"Ritchie, I'm going to get the camera, alright?" George gave him a look. "Don't go anywhere."

Ringo nodded, wincing a bit when George's grip on his hand tightened.

"I won't g-go anywhere." He said, voice wavering.

He let go.

George have him one last glance before going in the house.

Ringo looked left and right for a way out, holding his breathe as he tried to find just a little slimmer of escape. He sighed deflatedly, hugging his knees to his chest. He bit his lip, trying to fight back the tears that pricked his eyes.