A/N: Hi! What's up everyone? I'm pretty good- very bored though. I mean all I do is sit home and watch movies and write all day. Although- that's not really a bad existence. Yeah- anyway, let me say that I am completely flabbergasted by your reviews! First of all, 90? For 9 chapters? That's astoundingly awesome! :D YAY! Okay…. Ummm….. What was I saying? Oh yeah, thanks for the reviews because they make me feel awesome and like writing. Which is why I am writing a sequel. Anyway, before I write your ear off, here is my chapter 10. Oh and by the way, get your handkerchiefs out. Cause this is gonna be a sad one. You don't want to get you keyboard wet now do you? Anyways….Here it is:

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In My Life….Stuff Happens: Chapter 10: The Beginning of the End:

I almost fell backwards onto the hard concrete when we landed.

As far as I was concerned, the trip through time took less than a microsecond. One second I was standing in front of the Beatles house in 1965 and before I could say anything, I found myself nearly falling towards the sidewalk. It wasn't like anything I had expected it to be like. The traveling through time, I mean. Usually in movies like Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, you'd be able to see the winding and weaving circuits of time or like in Back To The Future where you'd be in the care and you'd be driving through time and then suddenly show up at your destination. But of course, what I only got was a little bit dizzy and the start of a very promising headache.

Time travel, my ass.

Thankfully, Knox grabbed my arm and pulled me upright before I completely hit the pavement. I rubbed the back of my skull where the headache was threatening to explode from. I had failed to notice that we were standing in the middle of a crowded sidewalk and Knox, always impatient, grabbed my arm and yanked me over into a secluded alley. I half-growled, rubbing my arm where I was sure to have a bruise later on. Did he have to be go goddamn rough? For a moment we stood there in silence, him looking off in the distance and me looking at him, waiting for an answer. When he still didn't say anything, I crossed my arms and gave me foot a little stomp.

"Hello?" I said, the impatience in my voice poking through. "Is your plan to stand here for the rest of the day? I thought we were supposed to go start the mission, not take a little pit stop into some random alley-way!"

Knox slowly turned his head back to me and stared into my eyes for a few moments. I swear to God, I thought he was going to slap me again but he just let out a breath instead and in a low whisper he said,

"Look around."

I nodded and with a roll of my eyes, took a like step from the alley and back out onto the street. The first thing I was assaulted with was the harsh sunlight hitting me square between the eyes. I put my hand over my forehead so I could see better. The sidewalks on either side of the car-packed street was swarming with people going about their business. It was like a huge sea that could make anyone feel like a little fish in a big pond. Or more like a tiny little baby fish in the Atlantic Ocean. The sky scrapers were absolutely huge and tall- and not because I was short, either. Even a tall person would fell tiny in this city. I almost lost my breath for a moment, looking around. I knew exactly where I was. As I stepped back into the alley, I tried keeping my breath steady.

"We're here?" I asked in an uneven voice. I was getting nervous and I could feel my whole body starting to shake. Knox gave a brisk nod.

A business man in a suit walked by the opening to the alley and he threw his newspaper down on the ground. He was too busy looking over some sort of document in his hand to see that he missed the garbage bin by ten feet. I bend down and picked it up, my eyes falling on the date. I nearly dropped the paper to the floor. December 7th, 1980. Whoa- wait a second. December 7th? Knox had brought us to the day before John's murder. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I had one full day to save him. Maybe I could do this after all.

"You brought us to the day before?" I asked, the smile spreading across my face like a knife across soft butter. I couldn't contain my happiness. I felt like I really had a chance to save him now.

"A letter was sent to John Lennon," Knox said in that same solemn voice with the expression to match. "It contained instructions for him to be in that coffee shop in ten minutes." Knox pointed one long, boney finger towards the other side of the street. I saw the small place he was pointing to.

I turned back to him excitedly. "John's going to be there? Now?"

"You must go to him. Speak with him."

"Speak with him?" I echoed, now the uncertainty creeping back into my happy mood. I took a deep breath. "What am I gonna say to the guy? Do I tell him?"

Knox shook his head. "No! You cannot tell him!"

"Then how the fuck am I supposed to save him from dying if I can't tell him anything?"

My voice rose a few octaves when I said that and Knox grabbed me, putting on hand over my mouth and slamming me against the wall. I didn't struggle but I was seething inwardly. I had enough of this slamming into walls and getting slapped around by this guy. If he didn't hold my ticket home, I'd let gladly introduce his family jewels to my ready knee. But since I knew I would never do that to a guy- well unless he really pissed me off, I stopped and waited until Knox removed his hand from my mouth. When he did, I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Was that really fucking necessary?" I asked in annoyance. Knox's eyes darkened considerably and I shrunk back a bit. I really could be too sarcastic and defiant sometimes. I blew out a breath and held up my hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how to go about this."

"Just go. What you need to say and do will come to you."

He pulled me away from the wall and gave me a little nudge to the edge of the alley-way opening. I stood there for a few moments, feeling like I was on the edge of a great precipice. Should I take a step forward or like a coward, should I step back and not continue on? I turned around for once last piece of advice from Knox but he had already disappeared. The bastard, I thought. He was leaving me alone to start probably the most important task I would ever be given in my entire life. But it was now or never. If I didn't go through with this, then John wouldn't get a second chance at life. How many times had I lay awake at night, thinking of ways that his death could be prevented? And now I had that chance. I wasn't about to give it up now.

I quickly crossed the street and then stood for a few seconds at the coffee shop entrance. I took a deep breath, blew it out slowly and pushed open the door.

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(1965- Paul POV)

It was all very sad around the house after we had said goodbye and watched Quinn leave. It was silly maybe, getting this hung up over a girl who we still didn't know too well. And she was a girl from the future no less. But I couldn't help but thinking that she had changed our lives somehow; in a small or big way I wasn't sure and I don't think I would ever find out. There was thing that I knew for sure, though and that was how Quinn had changed John. Of course, he was still the same person. In some way that was good and in others, it wasn't. I can remember when he told us about his future.

We were eating a quick breakfast before heading over to the studio that morning. It was very early and we decided not to bother Quinn. John had been acting strange for a while- more than his normal strangeness. He wasn't making his normal jokes or laughing at something. For that matter, he was hardly even talking. Knowing John for years, the other lads and I knew that John could sometimes fall into certain moods. It wasn't always the best thing to try and get him to talk when he was in a said mood. But that morning, as I sat there, I saw something in his eyes. There was something there that said that he wanted to be asked. He wanted what was bothering him to be known. But he would never say anything himself. I understood right away. After all, he was practically a brother to me.

"What's wrong, Johnny?" I asked. He poked around at his breakfast and shrugged. "Well?"

"Nothing." He looked at me and I could see the defences going up already. He wasn't one to share his feelings easily- no matter if he actually wanted to or not. I didn't believe it and neither did George or Ringo. He tried smiling then. "There's nothing wrong. Bug off!"

"Don't fucking start, John!" I said, snapping a bit. I regretted it immediately and spoke a bit softer. "You can't get by us, you know. Just tell us."

John sighed and shook his eyes. "Remember how Quinn fucked up and said two of us are dead in her time?" I nodded.

"What about it?" George asked, chewing on some toast. Ringo, like myself, silently waited for John's answer.

"Well," John said, sitting back. His gaze was traveling around the room, not quite looking at us. "I asked her the first night if it was me. I knew it was. I just wanted to hear her say it." He laughed but in the most bitter way possible. "Turns out I was right. I snuck into her room the other day. And I found a book on us. I read it."

The kitchen was silent; so silent that if one of us dropped a pin, it would make a deafening sound. The three of us were focused on him, waiting for him to keep going. I wanted to ask him what he had read but deep down, I think I knew. I wasn't sure how or if it was even real, but I felt what he was going to say next. George, always a little more impatient asked what I was hesitant to. I held my next breath, hoping that what I was feeling in my gut was only in my own mind. But I could see it on John's face.

"I started flipping through it," John said with another bitter chuckle. He was twisting and untwisting his hands together in his lap. He was gripping them so hard, his knuckles were beginning to turn white. "I flipped to my own section. Guess what it said?"

"What, John?" Ringo asked when John didn't continue. John laughed again, but it was a scary laugh. It was humourless and filled more with fear than anything else.

"It said 'John Lennon, murdered.'," he said and I felt like a bomb had just gone off. George and Ringo looked equally shocked. John scoffed. "Can you imagine that?"

It was silent again. Neither George, Ringo or myself could say anything. What could you possibly say to that? How could I react to the news that my best friend would be murdered and that I could nothing to stop it? It was like a horrible blow to the stomach, one that sucked all the air out of your lungs and made it difficult to breathe. I could tell that George and Ringo were feeling the exact same way. And then there was John. He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad; he just was. He sat their expressionless.

"John-" I began but he cut me off.

"No," he said. "It doesn't matter. I mean, hey- everyone dies, right? I guess I'll be popped off by some loony!" He tried t laugh, make a joke out of it but none of us laughed. "Oh come on! It's nothing!"

"It's not nothing, John," Ringo said. He looked like he was almost near tears. "It's serious."

John shrugged and stood. "Like I said, everyone dies." He glanced over at the clock. "We better go if we're going to make it on time. You know how Brian gets. I'll leave a note for Quinn."

And with that, he disappeared upstairs without another word about it. The three of us sat at the table, staring at each other dumbly. We were still trying to make sense of what just happened and how John could be so blatant about it. But I suppose that was John. Ever since I'd known him, he had always been the same way. You'd have to pry him open to get at what he was really feeling. That's the only thing that really bugged me about him. If he could get rid of all that he had stored inside of him, he'd have less anger in him.

"What do you suppose we do then?" George asked. He looked very shocked and rattled by this whole thing. Ringo looked cooler; he was always better at keeping calm at things.

"What can we do?" he said and I shrugged.

"It's John," I reasoned. "You know we can't do anything. When he's ready, he'll talk." I looked over at the clock, realizing the time. "John's right, we gotta go. Let's not worry about it now boys."

George and Ringo agreed and I followed them up the stairs. Needless to say, I still had the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I brought myself back to reality when I heard George calling out my name. The eggs I were frying were almost burned now and I quickly pulled them from the stove. George was looking at me with an amused expression. I chuckled but still couldn't help feeling the small anger gnawing at me. George was like a younger brother to me and sometimes I still looked at him like a kid. When he laughed at me sometimes, I couldn't help feel a bit angry. But I pushed that out of the way.

"How's it going, George?" I asked tiredly. I hadn't gone to bed until late last night. When John was in a mood, he usually wanted to write music. He brought me along with him.

"Fine," George answered with a yawn. "John isn't so good though."

I put the ruined eggs down and turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I went to wake him up and he yelled at me," George explained. He had a slightly hurt expression on his face. I knew he knew John's temper by know but he was a sensitive lad and things bothered him.

"I'll go up and talk to him," I said, leaving the eggs on the counter and giving George a pat on the back as I walked past him.

I said 'good-morning' to Ringo as I passed him on the stairs and then made my way to John's room. The door was closed which already was a bad sign. John always slept with the door open, not caring who saw him. Of course, this rule was bent when either of us had a woman over but I knew he was alone in there. I placed my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath. A few seconds later, I walked into the room. John was lying on the bed with his back to the door and the sheets twisted all around him. His eyes were open and he was staring blankly at the wall. I know he heard me but he didn't move.

"John," I said as I walked towards him. I stood at the end of the bed. He didn't answer. I bent down and smacked him in the leg. "John!"

"Go the fuck away!" John growled and kicked my hand off his leg. I was kind of used to this behaviour from him from time to time but it still got me mad. I grabbed the covers from him and yanked them off.

"Get up John!"

John angrily cursed at me and jumped up from the bed. He came to stand in front of me and I braced myself. He wouldn't hit me, I knew that but I still took a step backwards. I knew that Quinn leaving had affected him on top of him constantly thinking of his death. I had to patient with him but it was starting to become a little harder than I thought.

"Can't you leave me the fuck, alone?" he practically screamed. His face was flushed with anger. But I saw the small bit of pain in his eyes. Was it possible that he could get this effected by such a young girl? He was married with a child for Christ's sake!

"No, I can't!" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. "You need to stop acting like this!"

"Like what?" John asked, not bothering to hide his temper.

"We are all upset that Quinn left," I said softly and his anger immediately lessened. His face took on a softer expression and he seemed to calm down. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed. I followed suit. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke.

"It's not just that," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. He sighed and reached to grab a cigarette. He offered me one and then lit it for both of us. He spoke between drags. "I'm just…. I don't know, Paul."

"Don't know what?"

John shrugged. "When I found out that I was going to…. Die….it bugged me. It rattled me, Paul."

I nodded although I couldn't possibly understand. "I know, John. I can imagine. But you don't know for sure…."

John chuckled the bitter chuckle. "It was written in stone, Paul. It might as well been, anyway. There's no escaping it."

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. John finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. He stood and walked to the other side of the room where his guitar leaned against the wall. He picked it up and sat down on the chair near the window. I stubbed out my own cigarette and leaned back against the wall.

"You write something new John?"

He nodded and began to play. I closed my eyes and listened. If he was playing music, I knew he'd be all right. His voice was the only thing that filled the room.

"Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. Heeelp!"

I nodded my head slightly to the music. It was beautiful….

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(1980- Quinn POV)

I was shaking full on by the time I stepped into the restaurant. I had to hold my hand against the wall to make sure I didn't flying into a waitress or something. I scanned the entire place- slowly like you see them do in the movies. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion too which was really weird. It only elongated the feeling of dread and worry I had knotted in my stomach. Then all of a sudden, there he was. My breath stopped when I saw him. He was considerably older and had longer hair. He was sitting in the back booth, staring into his coffee. I made my way over and slid into the booth. With more confidence then I felt I said,

"Well if it isn't the one and only John Lennon!"

John looked up and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. I had to laugh out loud at how funny his expression was. It must have been such a shock to him to see me. I mean, sure it had only been a few minutes for me but for him, it had been fifteen years. It was weird to think about and kind of hurt my head so I didn't bother thinking of it further. I sighed and waited for John's voice to come back to him.

"Quinn?" he finally said. He was still looking a bit freaked.

"The one and only," I said with a chuckle. "I know, it's crazy seeing me here."

"How- how did you get here?," John asked. He was looking more confused by the minute. "The last time I saw you was fifteen years ago…."

I nodded. "Fifteen years ago for you. But for me- well, technically I just arrived here from 1965 about twenty minutes ago."

"Fuck!" He was staring at me in disbelief. It was weird seeing him so much older, especially coming from having spent a week with his younger self. I was dying inside, thinking that this was the day before he was supposed to die. I shuddered.

"I know, it's nuts!"

John suddenly looked confused. "Why are you here? You said you had to go back home."

Oh shit. What the fuck was I supposed to say now? Relax Quinn and think!

I blurted the first thing that popped into my mind. "I wanted to see you. Umm… yeah, I wanted to see you older. I just wouldn't cooperate unless I was brought here."

John smirked. "Oh really? Couldn't resist huh?"

I laughed. "Oh dude, please. You're like forty! And please don't tell me you're still a man-whore!"

"I am not," he said with a loud chuckle. He still had that twinkle in his eyes and damn, he was still really cute. "Well… at least I hope I'm not."

"Well good," I said with a smirk. "Because shit man, you did some pretty whorish things you know?"

"I know." He was smiling sheepishly and I shook my head. This John was so much more happy and more at peace. I didn't sense any anger coming from him like I did when I was with his younger self. It made me happy to see him like this.

"Can I say a few things?"

John raised his eye-brows but nodded. He already looked amused. I grinned mischievously and did a little evil laugh in my mind. This little rant I was about to impart on him would be awesome. I took a deep breath and began.

"First of all," I began with a stern look on my face. "The Jesus beard? Really? John, you looked gross. And being all mean to each other after you guys broke up the Beatles? Shame on you! And honestly dude, the Let It Be period? You guys were so fucking mean to each other! God!" I took a breath and waited a few seconds. The look on his face made me laugh but I struggled to keep a straight face. "All right… now, the good things. The rest of your albums with the Beatles? Fucking brilliant, man! And Imagine? That is amazing! Okay- I'm done."

John blinked a few times as I struggled to catch my breath. Then, a few seconds later, he burst into laughter. It brought back some memories of the old John and his awesome but sometimes scary psychotic laughter. I couldn't help but join and pretty soon, we were gasping for air and wiping tears from our faces. This was just too amazing for words. I was having such a great time with John, laughing happily.

"That was damn funny," he said when he finally caught his breath. "I missed hearing your rants. And for the record, I do regret the beard. It did make me look a little weird, didn't it?"

"Weird?" I echoed, nearly spitting out the drink I had ordered. "You looked like scary Jesus! Okay, imagine having a calendar with pictures of you and that beard? Downright scary it is!"

John laughed. "Well, I'm sorry!"

I started to laugh but the feeling of dread hit me again and I stopped. John looked a bit worried but I told him it was just a bit of stomach pain. I suspected it was Knox, bothering me and reminding me that I was here on a mission. And I knew the mission wasn't catching up or yelling at John for growing that God-awful beard. I mean honestly, he looked so fucking scary! So here it was, the moment I had to try to find a way to save him. I quickly went over what I knew about the say John was killed. He went out during the day and came home at night weher he was murdered by that fucking bastard who shall remain nameless- like Voldemort. Although, Voldemort was way cooler. Then….

LIGHTBULB!

If I could get him away from his house at the time he was supposed to die, then he wouldn't be there when he who shall remain nameless tried to kill him. Now all I had to do was get John away from his house and to somehow get the police to arrest the bastard who was waiting to kill him. And I think I had the way to do it.

"John," I said suddenly and he snapped attention. He had been absentmindedly reading the dessert menu on the table. "Umm… I have to go right now."

"Do you have to?" he asked a bit sadly. "You should come back to the house with me. You can meet Yoko."

Ha, no thanks. Okay, I didn't hate her or anything. But I didn't really fancy going back to his apartment and watching him swoon and stuff.

"No," I said with a smile. "But no thanks. I really do have to go. But how about we meet tomorrow? Like- at night?"

John thought for a moment. He looked somewhat conflicted. "Well… uh… I have to do an interview tomorrow. And uhh… a photo shoot. Then I'm going to be at the studio. I think I should be home around ten 'o' clock."

NO! NO! RED FLAG! NOT GOOD!

"Uh… well… umm…" I was desperately trying to find something to say. He couldn't come home on time or else he'd die! "Listen… um… why don't you come at nine? Umm only because I have to go back to 2010 at ten-fifteen."

It was stupid, I know but it was all I had. John seemed to think about it for a moment, working out a few things in his head. I held my breath as he did so and when he finally broke out into a wide smile, I let the trapped breath go.

"That's fine," John said with that Lennon grin. I couldn't help but melt. Yes, he was 40 and I was 19 but…. It was still John Lennon! "Do you know where I live, then?"

I couldn't help but grin. "Obviously, John."

"Good. Then, tomorrow night. Nine 'o' clock; meet me outside?"

I nodded and stood. "Sounds like a plan."

John stood up and we hugged. It was a tight, warm hug like the one he had given me in 1965. He stood over me, smiling down at me for a moment. I wondered for a spilt second if he would kiss me but I shook that out of my head. But he was forty and that just didn't happen. So I settled for another hug instead, practically squeezing him really tight. He laughed when I finally let him go. I wanted to hug him extra long, just in case I failed.

No, Quinn, please don't think about it. You will not fail!

"So, tomorrow?" John said with a smile.

I smiled and nodded. "You better believe it."

And with that, we said our good-byes. I left him sitting back in his booth as I walked out of the coffee shop. I looked across the street into the alley Knox and I had first arrived in and I saw him standing there. I didn't think about it or ask any questions, I just crossed the crowded street and walked into the alley. Knox looked a bit disturbed, like he was hearing something that I couldn't hear. I predicted that he was getting instructions from the powers that be. Or the time travel group he was a part of. I stood, catching my breath from having dodging a yellow cab across the street.

"That was good," Knox finally said and I jumped. Him suddenly talking out of nowhere scared me. "But it's time to go."

I stared at him with my jaw practically hitting the ground. Was this guy fucking serious? I had just gotten here and was only starting to get my plan into action. And Knox wanted to leave? Oh, hell no!

"Go where?" I asked incredulously. I was this close to blowing my top and going all psycho-bitch on him. I wasn't mean but when I got over-stressed or over-pissed- oooh you better watch out!

"We are going to tomorrow."

Wait- what?

"We are going to tomorrow," Knox repeated, no-doubt reading my mind. God, I really fucking hate it when he did that. I mean, there is such a thing as privacy! Knox cleared his throat to get my attention. "There is no point in staying and waiting an entire night and day. We will time travel and arrive tomorrow night, an hour before you have arranged to meet John."

"What?"

I felt a little dizzy, then like the whole world was beginning to close in on me. It was all coming at me so fast and now that I knew I was going to the exact moment I was sent here to prevent, it scared me. Knox could sense how I was feeling and he grabbed onto my arm to steady me. I looked up at him, suddenly having a strange feeling of calm falling over me. I looked up at Knox and I could feel my eye-brows knit together in confusion.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, the strange calm making me feel funny.

Knox almost smiled. "We have powers other than time travel. We can read thoughts and control emotions."

Okay, was it just me or did his time travel group have the powers of the Cullen family? I mean Edward and Jasper…. Pretty soon I'm gonna find out that he has super strength and can see the future.

Oh God, that'd be weird.

"Give me your hand," Knox said with a gruff tone. "We have to hurry if we want to get there on time."

I nodded nervously and put my hand into his. In order for me to save John, I had to get there on time. I needed to call the police and convince them to arrest the idiot bastard who is going to kill John and then I had to get John safely away from his house until December 9th. Because if John made it to December 9th, then he would be saved and I would have completed the mission successfully. And I had to, for John. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the time travel.

BAM!

I landed against the wall, hard. I was coughing and sputtering, trying to catch my breath because it had been knocked out of me. At first, I was disoriented. The time travel was almost instantaneous and painless but for some reason, I was thrown into the wall instead of landing on my feet. I looked around crazily but I couldn't find Knox. I stood suddenly and looked around.

Holy fuck! OH MY GOD!

I was completely and totally, 100% on my own.

It was completely dark outside and I found myself in another alley. I ran out, frantically searching around for something that looked familiar. I almost screamed out loud when I didn't recognize anything. I was totally lost and the clock was working against me. I saw a cop car parked on the street and I thanked God as I ran toward it. The burly, moustached police man that sat inside was munching a doughnut and reading a magazine. I know I must have looked completely crazed but I couldn't worry about my looks right now. I had one thing on my mind- saving John.

"Officer!" I said, my breath ragged. "Please- what- what time is it?"

The officer looked startled but he saw the desperation in my eyes. "It's… 9:15."

"What?" I almost fainted. I wanted to scream, to throw-up but I had to hold it together. With renewed determination, I banged on the car door, causing the officer to jump. "How far is the Dakota building?"

"About…. Ten blocks that way," replied the officer, pointing in the direction I should go. I almost screamed and fainted. I could have stayed and asked for a ride but I didn't have time for the argument and I didn't have time to explain.

"Officer! Get on your radio thing! There's a man… at the Dakota building…. He has a gun! He's going to kill someone! "

The officer looked at me like I had lost all of my marbles. But I was so past desperate that I screamed shrilly and kicked at the car door. It only scared him more and he was beginning to get out of the car to try and restrain me. I screamed again and took off like a shot down the street. Running and catching John before the evil bastard was my only hope now. I regretted it now that I had not been much of a runner. But I was not going to give up because I could barely breathe and my lungs were on fire. I had to save John.

As I was running, a multitude of thoughts were barrelling through my mind. I thought about John young and how vibrant and amazing he had been. I thought about how he played music and wrote songs and lived life. I thought about him when he was happy and how amazing it was talking to him in the restaurant. And then I thought of when he was stoned and he had cried because he was scared. I thought about him having to live his life knowing that one day he was going to not only die but get murdered. I thought about the look on his face when I told him that he was going to die and I knew I couldn't let it happen. I would not let it happen.

As I rounded the last corner after the tenth block, I saw the Dakota house come into view. I almost cried with relief for a second, just because I had gotten there. But then I saw it. And I almost stopped dead in my tracks. But I still had to press on. If I screamed or got there in time, John would be okay. I ran and ran and ran and I was only about fifteen feet away. The evil bastard who shall remain nameless lifted his arm and pointed the gun at John. John didn't even have time to react.

"JOHN! STOP! NOOOOOOOOO!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man moved backwards into the shadows and John collapsed to the ground and slowly crawled away into his house. I fell to my knees, gasping and crying and hyperventilating. It was over, he was dead! I failed. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I felt my breathing getting more ragged and suddenly, I couldn't breathe at all. I fell forward into the darkness.

And all I saw was black.

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A/N: Holy shit. This was the longest and hardest chapter to write for this story. And for the record, I am so sorry for having it end this way. As much as I would love to save John, I knew it just couldn't be done. It did physically hurt to write this chapter and now I feel completely drained. There is only one more chapter left and then this story is finished. But don't fret, the sequel with the Beatles coming forward in time will come soon. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think. And no yelling, okay? Thanks. Review. - Addie