"Ringo?"

'What?'

"Ringo get up! The floor's filthy!"

'Eww... trying John! Wait! John?!' Ringo's eyes snapped open-of their own volition-and Ringo was looking into the wondering face of his friend John Lennon-short shaggy auburn hair with sideburns and a mustache! A large pair of glasses shielded his eyes but Ringo was looking at the clear as day.

"It has to be a dream..." He whispered and John frowned.

"What's a dream? You know, I had a strange dream. Probably because I ate on an empty stomach."

"John?" Ringo reached up and touched John's face-flesh and blood face! John quirked his eyebrow at the contact and helped the shaky drummer to his feet.

"You okay? Eat to many Unidentified Cupcakes again?"

"N-no! No... just an off day is all..." Ringo muttered, repressing the urge to cry. That wouldn't do now, no... no crying!

"Who's yer friend by the way? Captain of some sort?" John grinned, pointing to the old man in the uniform. Ringo frowned and a name appeared in his head.

"This is Old Fred," He said, "I guess."

"You guess?" John chuckled good naturedly, "Nineteen minutes in and you're already confused?"

"What?" Ringo questioned but he was drowned out as Old Fred begun spluttering and flailing about again, crying random real words now and again such as, "Music!" "Submarine!" and wailing "Blue Meanies!" as John draped a shoulder over his drummer friend and led him a few steps away.

"What do you think?" Old Fred asked as he finished and John just smiled like he understood the whole thing. Meanwhile Ringo couldn't stop staring at him, he looked so young... and alive!

"Hmm, I think it needs rehearsal," John said, completely serious but he turned back to Old Fred and nodded, leading the way towards another door Ringo hadn't seen before. Ringo stood there waiting to be forced away again but this time, he took a step when he wanted to! Smiling with mirth he hurried to follow John and Old Fred, not wanting to lose his old friend again for awhile.

"When do we leave?" John asked, opening the door as a number of doors outside slammed closed.

"Well let's get the other two John." Old Fred said and Ringo nearly stopped again, which would have ended in the door smashing his face. Two?! George and Paul?! GEORGE WAS HERE TOO?!

"What day is it?" John asked, walking a few steps down the hall before turning back and walking towards Ringo as he shut the door.

"Saturday." The drummer answered.

"Then George should be here." John said, pulling open a door and letting the other two look inside. Excited, Ringo leaned in the doorway to see something rather odd: a room reaching higher than he'd seen the house go with screens inset into the high, high walls showing weird images in calming colors and rippling in time with the sitar music playing. The walls were painted with images of sphinxes surrounding George on a throne before a large green Arabian city. The painting George wore a large brown coat with green trimming and black pants, his arms folded and a rather serious expression upon his mustache and bearded face.

Ringo looked up, and high upon a pedestal near the top of the room stood his friend who'd been dead for thirteen years, his shoulder length brown-black hair blowing in a breeze.

"George," Ringo laughed, "What are you doing up there?"

Behind him, he heard a car pass and thinking it was the odd commotions he'd been hearing, Ringo turned back in time to see George drive past in the red car.

"Now what is it Ringo?" He asked and Ringo hadn't realized how much he'd missed the sound of that voice till that very moment, "Is there a matter you'd like to take up?" George honked the horn a few times and drove by again, making for a third time when he stopped before the three, "Or down?"

"Uhh... This chap here?" Ringo referenced Old Fred, thinking that was what was important in this dream. It had just thrown him a major two bones, he could at least reciprocate right?

Old Fred began to flail and sputter again and George just nodded, looking serious if not a little bored, John singing along as Old Fred screamed, "Blue Meanies!"

"Ah you're nuts the pair ah yah!" George replied beginning to drive off and Ringo frowned.

"Isn't that my car?" He wondered as George began to drive back and forth before them aimlessly.

"How you know it's your car?" He asked rather cheekily.

"I'd know it anywhere." Ringo smirked, even though he knew he wouldn't. This was the first time he'd ever seen that car.

"What's it look like then?" George asked as he passed.

"Red with yellow wheels duh."

Suddenly, as George passed by, Ringo blinked and the car was blue with orange wheels!

"I-I mean, blue with orange wheels!"

He blinked again, and the car was now yellow with gray wheels. George stopped in front of Ringo again and pointed a boney finger at his forehead, "It's all in the mind." He said as John began to climb in.

"Come on move over, I'm driving." Ringo said, figuring he couldn't trust this sneaky George much yet and all four of them began to move this way and that about the car. As Ringo began to sit down, John stood and placed his foot on the driver's seat.

"I got in first." He declared and Ringo frowned as George moved to stand in the passenger seat while Old Fred retreated to the back seats.

"No you drive," He said before frowning, like he'd missed something. Everyone glanced at Ringo and he wondered if he was supposed to have done something before George turned back to John, "You sit in the middle."

"I am driving!" John exclaimed before frowning again and looking at Ringo, who realized he was supposed to have said or done something, but what? George shrugged and said, "I'll get in the back then." And climbed over to sit next to Old Fred. John sat down and started the car, pressing down on the gas pedal and beginning to drive.

It was here Ringo remembered John was a notoriously bad driver and realized maybe George had been waiting for Ringo to include his arguments that he should drive if George couldn't drive. He further regretted not insisting he'd take the wheel as John somehow lost control of the car and crashed it into the corner of a wall!

Instead of being hurt, all four of the car's occupants flew from the car and three of them landed nimbly on their feet. Ringo crashed onto his bottom and was helped up by George.

"Thanks." Ringo grinned as he and George brushed himself off and George nodded while John and Old Fred began to run the way they'd come.

"It's all in the mind you know." George said and took off after them. John and Old Fred stopped a few yards away in front of a door, John pulling it open to reveal a bedroom with a large French window. Outside, King Kong was looking in before he reached through, shattering the glass, and closed a hand around a woman's bed. Ringo was about to run inside as she screamed but John just closed the door looking rather bored.

"We... we gotta find Paul right?" Ringo asked, feeling odd as John continued to the next door. He pulled it open but quickly shut it as Ringo heard a train's whistle.

"It's all in the mind." George said again, referring to his head and Ringo frowned.

"Is that all you say?" Ringo asked and George looked at him confused before turning his attention to another door and pointing at it. Ringo walked forward when no one else did and pulled it open, peaking inside to see it was Carnegie Hall, or a hall very much like it.

People were screaming applause for the young performer onstage, who was waving back as he stood beside a piano and flowers and bouquets were thrown in his direction. Ringo quickly shut it and turned to the others in time for George to declare, "Yes they do look very nice don't they?"

"Yes they do." Ringo nodded.

"They do though, don't they?" John agreed.

"Yes they do." George continued.

"No they don't." Ringo said, for the sake of quieting them and went to pull the door open a second time when whoever was onstage beat him to it.

A very young Paul, dressed in a blue shirt and red and yellow striped tie with a buttoned brown jackets and tan slacks strode out, fixing his tie and turning back to catch the bouquet of roses thrown at him.

"What's the matter fellas?" He asked, "Blue Meanies?" He folded his hands, holding the flowers, behind his back and turned to look at them when his face went very pale and his jaw dropped in shock.

"Well lads," Old Fred said, ignoring Paul who fainted, "What do you think?"

"Paul!" Ringo cried, hurrying towards his friend as John and George followed Old Fred down the hall like nothing was wrong, talking amongst themselves and pausing where Ringo guessed he and Paul would have spoken. Ringo shook Paul's shoulder and Paul's eyes snapped open in fright!

"What?! What?! What's going on here?!" Paul cried, frantic as Ringo helped him to his black shoed feet.

"I don't know... I don't understand it either."

"Ringo..." Paul reached out and touched Ringo's mustache, "Yer so young!"

"So 're you Paul." Ringo said and Paul looked down at his clothes.

"Oh my... Ringo... what are we doing here?"

"I don't know-oh! The lads are leaving us! Come on!" Ringo said, taking Paul's arm and pulling him down the hall where their friends and Old Fred walked out the door. They caught up just as Old Fred opened the hatch and John and George strode inside behind him.

"Right then, let's get this vessel ship shape!" Old Fred cried.

"We're in the Yellow Submarine! Ringo! The Yellow freakin' Submarine!" Paul exclaimed, dropping his flower bouquet and looking around in a mixture of fright and amazement.