Despite saying that she had no place to go, the two returned to her apartment in London. The cool air around them was soon warm and full of a certain tension. Upon entering the apartment, the two wandered into Akemi's room, shutting the door and locking it behind them.

That night was full of passion, the tension being relieved as the two made love…

Has 57821 been found yet?

"Yes sir, but…"

But? You constantly fail me! Find her, and kill her lover!

"Sir…there are two…"

W-What! Kill them both! I need Cyndi! I need her dead!

"Isn't this a bit foolish of you, sir..? Just because she broke your heart…"

We were going to be the power couple of the demon world! Of Metropolis! If I can't have her, no one can! She ran away from ME. Cyndi Mayweather is MINE.

"You've done it this time, McCartney…"

"Did I?"

"George is probably sleepin' with ye bird now."

To be completely honest, Paul was surprised that his best friend – John Lennon – even had the time to come to his flat and speak to him. He had always been around Yoko, that's all he ever did. She was always by his side, at the studio, hell – they probably even used the bathroom together – he didn't doubt it.

But John would always be his best friend, nothing would ever change that.

"…I can't blame 'huh. I was an asshole."

"That you were. You basically said she wasn't normal. What do you expect from 'huh, Paulie? You met her a year ago, you expect 'huh to be the same, little innocent bird from back then? Naïve? She's just as normal as Jane was. You and Jane bickered, nonstop, admit that. You and Akemi belong together. She completes you. Like Yoko completes me."

Paul cringed slightly at the mentioning of his lover, Yoko. "What's up with us and small, cute Japanese women – huh? Paulie…" The narrow nosed male laughed a hearty laugh.

"True. But…how do I apologize to 'huh, John? I mean, lookit – she's gone off with George, and like you said, she's probably slept with him by now."

"Don't hold it against 'huh. She'll probably feel guilty about it later…" John warmly smiled, patting his best lad on the shoulder, "Just love 'huh unconditionally. And the thing is…"

He grabbed onto Paul's hand, "...from the moment she met you, all she probably wanted to do was hold your hand. She wanted to hold your hand, Paul," He made a pun of their own lyrics.

"So as soon as she comes back, smile, and just hold 'huh hand…"

This made Paul grin from ear to ear, "You're right."

"Of course I am, whenever have I been wrong?"

Paul's face soon returned to the straight frown that it was, "Thanks for ruining a moment, John…"

"No problem, Macca."

The two then busted out into fits of laughter.

Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, even though it's breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by…

Akemi listened to the small radio that was playing in her room. Her gaze wandered to the window, and she noticed how dark it was outside. The night had taken over, and it just hit her? She was really out of it, wasn't she…?

In the darkness, she looked out of the corner of her eye to see George lighting up a cigarette and taking a small puff. How cliché. She smiled a little and then ran her fingers through her now wavy, matted hair.

"George…"

"Hm?"

"…Thanks."

"For wha', Akemi?"

"You know!" She pushed him a bit, her small hand making contact with his large, boney shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, 'Kemi…"

"But you do know…-"

She didn't even have to finish her sentence before he ended up finishing it for her, "…You'll be returning to Paul as soon as this is over. Yes, I know…"

"And you've got to return to Patti…"

A still silence between them occurred,
If you smile, through all fear and sorrow – smile and maybe tomorrow…

You'll find the sun come shining through, for you~

"…I do love you, Akemi.."

"And I love you too, George, but.."

Cause that's the time, you must keep on trying.

Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worth while, if you – my darlin' – just smile.

"But?"

"You know we can never be…"

"Yes, I know…We can't be like this again…"

Why was she getting so emotional about this? She rubbed her forehead, as if she were going to cry. Tears burnt her hues and she tried to hold back as she listened to the lyrics of the song on the radio play,

You'll find the sun come shining through…

"Don't cry, 'Kemi..." George sat up, placing his cigarette in the ashtray on her night stand. He looked at her face in the darkness, the room only being lit by subtle moonlight. He used his thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes, took her chin into his gentle grasp, between his thumb and index, and kissed her gently.

"Just…"

"Just what, George?"

"…Let me be with you, tonight. Tonight, you're mine, and I'm yours…"

Akemi slowly nodded. Soon, he moved on top of her again, just allowing his cigarette to burn out, and the two began to make love again.

Her subtle, soft moans were music to his ears, along with the song that was just now ending on her radio –

Just smile.

"Y-you hear that, Akemi? She wants you to smile…"

"S-Shut up, now's not the time to be talking!" Akemi muttered, embarrassed that had to talk at a time like this. George gave off a crooked grin, and kissed her forehead, and as the two went on, Akemi broke out into a fit of giggles,

And that's what she did.

She smiled.