I couldn't imagine my life without him. And that's why the next morning, when Paul told me that we're allowed to visit Richard, it took me about five minutes to get ready. After that time I was standing down stairs, waiting for the others.

Brian and George were with us. Walking into the arrest, I realized I'm shaking a bit. I tried my best to control myself, but it was hard.

We had to follow some formalities first, but then we could see Ringo. And it was the saddest sight I could imagine. He was sitting on a wooden cot, behind the bars. Broken, weak, depressed. I thought my heart will break into pieces. This energetic, full of life boy... It seemed like he lost all of it. He didn't match this place. He wasn't just another criminals, he wasn't psycho either. He was just Ringo, the love of my life.

I withhold the need to run up to him right away.

"Ringo!" We screamed all together. When he saw us he instantly got up and sticked to the bars.

"Guys! You're here!"

I swear I could've seen tears in his beautiful eyes. He looked at me, and a sparkle of joy appeared there.

"Well, forgive me I can't offer you a seat but you know..." He laughed nervously.

"How you doing mate?" John asked with concern in his voice.

"Fine, I guess... But I don't want to be here. They don't treat me bad... I can see the way they all look at me though... And they talked with me about years in prison..." He hung his head. God, poor Rings. It wrung my heart.

We talked for a while, trying to sound casual. At some point I pulled out a pack of my favourite jellies. I handed it to Ringo quickly.

"Take care of yourself. We'll get you out of here."

I knew it was risky but I couldn't help myself. I got closer and stroked his hair. I could hear guys doing quiet 'aw'.

And then we had to say goodbye. We exchanged glances one last time when they closed the cell. We went out but i still had this look of his in my mind. I knew that he trusted us. That he trusted me.

***

We came back to the hotel, hearts full of hope. We rested in my room, I gave Brian an expectant look.

"Dealt! It cost a bit but is totally worth it. We can pick him up tomorrow."

"Oh, thank God," I said with relief. I couldn't look at suffering Ringo at the arrest. Only thinking about a prison was... no, it can't end this way.

"Thanks so much, Bri. We'll return everything when we get famous." John giggled.

"Why so sure, Lennon?"

"Well... even if we won't become rock stars this affair will be enough." We all laughed hearing that. And I had to say, I admired John. Even now, in the worst of times, he didn't lose his sense of humor. And his hope. He was a natural optimist. That's because of him we went this far. Without him we all would probably leave music behind long ago. But he kept us going. Because, just like now, he was sure he'll win.