels.

"Yeah it is me. Come over and sit by me." John motioned with his hand.

Yoko then came over and sat on the light blue chair next to John's chair.

"How did we meet, Yoko?" John asked, being curious.

"i was an artist, who wanted funds. You happened to help me after my efforts." Yoko said.

"When did we...uh you know." John said almost chuckling.

"At first we were friends, nothing physical. Then towards the end, we did John." Yoko said. "I have missed you John, I'm sorry for cremating you. Oh I am, I know you didn't want to be burned. I should have buried you, but it's a waste of space you know. "I thought you would like not to take up space you did not need." Yoko apologized.

"It's okay Yoko, you're old too. I wish I can grow old, but I won't." John said forlorn.

"You must be clueless. You don't even know me. I'm just a stranger to you, aren't I John?" Yoko said.

"I have a weird feeling you won't be for soon." John said smiling.

"I never got your jokes John." Yoko too smiled for the first time.

"Yoko touched his cheek, then kissed him on his forehead. "Bye John, I think they want me to go," She said hearing the knock on the door. "Love you John."

"I will soon love you." John said, starting to love her already.

Then she left also, and John was left alone in the room.