"Hey George!" Ringo beamed. "Fancy seeing you here."

Fuck.

"W-What are you doing here?" He asked.

Ringo shrugged. "Jus' buying medicine for my mum." Then he widened his eyes. Oh shit!"

George frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I-I gotta go ir's pretty fucking late and---"

"Let me walk you." George burst out. "I-If you don't mind, I mean. I-It's pretty late and there's bad things in the night. C-Criminals and maybe even murderers, I m-mean..."

Look who's talking.

Ringo laughed. "And you'll protect me from them?" He smiled. "Fine, follow me."