Dear Readers: I'm going to try a POV type story for the first time, so I'm sorry if it's a little bad.

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Dhani:

Of course. I'm the one who warns Sean that messing up the past will screw up our present, so I end up messing up the past! I should have seen it coming, but it's probably my fault for agreeing to go with Sean to travel around London.

As I was thinking this all over, 1969-Ringo was still trying to figure out who I was.

"You really look like my mate, ya' know."

"I get that a lot. Now, I sorry to be rude, but I'm running after my friend, so…see ya'!"

And I ran off in search of Sean before he did more damage. But since I ran into 1969-Ringo, I had completely lost him, and I didn't know his cell-phone number. Actually, I didn't even know Paul and Ringo's cell-phone numbers, and I didn't know where we were staying in this town.

I'm lost in 1969 London, and I had possibly messed up my present after two hours in the past.

I'm doomed.

Paul:

I don't think that Theo was getting anywhere in figuring out how to get back home. But on the other hand, he only started looking 30 minutes ago. Well, we did need to get home. Then again, he didn't have a lot of time.

I need to stop arguing with myself. Maybe talking to Ringo will take my mind off things.

"Hey, Ringo."

He looked up from his drumming on the counter. "Yeah?"

"Do you remember the times we had here in London?"

"Course I do. The recordings in Apple, the places we hung out at, running into…." Then he stopped, lost deep in thought.

"Running into you?"

"I think I ran into Dhani in 1969."

Uh oh.

Sean:

So I had found Abbey Road, but no Apple Records anywhere. Maybe I had the address wrong.

Then I remembered. Apple Records wasn't in Abbey Road; it was either near here or nowhere near. I didn't have a clue.

I started back to the inn. Luckily I have a great memory, so I knew the way back to the place. I just hoped that Dhani knew the way back to.

Speaking of Dhani, where was he? He should have caught up with me by now, unless he lost me or bumped into someone.

He probably bumped into someone, because there was no way he would lose me.

I should have asked for his cell-phone number before we got on the plane.

So I walked back to the inn. I didn't see Dhani on the way back, so he must have gone back too. After 10 minutes, I had just shut the door to our room, when Paul began asking me some questions.

"So Sean, Ringo says he remembers running into Dhani 40 years ago, or right now. Care to explain?"

So Dhani ran into the past Ringo.

Go figure.

Then Ringo spoke up, "Speaking of Dhani, where is he?"

Oh man. Where was Dhani?

"Uh…I think I lost him."

Dhani:

I've been trying to find the inn for 20 minutes, and now I'm more lost.

Had I gotten anywhere? No. Had I been able to find Sean after going to Abbey Road myself? No. Had I messed up my present anymore? No, but that was a good thing. Was I hopelessly lost in 1969 with no way to get back to 2007 or find who I came with? Yes.

One thought I had was to find the others when the Rooftop Concert happens, which I assumed they would go to, but I knew we couldn't be separated for that long.

What am I going to do?

Eventually I walked to a dock. Maybe if I walked along it, I would find the inn.

Ringo:

"You LOST Dhani?"

"It's not my fault!"

"Yeah, it kind of is!

Paul and Sean were like to bullets, they were just firing at each other.

Truthfully, after hearing what happened, I figured it was sort of Sean's fault. But you can't blame him for wanting to see John again. Time to take some action, Richard.

"Look!" That got their attention. "Sean, I know you didn't mean to lose Dhani. And Paul, I know your mad at him for losing Dhani, But right now, we need to focus on finding him, Okay?"

Paul and Sean nodded in agreement. "Okay then. Paul, Sean, do either of you know Dhani's cell-phone number, 'cause I don't."

Silence.

That was not a good sign.

Sean asked the question that we were all thinking. "How are we going to find him?"

Dhani:

So, it's almost dark out, and I have no idea where I am.

I probably should find a place to stay, but I'm too focused on trying to find where I am staying. But I was hungry.

Looking for a place to eat…nothing so far…still nothing…it's all Sean's fault that I'm lost…AHA!

Actually, it's a bar, but it probably serves food. Inside I go.

So I went inside, sat down, ordered, and waited.

Then my day got worse.

"Hello."

I turned and saw someone sit next to me. He looked very familiar. He had long, brown hair, and next to him was a woman who looked Japanese. Then behind him was…Oh no.

He turned and spoke to 1969-Ringo. "You're right, Rings. He does look a lot like George."

First 1969-Ringo, now 1969-John and Yoko.

Why me?