I woke up alone.

And confused.

I pushed my hair from my face and sat up blearily. It seemed as if yesterday I'd walked along with Brian Jones. It seemed like I was in 1964. Ha, I mean, that can't really be true, can it? I must have gone to a hotel after I went to the concert and either passed out or blacked out for a day.

No way could this be real.

I looked around at the pretty wallpaper and slid off the bed, walking onto the balcony. I closed my eyes and let the sun glare out in front of me, spreading my arms out and feeling a bit like flying. Walking silently, I stepped onto the bottom of the bars that held the balcony up and smiled a bit. I felt so. . . at peace here.

Then I heard a snicker from the balcony over to me. I snapped out of my reverie and looked over, scrunching up my eyebrows.

Nobody was there.

Well, this is confusing.

I make my way back inside and walk around on silent feet. I'm about to leave, having done up my bed and washed my face, when I see a neatly folded piece of paper on the desk. I walk over and grab it slowly, my name is written in fancy letters.

Dear, Marie

Good morning dear! I hope you enjoyed your little nap, come next door for some food when you get hungry!

The Stones

Right, did I hook up with some guys calling themselves 'The Stones'?

I pace back and forth, yesterday was too good to be true. It couldn't possibly be real. Now I'm in denial, great.

Only one way to find out what the note means.

I walk over to the door next to mine and knock on the door. As I knock, it swings in slightly and I wearily glance in.

At first I don't really understand, what I see before me are the younger Rolling Stones. I shake my head slightly and blink a few times; guess I wasn't dreaming about yesterday after all.

They don't seem to notice I'm here though, so I walk slowly over to the table and grab an apple from a bowl. When I look back, I see they're all crowded around a small white rectangle. . .with an apple symbol in it. Shit.

I take a bite of apple and make my way over, they're scrolling through the albums. But instead of touching the screen with their hands, they're using a gloved hand.

"You can touch it with your fingers, you know"

Mick starts at my voice and looks up, his blue eyes sparkling, "I'm so OLD in the future"

I lift an eyebrow and gently take the phone from them, I think I know what to show them.

They look at me, transfixed, as I go to my saved videos and press on the promo video for Dancing With Mr. D.

I hand the phone back to Mick and the others' heads follow. Smoke fills the small screen and I smile a bit.

Then Mick's (slightly older) head appears, guy liner and nail polish applied.

The video paused, because it needed to load, but the screen had paused at a part where Mick's head was up against the screen. I was anxious to see their reactions so far.

Keith turned to laugh at Mick, "why're you wearing make-up Mick?!"

I looked down at Mick, he had frozen to his place, eyes locked on the screen. I felt a bit bad for him as a deep blush spread to his cheeks.

"Hey" I piped up, "you don't look much better, y'know"

Keith turned to me, "oh yeah, is it worse then Mick?"

I shrugged and grinned, crossing my arms. The video unpaused and the smoke disappeared, replaced by the band as they would be in the seventies.

There was Mick, in his golden outfit, Keith, with his missing tooth and doing backup vocals, Charlie, with longer hair, Bill, looking bored and confused. And....Mick Taylor. Oops, forgot about that for a second. I looked cautiously over at Brian, his eyes had gone a darker green and he was frowning. Oh man.

"That's enough!" I shouted out suddenly, grabbing my phone and stuffing it in my pocket. Immediately, four heads swiveled to glare at me. Brian's stayed put.

I blushed and shrugged again.

"Why can't we keep looking at our future?!" Keith asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I fumbled for an answer, then Brian spoke up.

"I-I don't want to know what happens"

Inside, I died a little at the way he'd said it. Then a tear slid down his cheek, I'm sure I was the only one that saw though, because he sniffed and stood up, speed walking into his room while saying that he was going to pack.

"Ya," Keith said uncertainly, "we should pack, I guess"

They all walked away and I stood there dumbly, then I made my way to the door.

My hand touched the doorknob as another hand touched my shoulder. I looked behind me in surprise and Mick held a finger to his lips, then he reached over and opened the door himself. I stood still and watched as he stepped outside.

I was about to ask what he was doing when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through as well.