Chapter 15 -- Beatlemania!
"So..." The Doctor said. "Where to next?"
Kyra shrugged, walking around the edge of the platform. "I don't know. You always seem to pick the most interesting places."
"I don't know. Last time you drove, we met God."
"Yeah, but if I drove again, we'd probably meet the Devil."
"No, I don't think there's a chance in that."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Watched him die. Almost cleverly escaped, but I watched him die."
Kyra was watching him, wide-eyed. "Cool."
Until moments like that, he almost forgot how young she was.
"Well, how about...Hmm. Sirius Prime?"
"Sure. What's there?"
"Yellow oceans."
"Cool!"
"And you know, I noticed something. You've never suggested going back to Earth. Not even in it's past."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Nothin' I really wanna see. I mean, Mum would kick my ass for not wantin' to witness the crucifixation, but...I mean, I've never even thought about it."
"Well, we could go anywhere."
"Oooh. A Beatles concert?"
"Hmm. Never been to one."
"For real? You've been around for going on ever, and you've never even been to a Beatles concert? Oh, I am so deeply shamed right now."
"Well...up until recently, I've never even heard their music. Knew the history, just not the music."
Kyra gaped at him. "How have you been in England so many times, but never heard the Beatles?"
"I suppose it might be the fact that I'm always preoccupied. Savin' the Earth and all."
Kyra shook her head. "God."
"Well, they weren't that important!"
"They were the Beatles!"
"All of the history, all of the time, and she wants to go to a rock concert."
"Yeah!" She skipped over and punched his shoulder. "Shaped history, they did!"
"Really? How?"
"Oh -- You! They changed music, all over the world! Charles Manson! Beatlemania! Come on!"
"Hmm. Now I'm interested."
"One of the early ones, music was better then. 1963, Liverpool. My granddad went, said it was the best thing ever."
"No, let's not go to that one."
"They played their last concert for awhile in England in Liverpool, '63," she said patiently. "I know not to go to where my granddad was, thanks. I was thinking New York, same year."
"All right, then. 1963, New York, United States, Planet Earth."
A few moments later, the Doctor poked his head out the door. "Hey, Central Park!"
Kyra ducked out after him. "You mean we're actually where we wanna be for a change?"
"Well, we usually end up where we wanna be. Or close to it."
"Do you think we can get tickets."
"Oh, already got 'em."
"We do, do we?"
"Psychic paper, lovely, psychic paper."
TBC...