A/N: Late update I know sorry about that. (I am a lazy bastard) Also this chapter messes with my 'pristine 100% accurate' timeline badly. Just a warning!

"What's up with us always visiting parks?" Asked Charlie standing awkwardly as he watched everyone else get comfortable on the grass. "I really don't understand. You visited a park yesterday... and the day before''

"Just go with the flow," shrugged Bill.

Brian laid out on the grass, pretending to be a starfish. "Parks are fun! We should play a game... How about hide and seek??"

Mick scowled unlocking pouty Jagger face as he fiddled with his collar. ''How about no? Besides Keith you like a grandma in that coat with those glasses.''

''Well isn't someone hacked off," grumbled Keith. ''Yeah Brian, I think Mick is partially right. It is far too crowded to play such games.''

Brian sat up and picked some leaves from his hair. ''I don't know there are some familiar faces here..'' He pointed to a bunch of guys sitting under a tree singing.

🎵Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green🎵

Everyone looked at them. ''What are they doing?'' whispered Charlie.

🎵WE'RE HIGH🎵

The strangers began to run around, until they fell over with dizziness.

🎵WE'RE TOUCHING THE SKY🎵

''What did you think they are feeling there?''

They began crying, 🎵It's.. all... too... beautiful!!!It's...all... too beautiful...🎵

The Rolling Stones started to slowly move away from the other band.

Mick gave them a judging stare. "What park did you say this was Keith?''

"Um, yeah... I cannot remember."

Brian pointed to another group of males this time about five of them,''Look!'' They were sitting on a wooden bench, looking rather calm. The atmosphere was totally different. Everything was haunting smooth.

🎵Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain🎵

The air got damper, and warmer. Green country lanes appeared. Their singing was creating beautiful imagery. They began staring out into the distance becoming very wrapped in their song.

🎵And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care🎵

''Well,'' interrupted Mick. ''I think we should get out of this park before we meet any more weird people.''

Bill shook his head. ''I wouldn't be so quick to judge Mick, besides Dead End Street is over there.''

''I knew I should of stayed at home today,'' grumbled Mick. ''Their lyrics are too depressing and I have an odd feeling one day my son will say he prefers that band over my own...''

Keith laughed nervously, '' We could go to Waterloo to see the sunset but yeah well..Penny Lane IS just over that way.''

''Upstart Beatles,'' spat Mick.

''Who are you to call THEM upstart,'' snapped Brian.

Charlie tried to quiet everyone down while Bill just sat there scribbling in an old notebook. ''Aren't they in Liverpool though?''

But before anyone could answer the question an odd groaning noise echoed throughout the park. A strange battered old blue police box landed in front of them. Out popped a sleeve holding an old shaped tool none of them recognised. It produced a weird buzzing noise. The arm disappeared in the door from where it came, and a girl appeared at the front of the door holding a marigold.

''For you Keith,'' she beamed as she faded away from view just as the box did.

He beamed. ''Yeah thanks! A pretty flower!''

The flower beamed back at him before knocking him unconscious. Then it ate him.