George waited as John finished saying goodbye to their mates. He seemed to be asking them something, which made them frown a little, but then Ringo said something back, and John nodded and went back to George. Both Paul and Ringo looked very sad as they walked away, George noted. They had to change the future!
John and George talked about that as they walked. George didn't pay as much attention to where they were going this time, concentrating instead on this all-important conversation.
"I think, if we can get Brian to go on vacation in a couple of years, he should be all right."
"Yeah, and me and Paul will just have to know what kind of songs we'll want to write then. So's we'll be ready for them."
"We'd better tell him I'll have songs waiting, too. Do you think they'll be any good?"
"'Course, George, don't be daft. I'll tell them we're not changing our look so much, either. I want people to remember this one."
"Well, that's everything, innit?"
"Not yet." George looked up as John said this, and saw that they were back near Central Park again, outside a certain apartment building. John smiled at George. "I'm going to meet me wife."
"But John..." George frowned. "You haven't even met her in our time. And she thinks you're dead. Besides, she's too old for you now."
"I'm going to marry her," John pointed out. "And she's met me, and she hasn't seen me in thirty-three years." He looked hard at George. "Don't you want to meet her?"
"Well..." George hesitated. "The way our mates talked about her, she seemed a little..."
"I'm going to meet her," John interrupted, sparing George from having to think of the right word. "In a few years, I'll be meeting her and I'll marry her, and you and Paul and Ringo won't understand it, and it sounds like if we don't figure out what to do about that, it won't matter if we work out everything else."
"I suppose..."
"Look, George," John adopted an exaggerated commanding voice, " I went to the future with you; now you're going to visit me wife with me."
"Oh, all right," George agreed with a sigh, "but she might not believe you, you know."
John seemed undaunted as they went into the building. "You did."
"Yeah, but I like all them mystic things, like Ringo said - How are you even going to know which apartment she's in?" George added looking round at all the names next to their buzzers.
There was no Lennon listed, and John and George didn't know what other last name Yoko might have. But only one person there had the first initial Y. Y. Ono. John pressed the buzzer.
A few moment's silence, then a female voice said, "Hello?"
"Is this Yoko?" John's voice changed again, becoming more suave and charming. George rolled his eyes. You're not marrying her yet, John, he thought. And how old would she be now?
"Yes?"
"It's John."
A pause, and then Yoko spoke again, and George really couldn't blame her for her disbelieving tone as she said, "Who did you say you were?"
"John," John repeated, as though that should have been obvious. "Don't tell me you don't remember me! It's me that hasn't met you yet!"
Another pause. Yoko laughed, and then she said, "Why should I believe you?"
"Why don't you let us come up there and find out?"
This was followed by the longest pause yet, and for a second, George wondered if Yoko had hung up on them, and whether it would be better or worse for them if she had. Then the door buzzed open. If John hadn't convinced Yoko, he had at least intrigued her.
John grinned. "Onward and in," he said. "Let's go meet me wife."
John and George talked about that as they walked. George didn't pay as much attention to where they were going this time, concentrating instead on this all-important conversation.
"I think, if we can get Brian to go on vacation in a couple of years, he should be all right."
"Yeah, and me and Paul will just have to know what kind of songs we'll want to write then. So's we'll be ready for them."
"We'd better tell him I'll have songs waiting, too. Do you think they'll be any good?"
"'Course, George, don't be daft. I'll tell them we're not changing our look so much, either. I want people to remember this one."
"Well, that's everything, innit?"
"Not yet." George looked up as John said this, and saw that they were back near Central Park again, outside a certain apartment building. John smiled at George. "I'm going to meet me wife."
"But John..." George frowned. "You haven't even met her in our time. And she thinks you're dead. Besides, she's too old for you now."
"I'm going to marry her," John pointed out. "And she's met me, and she hasn't seen me in thirty-three years." He looked hard at George. "Don't you want to meet her?"
"Well..." George hesitated. "The way our mates talked about her, she seemed a little..."
"I'm going to meet her," John interrupted, sparing George from having to think of the right word. "In a few years, I'll be meeting her and I'll marry her, and you and Paul and Ringo won't understand it, and it sounds like if we don't figure out what to do about that, it won't matter if we work out everything else."
"I suppose..."
"Look, George," John adopted an exaggerated commanding voice, " I went to the future with you; now you're going to visit me wife with me."
"Oh, all right," George agreed with a sigh, "but she might not believe you, you know."
John seemed undaunted as they went into the building. "You did."
"Yeah, but I like all them mystic things, like Ringo said - How are you even going to know which apartment she's in?" George added looking round at all the names next to their buzzers.
There was no Lennon listed, and John and George didn't know what other last name Yoko might have. But only one person there had the first initial Y. Y. Ono. John pressed the buzzer.
A few moment's silence, then a female voice said, "Hello?"
"Is this Yoko?" John's voice changed again, becoming more suave and charming. George rolled his eyes. You're not marrying her yet, John, he thought. And how old would she be now?
"Yes?"
"It's John."
A pause, and then Yoko spoke again, and George really couldn't blame her for her disbelieving tone as she said, "Who did you say you were?"
"John," John repeated, as though that should have been obvious. "Don't tell me you don't remember me! It's me that hasn't met you yet!"
Another pause. Yoko laughed, and then she said, "Why should I believe you?"
"Why don't you let us come up there and find out?"
This was followed by the longest pause yet, and for a second, George wondered if Yoko had hung up on them, and whether it would be better or worse for them if she had. Then the door buzzed open. If John hadn't convinced Yoko, he had at least intrigued her.
John grinned. "Onward and in," he said. "Let's go meet me wife."