We drove straight to our new hotel afterwards. We got our rooms and found Cliff's room where he and Phil already were. "Hey, it's the clean up crew!" Phil laughed. "So how'd it go?"

"Mike's an asshole," Malcolm stated bluntly.

"He'll probably forget everything that happened the next morning, I imagine," Phil said glancing at Malcolm's hand.

"So it was him you were talking about Hannah?" Cliff asked me.

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Oh good," he sighed. "We were all afraid of something else."

"I heard."

"So...what are we gonna do? Mike works for us, we'll see him again in a few days," Phil said.

"Mal left him a pink slip before hikin' it," Brian laughed.

"Pink slip, black eye, same thing," Malcolm laughed grabbing a drink.

"Could have guessed as much," Phil observed. "You think he'll come after us?"

"No, called Jackson on his phone, explained the whole situation. He didn't sound too thrilled."

"That his little brother is no good?" Cliff asked.

"That and he can't throw a punch for shit," Malcolm laughed. "Damn I need a smoke."

"Take this Mal, these fags are for champions," Brian said offering him a pack.

"Thanks. I'll light it with my breath."

"Hell yeah." Malcolm went out to the balcony while the band continued to talk about what happened. They eventually began talking about how many cashews could fit in a bra when I decided to get some sleep. Angus took me back to our room and helped me to bed. Once again he took the couch. This had been quite the night for both of us, especially Angus. First a whole show, then a night rescue. I then felt bad for causing this much trouble. This is more than I caused in 1980, or even 1975.

Why did I time travel in the first place? I had nothing to prevent, nothing to contribute. I felt like I just got in the way. And I not only went back in time, I met one of the most famous bands in history. Even fell-into some deep water with one of them. And I came here three times. 1975, 1980 and now 1996. My life was beginning to feel like a fanfiction.

The next day Angus and I hung around the hotel. Neither one of us felt like going out and it was probably best not to. Angus had also told me that there was one more stop in Europe, then we were flying to America for the rest of this year's tour. Then he said that he had a surprise for me over there, but it wasn't coming for a while, so I should just forget about it. "Might as well Han Banan. No use wonderin' the whole trip," he smiled. Nuts. Not even a hint.

"You  didn't have to tell me a million years before I get it."

"Sorry, it slipped."

October 24th 1996

We left for Madrid Spain earlier than we thought and made sure Mike had no idea. We would stay here two, maybe three days then head west. Then who knows what would happen.