Christy's POV

No! It can't be possible! But, could it be?!

"W-who is it?" I stammered walking slowly over to Paul.

"I don't know...hold on..." he put the phone up to his ear. "May I ask who's calling please?" Paul said while looking at me concerned.

"Tommy Evans!" I barely heard the voice that came from the phone. It was him! But ... how would he know me?...

"He said Tommy Evans... you know him?" Paul looked at me his eyes looking slightly droopy. I nodded my head and suddenly felt like crying. We could finally be together! Pete was wrong! Pete?! I bet he's there too! Oh! Could this day be any happier?! "Um, sorry she doesn't seem to know you."

"What?!"

"I'd like it if you wouldn't call here anymore. Goodbye." Paul hung up the phone.

"What did you do that for?!" I shouted at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?! Wait! ...I thought you were from the future?!" He shouted back his face turning red.

"I am! But... he is my boyfriend ...in the future... but I don't know how he knows me now?!" I sat back down on the couch confused.

"I'm tired of your lies Christy just tell me the truth!" Paul crossed his arms.

"I honestly don't know anymore..." I trailed off.

"Fine Christy! Be that way! I just have to know one thing." Suddenly Paul grabbed me and smashed his lips against. At first I stood shocked and mesmerized then I came to my senses and shoved him away.

"Paul what on earth are you doing?!"

"I thought maybe you liked me! And you'd stay here!" He suddenly looking guilty which I wasn't expecting.

"I do like you! And I've wanted to meet you my whole life! But I love Tommy..."

"Wait I thought you said you were friends with John?!" He said looking confused. "Then wouldn't you know me too?!" I groaned.

"It's complicated..."

"Why can't you just tell me?!"

"I will! I promise I will as soon as I figure out what's going on. Just... please trust me, and have faith in me..." I gave Paul a sad look. I was trying to use a look that John said worked every time on old Macca.

"Ok Christy..." he wrapped me in a hug.

Yes! I felt like doing a fist pump. Then I started thinking about Tommy and Pete... how was I going to find them now?

Pete Ham's POV

"Tommy, calm down." I said while Tommy stomped around the house.

"Stay calm?! What about Christy?! What's happened to her?!" He finally stopped in front of me with a look of anger and concern on his face.

"If Mike and I went to his house and got her or just made sure she was ok. Would you calm down?"

"Why can't I come?! She's my girl!"

"Because you'd probably punch Paul stinkin' McCartney in the face as soon as he opens the door! We can't risk that! If you do that our careers are gone!"

"Fine!... just make sure she's ok and bring her back..." he sat down in an armchair and closed his eyes. I'd never seen him this way before... I wonder what's running through his mind?...

About thirty minutes later we pulled up to Paul McCartney's house. Mike and I were both shaking with excitement. We'd finally be able to meet one of our idols! Even though the circumstances weren't very good...

We walked up to the door and knocked nervously. Christy opened it she had a strange look on her face. She slowly reached her and cupped my face.

"... Pete...?" She whispered faintly.

"Yes!" I smiled at her. A smile spread across her face and then she grabbed me in a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you!" She sniffled a little.

"It's good to see you too!" I gave her a tight squeeze.

"Mike..." she said in awe.

" 'ello Christy!" Mike smiled.

She just stared at him for a minute like she knew exactly who he was but had never met him before.

"Christy love, who is it?" I heard Paul call from inside. But Christy didn't answer.

"Come inside!" She said after a moment. At the click of the door Paul walked out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare you know? I bet Mike was doing the same because Paul was giving us strange looks.

"And who are you?" He said finally looking a little suspicious.

"This is Pete and Mike! They're my friends!" She smiled brightly.

"How?..." Paul asked quietly while Christy mouthed something to him.

I finally snapped out of it. "So um... Christy ... Tom is awful worried about you and he wants to see you... you've been gone for days and we had no idea what 'appened to you."

"Really... I had no idea... well... how could I?!..." she said quietly. Then she perked up. "Can I see him?!" She looked up at me her eyes bright with hope.

"Of course you can! Why wouldn't you be able to?!" I chuckled a little.

"So are you the fellows from the phone?" Paul asked.

"Um yes but Tom isn't here. He stayed at home for... certain reasons..."

"So I guess I'll go pack my things then... Christy trailed off and looked at Paul. Like she was asking his permmition to leave. She smiled and walked into the other room.

"Excuse me I'd like to have a word with Christy... um... make yourselves at home..." he said awkwardly before following Christy.

"Should we actually do it?" Mike said looking at me confused. I shrugged.

Paul's POV

I didn't really want Christy to leave and she still had some explaining to do.

"Um, Christy?"

"Yes Paul?" She smiled as she pulled the little bit of clothes I bought for her out of the closet.

"Um, well... how will I ever see you again?..." I sighed.

She folded up a shirt with a thoughtful look on her face. "Well... the boys have a right nice band... and if you got them hooked up I wild suppose I'd see you quite frequently in the studio..." she grinned.

"Ok... but I'll have to listen to them first and if they're no good then..."

"Oh, they're good." She grinned.

(Ghost) John's POV

I came back to the hospital empty handed to see his things were going. But they said they hadn't even seen the nurse in hours and Mr. And Mrs. Richardson seemed extremely worried. So I sat down and we waited even longer. About an hour later the nurse walked by and Mr. Richardson stopped her.

"Excuse me but how is my daughter?! We haven't heard from anybody in six hours!"

"Ok sir and what was is your daughters name?" She asked calmly.

"Christy Richardson!"

"Hmm... nope. We don't have a Christy Richardson here." She smiled.

"What do you mean?! She had a severe bullet wound!"

"I'm sorry sir but we don't have any bullet wound patients here either... are you feeling alright?"

"No! Why would I be feeling alright?!"

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. Do you have a psychiatrist?"

"No, why would I need a psychiatrist?!"

"Sir I need you to lower your voice." She said a little more firmly.

"I'm going to have to ask you to go home."

"... FINE! WE'LL LEAVE! BUT I'M SUEING THIS STUPID EXCUSE FOR A HOSPITAL! AND LET THE WEIGHT OF MY DAUGHTERS DEATH REST UPON YOUR HEAD AND EVERY IDIOT DOCTOR IN THIS PLACE!" Mr. And Mrs. Richardson stormed out of the hospital crying.

I looked at the others strangely and we searched the hospital for Christy with no luck. What was going on?!