"Okay John I've just bought us two plane tickets to Hamburg, our flight will be in an hour so we better pack."

"Why do we need to take a plane? We have wings remember?"

".... Oh right. I forgot."

Stepping out of the hotel, John and George spread their wings and took flight once again. But this time with a lot less fail.

"Alright which way leads to Hamburg?" John asked after twenty minutes of flight.

"Now you ask me for directions?! We're miles away from any land and we don't even know where we're going?!! Oh this is just peachy!!"

"Well a plane is heading our way, we can sleep on the wings and hope that it takes us to Hamburg. Or anywhere in Germany at the very least."

"I never thought I'd have to hitchhike anymore after going to Wales."

As the plane flew by, the two landed on its wing and sat down. Not noticing that someone had saw them.

"Hey Ritchie! Aren't those guys John and George?! I thought they died!" A 74 year old man exclaimed.

"I think it's just the altitude sickness, it must be causing you to hallucinate Paul." His shorter friend assured him. "Just go to sleep and then they'll be gone once we're back on the ground."

"If you say so."

A few hours later, the two found themselves at their destination.

"Well we've made it to Germany." George remarked. "But I don't think this is Hamburg."

"What makes you say that? There are sex shops and strip clubs everywhere. You wouldn't find stuff like this in... Wait, this is Berlin?"

"Looks like Lust's influence is spreading all across the country. We've got to find and obliterate that thing before it spreads to the entire continent!"

Agreeing with his bandmate, John grabbed him by the shoulder and took him into a nearby shop. "Wait why are we heading here?"

"If we just walk around like this people will recognize us. And I'm pretty sure Lust's minions will be out there trying to find us as well." John explained as he looked through a clothing rack. "Now help me look for something that might keep us undercover before we get to Hamburg."

It took a while to find the perfect disguise as most of the outfits would either not fit them or be too expensive to afford. But finally George managed to pick out something.

"You seriously don't expect me to wear that do you?!"

"John, they're the only things that will fit and are cheap. So stop grumbling at put it on!"

Muttering some inaudible swear words at his younger bandmate, John went into the changing room and came out wearing a poofy pink dress and glittery high heels. "You could have at least found something that was in a different color."

"If it makes you feel better, I've just put on an identical dress."

After leaving the shop, the two caught a train to Hamburg. Sitting in their booth, John noticed that George had his eyes glued to a book.

"Hey George, what's that you reading?"

"Oh this? It's just a guide to Indian mythologies. Stuff like Krishna, Brahma, Shiva, Lord Vishnu, the Puranas and some classical pieces that can be played on sitar."

"Ah, that's cool to know, you think we might find something useful when we go to fight Asia's deadly sin?"

"Probably. Some of Tansen's pieces are said to have special abilities. Like the Raga Deepak, which is said to be able to set things ablaze. If I had my sitar with me I'd be able to toast Lust with it!"

"We can buy one if we go to India."

Once they reached Hamburg, John and George were appalled at how inhospitable the only hotels available had become.... Which isn't saying much really.

"Hey this one's got indoor heating and a color TV!"

"Well I'm gonna- OH MY GOD THERE ARE EARWIGS IN MY BED!!!! Alright John, you're sleeping in this one."

But to George's surprise, John didn't retort to him with some sort of witty comment immediately after. After a while, John slowly turned his head towards George with a calm, almost creepy expression on his face.

"How about you share a bed with me? Like we did sixty years ago?" John cooed, licking his lips. "C'mon Georgie, what's there to be scared of?"

Now this seemed off to George, John might have been playfully flirty to him at times, but it was never something to be taken seriously. Here he sounded like he meant to be a flirt, it also didn't help that his eyes had turned glossy and were pitch black.

"Look John, if I wanted to share a-"

But before he could finish, John grabbed him and pushed him down onto the bed. "Alright I'm gonna assume Lust's influence has affected you as well."

He didn't need to wait for an answer as his elder bandmate slowly moved closer to his face. But George then took this as an opportunity to exorcise John with his screech attack.

"GODDAMMIT LENNON IF YOU KEEP THIS UP WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO GIVE THIS STORY A MATURE RATING!!!!"

Snapping out of his daze, John quickly jumped off the bed and got stuck in the ceiling.

"Well at least that got you off. Looks like Lust's more powerful than we thought. We're gonna have to keep our eyes out to make sure something like this doesn't happen again."

"Well there goes our chance for a good night's sleep. Maybe we can check out the Reeperbahn for old time's sake while we're here. Also can you get me down from here?!"

"I'm on it Johnny!"

Leaping to John's dangling legs, George pulled him down with ease. And then they tumbled onto the bed and crashed right through the floor and into the lap of the desk clerk.

"I think now would be a good time to check out the Reeperbahn wouldn't you agree?"