1966.

Your Paul’s younger sister, and you look a lot like him, so much that people always confuse you for him.

You had left the studio in a rage after a huge argument with John. Why is it that him and Paul get to control everything?! It’s not fair! It’s so not fair! You didn’t even get to write a song for this album!

Now you were driving your car furiously across the empty road at around midnight. Suddenly, Someone steps in the road, causing you to screech to a halt, spin out, and crash into a tree.

Everything hurts.. it hurts so bad. Your hand grazes your hand and you felt something warm and sticky. Blood.

Your car door opens, and you see someone who looks just like you. He was calm and composed.

“I’ll take it from here.” He places your car keys in your hand. “You can rest forever now..”