Anyway, more than scared or confused he seemed amused. I figured he still didn't understand that for some reason we were 45 years into the future well, concretely he was 55. "This is all very weird," I murmured to myself. I smiles, my calculations had been correct about the year. From his tone it seemed more like a question than an affirmation. "1964?" He replied with a grimace of confusion. "What year do you think we are?" I asked him to try to find out how much he knew about whatever was going on. God knows, maybe there also were time machines.
Those strange gadgets that had everyone absent looking and them.
Upon leaving the hospital, I had seen the current date, Apin 45 years who knows what would have happened. I supposed that technology had avanced a lot in all these years. I remembered that I hadn't seen my amp, the Deacy Amp, since before I woke up here. I could almost feel imaginary gears moving in his mind trying processing the information. Yeah, it was true I wasn't as much of a Beatles fan as my bandmates, they weren't even my favorite band What's more, Ringo was not the one I liked the most, but everything was incredible.''My pleasure.'' "John Richard Deacon borned August 1951," I replied, shaking his hand. Sure, Queen hadn't formed yet, and even if it had, he might not have heard from us. I sat up, feeling the pain of my recent wounds I had almost forgotten they were there. I cleared my throat and forced myself to say something, the first thing that crossed my mind. The atmosphere became somewhat uncomfortable and I noticed him tense at the peculiar silence. Not knowing what to choose, I stared at him. I had all kinds of questions to ask him, a lot of musically ones and so about his person but I didn't want to create more possible paradoxes in that crazy situation. I had never spoken to him in person but it was indisputable, I had RiNgO StArR up front. '' Were you following me? '' I shuddered surprised and met with a pair of two big ocean eyes. "This is not happening," I muttered, wondering why among the whole world was I in whatever that place was. I dropped to the ground leaning against a wall and buried my head in my hands.
I looked both ways down the street but I had lost him. I had always wanted to meet one, even if it wasn't in this. Not that I was as much of a Beatles fan as my bandmates, but they were a huge inspiration to me in many ways. I had seen his unmistakable face and unless I was going crazy it was Ringo Starr (by '64 or so). This time I was sure it was that person and not like the supposed Roger Taylor case. The strangest thing is that he did not have that current look but seemed to be the same age as me. I crossed the street, cutting distance with the boy I was chasing.
It could be my only chance to get out of here. Leaving the money with most of my food, I ran out of the establishment in search of that individual. While tasting my food, I saw a guy who looked strangely familiar. Luckily, my wallet had come along with my apartment in that strange situation. I stopped at a bar for a drink as I couldn't remember when I had last eaten. Time wasn't exactly a thing that existed, so you should not be able to travel in time and less by accident. This should only happen in movies or books time was the human name that had been given to a concept. As I wandered around the familiar, yet unknown streets of London, I wondered what I was going to do now. There also was a kind of stabbing pain, but bearable.
I CLOSE MY EYES ONLY FOR A MOMENT THEN THE MOMENT'S GONE FULL
The surprise and fear mixed with a strong blow that had left my body full of bruises. It seemed, as I learned later, that it had not been so serious. I shifted uncomfortably in that hard bed, as that people moved in and out of the room. I rolled my eyes, wanting some privacy and some opportunity to escape from that place. I opened my eyes, meeting several unknown faces of what looked like doctors.