Bogg agreed that it was time to leave. Before they left, though, they watched the Von Trapp walk up that big moutain.

In just a few minutes, they were back in London. Just like that.

Jeff sighed as he brushed his pants. Bogg got up and looked at the omni, which was blinking like crazy.

"Red?" Jeff wanted to know.

"What else is new?" Bogg moaned. Honestly, he was exhausted from that time in Austria with the Von Trapp family. Emotionaly, he was a mess.

"I wonder what's going on here?" Jeff was saying.

"You're the book in pants, kid."

Bogg didn't mean to sound rough, but he was tired inside and out.

Jeff sighed. "Guess we'd better get walkin,"

Soon, they saw two men infront of the pub. One smaller than the other and clearly confused.

"Wonder what they're talkin about," Bogg said.

"I don't know, Bogg. But, that tall guy sure looks like Drake!"

"You gotta be kidding me?" Bogg squinted his eyes. It was getting dark and he could bearly make out the images.

But, he had to admit, the boy was right. He had hoped he never saw Drake again, espcailly since he was totally worn out.

"Jeff, stay put." Bogg warned.

"Why? I wan't to go with you--"

"NO. I don't want you near Drake. I'll take care of him. When you see me leave with Drake, go to the other guy."

"Got ya," Jeff nodded.

Jeff watched Bogg go to Drake and pull the other Voyager away from the man. That was Jeff's cue.

The other man watched the two strangers leave down the street and saw a young boy come up to him.

"My, this has been an eventful night!" he told Jeff.

"Sir, would you happen to be Brian Epstiene?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, I am."

Jeff smiled.

"Could you tell me, sir, what that other man was talking to you about?"

"Well, he was telling me not to go in there. That the band that I was going to listen to could ruin my reputation."

Jeff grinned. Leave that for Drake.

"Well, sir, I can tell you that that man was lying to you. The band in there is going to change history of music the way we know it. I can tell you, also, that they are going to make a name for you!"

Brian Epstiene looked over to the door.

"Are you certain?"

"As sure as I'm standing here," Jeff nodded.

"Well, as long as you're certain, I'll go in. But, what if I DON'T like them?"

Jeff smiled. "Trust me, you will."

Jeff watched the man in his early fourties walk into the pub and could hear the future Beatles sing.

Suddenly, he remembered about Bogg and Drake. He turned and saw Bogg wrestling with Drake on the pebbled street.

Jeff ran to the two fighting men. He tried to grab Phineas's arm, but the men rolled to fast.

"Bogg! Stop! Let the headquater's police handle the creep!"

Phineas heard his boy's words, but he couldn't stop punching the man he learned loath. He felt each knuckle give way as he hit the other man's face or stomach, but he didn't care. He felt shear pleasure in doing so.

Suddenly, he felt an arm---one stronger than Jeff's---pull on his own.

"Release him, sir. We'll take care of the bloke,"

At that, Bogg stopped pounding on Drake and looked at Jeff. The boy was in tears and his heart went out to him.

He knew Jeff rarely saw him act this way and probably scared the kid to death when he did! But, just seeing Drake make his temperature rise.

Bogg went to Jeff and the boy threw his arms around him. "Oh, Bogg, I didn't know what to do!"

"It's okay, kid. I'm sorry," Bogg burried his head into Jeff's hair and allowed the tears to flow.

They stayed like that for about 15 minutes, allowing the tears to flow and hold on tight to eachother. This is when Bogg felt closer to Jeff, when they shared tears and hugged.

Jeff sniffed and looked up at him. "Is the omni green?" he asked.

"Let me check," sniffing himself, Bogg took the omni off his belt and flipped the omni opened.

"Yep, all the way."

"Terrif,"

"Where to, Kid?"
"Let's see. Well, the best concert ever is in New York, Shea Stadium in 1964."

"Okay, hold on."

The tears had nearly dried when they landed in New York.

NEW YORK, NEW YORK. SHEA STADIUM. 1964

"Wow! This is cool!" Jeff hollered.

They had landed backstage! The crowed was screaming so loud, they could barely hear the music.

"Are concerts supposed to be like this?" Bogg hollered.

"Yeah! That's when they're the best!" Jeff hollered back.

A guard came to them. "Hey, what are you two doing here?!"

"It's okay, Daniel. They're friends of mine," came Brian's voice behind the guard.

The guard left them and Brian smiled.

"I was wondering when I'd see you two again," he looked at Jeffrey.

"You were right, son. People are eating them up! Look and hear the crowd!"

The three looked over to the band. Paul, John and George were bouncing around, like the stage was a trampaline!

"Love, love me do. You know I love you. Looooooove. Love me do." Paul was singing to the screaming crowd.

Jeff looked at his father.

"So, what do you think?" he hollered.

"Ahhhh, I guess they're okay." Bogg shrugged. Jeff gave him a look of shock.

"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding!"

"Ha! Got ya!!!" Bogg smiled and laughed. It was the first time in a long while that he and Jeff had laughed, even if it was at the kid's expence.

"Okay, Bogg, okay. Better than Mozart?"

Bogg nodded. "Yeah, kid. Better than Mozart!"