It was December of 1965… but you didn’t know how. You’d taken a nap in the present, and woken up in the past. But — time travel isn’t real, right? You’d not asked for this. So why were you here?

It was currently 4:00 in the morning — in 1965 (!) — and you had to go into the studio with The Beatles at 10:00 (assuming your schedule was like it always had been back in 1965… the first time around).

It suddenly clicked that everyone was alive. John, George, Brian… all of them. They were alive and living. John’s brutal death flashed through your mind. You were closest to him, you always had been. He was the most understanding with you. Would you try to tell him about randomly waking up in the past, even though he would most likely laugh in your face and make some snarky remarks about how you’re not a child — or keep it a secret, and try to help them all avoid the same mistakes they made in the past?