The next morning when Paul woke up, he felt ten times better than he had the day before. He was thinking clearly and he was ready to return everything to "normal".

He got out of bed, got dressed, and went into the kitchen where he found George serving pancakes to everyone. "Morning, George," Paul smiled.

George looked up at Paul and he hesitated for a moment before he spoke. "H-hi, Paul.. Are you feeling better today? I made pancakes. There's plenty here if you want some.."

"I would love some pancakes," Paul nodded. "Thank you, George."

"So, you are feeling better, then?" John asked when Paul took a seat beside him and George put a plate of pancakes down in front of him.

"Yes, much better, thank you." Paul said, then dug into his pancakes.

Paul and John spent the day writing music, and Paul couldn't help but get the feeling that George and Ringo were giving him weird looks.. Maybe they were just concerned about him after what had happened two nights earlier? That was probably it.

"I think we should put Hold Me Tight on the album," John said.

"Sounds good to me," Paul smiled. "Do you think we should speed it up a bit? Make it more appealing to the public?"

"No," John shook his head. "I think we should record it just the way it is, the way it was meant to be sung."

And even though this was just another thing that Paul was going to see changed right before his eyes, he smiled. Because really, how could he disagree with that? How could he say that they shouldn't sing it the way it was meant to be sung?

They kept writing throughout the day, and all four Beatles ate dinner together, then watched some television in the living room.

"Did you hear about that new show that's starting in November?" George said.

"The one about the spaceman with a blue time machine?" John said.

Paul nearly burst out laughing.

"Yeah," John said.

"Yeah, I heard about it," Ringo nodded. "It's called Doctor...Doctor something."

It was taking absolutely everything Paul had not to fall on the floor laughing right then and there. It was also very weird for him to think about Doctor Who being considered new.

Hours later, when everyone was in bed and fast asleep, Paul was standing in the kitchen having a cup of tea because he couldn't sleep. He was feeling much better, yes, but he was terrified that the moment he closed his eyes the nightmares about John dying, about his mission failing, were going to return.

"Hi, Paul," Barney appeared, and Paul was taken aback. The last time he'd seen Barney, the man had looked unbearably exhausted. He still did, the circles under his eyes were still prominent and Paul couldn't help but take notice of the small bit of grey beginning to appear in his friend's hair again. Despite how tired Barney looked, though, he looked younger again. More like the man Paul had met when he first arrived in 1961. The smile that was spread across the man's face was refreshing. "How long has it been since you last saw me?"

"A little over a month," Paul said.

Barney nodded. "It's been two weeks for me.. Guess what happened today?"

"What?"

Barney's grin grew impossibly bigger. "Two weeks before her estimated due date, Lilly went into labor and brought seven pound, three ounce Kylie into the world!"

"Congratulations, Barney!" Paul exclaimed and hugged his friend.

"Hold on, I have a picture of her," Barney said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. For a moment, Paul stared at the phone in confusion. It took a second for his mind to process what he was seeing and tell him what it was... It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't seen a cell phone in two years, but he pushed the thought from his mind as Barney opened a picture of a sleeping baby swaddled in a pale pink blanket, sleeping in a pair of pale arms. The picture showed some red hair that Paul recognized as Lilly's hanging near the baby's head.

"Oh, she's so precious," Paul grinned.

Barney nodded, blinking back tears. "She's perfect. She's everything I could have ever hoped for.. I'm a dad! I'm really a dad!"

"I'm so happy for you, truly I am." Paul nodded.

Barney sighed contently. "I should get back now. I just had to tell you about baby Kylie.. Before I go, is there anything you need to talk to me about?"

Paul considered telling him about how he'd had a really high fever and had said a bunch of things to John that he shouldn't have, and about the nightmare he'd had about John's death, but he stopped himself and thought about it for a moment.

He knew that Barney had been having a rough time at work, that the President of the F.H.O. had been on his case about every move he mad ever since the meeting that Paul attended. He was already tired beyond belief and Paul didn't want to put anymore stress on the man's shoulders right now, especially not when he was so elated over the birth of his first child.

So Paul took a deep breath, put a smile on his face, and said, "Nope. Everything is perfect around here."

"Great!" Barney said. "I'll try and pop in on you soon. See you, Paul!"

"Bye, Barney," Paul said and Barney disappeared into thin air. As he turned to go to his bedroom he thought about how a man disappearing into thin air right before his eyes was now just the norm and how weird that was, but then when he was walking down the small hallway and he was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard someone take a couple steps on the hardwood floor of the kitchen. Paul turned, ready to ask what Barney was doing back so soon and to tell him to get back to his kid and his fiancé, but then he froze.

There was a person standing in the kitchen, but it definitely wasn't Barney. Not unless Barney was now a young woman with wavy brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean, who couldn't have been taller than 5'4 or older than eighteen or nineteen. (Paul noted that this was actually plausible, but something told him that this wasn't Barney.)

"Paul McCartney," she smiled. Her accent was American. "I can't tell you what an honor it is to meet you. I'm a huge fan."

Paul looked her up and down. She didn't look like she belonged there at all - he was assuming that she was from the F.H.O. or the Shadows, and that this was a business meeting/mission of sorts. But she wasn't dressed for that sort of think. She was in a cream colored sweater, dark wash skinny jeans, and Ugg boots. Her hair was in a Dutch braid and a silver chain with a silver ring on it hung from her neck.

Who the hell was this girl? And why the hell was she in the Beatles' kitchen?

"Who are you?" Paul asked, trying to keep his voice as emotionless as possible, but it wasn't easy. He was actually quite frightened, even though the girl was a good seven inches shorter than Paul and was built much narrower. He could easily take her if he needed to, right? Then again, Paul thought, if she's with the F.H.O. or the Shadows, then she's got magic.

"Sorry, I should have started with that," she said. "I'm Tessa Todd." She extended a hand for Paul to shake, but Paul didn't shake it. He stared at her in silence until she slowly lowered her hand. "Right, I bet you're wondering why I'm here.. So ask away."

"Are you with the F.H.O.?" Paul asked.

Tessa laughed. "Oh, God, no!"

"So you're - you're with the Shadows?" Paul asked slowly, cautiously.

Tessa snorted. "As if!"

"But you've got to be with one of them," Paul said. "Otherwise..how did you get in here? How do you have magic?"

"As much as they both love to believe it, as well as make other people believe it, the F.H.O. and the Shadows are not the only organizations who have magical resources," Tessa smirked. "Nor are they the only organizations trying to set history straight."

"Oh, God," Paul sighed heavily. "Please, God, no. I can't take another bloody organization who's trying to fix history in their very own, unique, fucked up way. I've got enough to deal with between the F.H.O. and the Shadows, I don't need this, too."

"That's just the thing, though," Tessa said. "We dint want to meddle. We want to leave history alone, totally and completely. We don't want to try and change anything or make anything happen."

"Oh," Paul said. "Well that's..great. But I don't understand. If you don't want to meddle, then what exactly does your organization do?"

"Our strategy on fixing history isn't to fix history itself, but instead we feel we need to take down those who are fucking with it." Tessa said matter-of-factly. "The F.H.O., the Shadows, The Network, the M.M.U., some of the Catholic Church.."

"Wait, what? The Network? The M.M... What?!" Paul furrowed his brows. "And what the hell do you mean some of the Catholic Church?"

"There's this group of men who acquired artifact means of magic," Tessa sighed. "They're Italians, Catholic, and freaking insane. I've got nothing against Catholics, or anyone of any religion for that matter, but I have everything against those men. They're terrible.. They use their artificial magic to try and erase all acceptance of homosexuality, acceptance of people of many races aside from white, any approval of abortion, and acceptance of most religions. They're doing a shit job of it though, we've almost caught them. We'll have them locked up pretty soon."

"So your organization is...?" Paul said slowly.

"The Unknowables," she smiled.

"Why do you call yourselves that?" Paul furrowed his brows.

"Because there are only seventeen people in all of the world, all of the past, present, and future, who knows about our organization." Tessa smiled.

"Who?" Paul asked.

"Me and my fourteen teammates," Tessa said. "A woman we recruited recently who I can't tell you about, and you."

Paul sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, okay.. And what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me and my team take down the F.H.O. from the inside," Tessa said, smiling hopefully.

Paul stared at her with a hard, cold stare. "No. Absolutely not. They do some messed up shit that I don't agree with at all, I'll admit that, but I will not help you take them down. They are my only shot at saving John."

"But they've been lying to you," Tessa frowned. "All this time, they've been lying to you, telling you that you and John were meant to be together according to some prophecies and that John isn't supposed to die because of some prophecies. But that's a big fucking lie."

Paul crossed his arms. "What are you on about?"

"There are no prophecies, Paul." Tessa said.

"You're lying," Paul snapped. "How would you even know about the prophecies? They're real! I trust Barney! If he says there are prophecies, I believe him! I trust him with my life!"

"I know about the prophecies and how they're fake because six members of my team came from the F.H.O., and they had high enough positions that they knew everything about the fake prophecies." Tessa sighed. "Seven of my teammates came from The Network, and two came from the Shadows."

Paul shook his head. "That can't be right because you can't just leave the F.H.O.," he said, feeling a small spark of happiness that he was about to catch this girl in her lie and hopefully she'd tell the truth. "You're either killed, put in the White Room, or you have your memory wiped and replaced with a fake life."

"I'm perfectly aware," Tessa nodded. "The six people from the F.H.O. all faked their own deaths."

"But..why would you leave?" Paul asked.

"Because not everyone agrees with what goes on, but some people think they do then find out what really goes on the inside of the organizations." Tessa said. "Three people from my team left the F.H.O. after they found out about the fake prophecies, and three left the organization after they found out about the White Room. All seven people from The Network who're on my team left The Network because they found out that they were behind the Kennedy assassination. As for me and my sister.. We left the Shadows because the Shadows were formed to stop people like the F.H.O. and The Network, and the M.M.U. and those Catholic men from Italy from meddling with time but they changed over time. They changed and they started meddling with time themselves. My sister is ten years older than me and she started realizing what the Shadows were doing when she was fifteen, but my parents were religiously devoted to the organization so she never dared question them. Not for six years, at least. She was twenty one and I was eleven and our parents died on a mission, so my sister packed all of her things and mine and we got out. We found the Unknowables. They were just like us.. They were a little hesitant to take us in at first because the Shadows had gotten a lot of blood on their hands once they started meddling with time, but they let us in and grew to trust. They welcomed us into their family."

Paul frowned, shaking his head. "I don't believe you," he said. "I can't believe that the F.H.O. has been lying to me, or that John and I aren't meant to be together, or that I'm not supposed to stop his death from happening."

"You and John are absolutely meant to be," Tessa said. "If it weren't for the F.H.O. or the Shadows you would've been in the first place, because John would've realized that he was in love with you and admitted it but instead the Shadows messed around and made sure that he found someone else before he got the chance to fall in love with you and admit it."

Paul drew a shaky breath, shaking his head. He could t believe this, he wouldn't believe this. Any of it. It was all shit. This Tessa girl was probably lying, there was probably no such thing as the Unknowables! She was probably with the Shadows!

"As for John's death, I have no idea what might have happened on its own because there were a lot of people out there in the world who would have loved to shoot him," Tessa said. "But I know for a fact that the Shadows sent Mark David Chapman to kill John Lennon. His blood was on their hands, Paul. It still is until you can reverse his death!"

"Shut up!" Paul snapped. He was breathing heavily. He couldn't think straight. He hated the Shadows more than ever before and he was absolutely positive that this stupid girl was with them. "Get out! Get out now! I never ever want see your bloody face again, you hear me?!"

Tessa frowned. "I'm sorry, Paul, but that's not going to be at all possible. We will meet again one day, and soon at that. But for now I'll leave you with your thoughts. Think about everything I've said, Paul. The F.H.O. needs to be destroyed."

"Get the fuck out of my house," Paul hissed.

Tessa sighed, but nodded. "Goodnight, Paul," she said, and then she was gone in the blink of an eye.

Paul stood there for a long time, trying to calm his breathing. The Shadows, he thought, the fucking Shadows! They killed him! Well, they're not going pull that shit again this time. Not as long as I'm around.

He turned and ran to his bedroom, flopping down beside John and wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Mm," John stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Paulie? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Paul said, his heart still beating quicker than it usually would. "I'm fine, it's just.. I love you. More than anything else in this whole world. And I would do anything for you. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do," John said. "And the same goes for you.. You're my everything Paul, and I would give anything for you. But what's this all about?"

"Nothing," Paul sniffled. He buried his face against John's chest. "Just had another bad dream, 's all." His voice was muffled by the fabric of John's shirt that was covering his face. "Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep."

"It's okay, Paul," John whispered, caressing Paul's arm. "Love you, Macca."