I woke up in some odd room. There was a persistent beeping sound coming from my right. The lights were too bright to open my eyes. I could smell the disinfectants heavy scent in the air. Good Lord I'm in hospital. What did I do? How did I get here? Last thing I recall is yelling at someone then going to sleep.

I opened my eyes and was blinded on sight. Jesus could these lights be any more bright?! I grabbed the cord to extinguish the infuriating things. Much better. I got out of bed and made my way to the mirror. Well this is bloody peculiar. I look the same cept my hair and eyes have changed. I stared at my reflection blue eyes peered back at me. Upon my head sat a shag of blonde hair. At least I'm not a German ginger that would be too queer.

"Why are you looking at yourself oddly in the mirror, Klaus?" A brunette asked from his spot leaning against the door.

"Who in the hell is Klaus?" The blonde boy blurted out in his confusion.

"You are. Klaus Jakob Mallory."

*Bloody 'ell 'm a Kraut!!* "No, 'M Keith!"

"Klaus come on."

"No you come off it 'm Keith Moon and you're John Entwistle! Cept now 'm blonde and you're a brunette!"

"Stop with this nonsense I'm Jory and you're Klaus!"

"But it's the truth! Last thing I remember was I was fighting with me girlfriend-- Annette! That's right then I fell asleep and woke up 'ere!"

"Girlfriend? Uh I think the medicine is making you hallucinate Klaus."

"Pills?! They gave me pills!"

"Calm down, no they didn't give you pills the IV has medicine in it, you've just come out of surgery on your leg so please don't get over excited."

"But John I'm dead! I saw the bright light!"

"Jory. Klaus remember your best friend since Preschool? And The bright light you saw was probably the lamps over your bed."

"No I'm telling you it felt too real to make it up!"

"It's just a dream Klaus."

"But."

"Just a dream."

"Me mum's name is Kit and me da's name is Al 'ow do you think I know that huh?"

"Wikipedia?"

"Listen Entwistle I've 'ad it just about up to 'ere with your shenanigans!"

"Esbjorn, my name for the last fucking time is Jory, Jory Aren Esbjorn! Not Entwistle, Esbjorn! Do I look like I play the fucking bass?"

"You're serious aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Alright, fine Jory. And to answer your question yes, you do look like 'im, look in the mirror dear boy."

"Fine see I--" Jory is cut off as he looks in the mirror with wide green eyes staring back at him. "Holy Shit! I do look like John bloody Entwistle!"

"It's cause you are 'im you twit!"

"Klaus just cause we look like them doesn't mean we are them I mean look at our friend Sage he bares a striking resemblance to Syd Barrett but he's far from the guy."

"We 'ave a friend 'oo looks like Syd?!"

"Wow that medicine is really messing with ya huh?"

"Nevermind that tell me more about Sage!"

"Klaus we all grew up together you know all about Sage."

"'M tellin' ya 'm not bloody Klaus 'm Keith dammit!"

"I'm not doing this again listen there is no such thing as rebirth we die and either go above for being good or go below for being bad there is no in between!"

"What if there is?"

"Klaus you are not Keith he died years ago he's not coming back."

"But what if he 'as, but you just don't believe 'im?"

"Klaus."

"No I'll prove it give me those damn pencils!"

Jory hands over the pencils which Klaus snatches eagerly and begins to play make shift drums using the table.

Klaus is so off beat he gets infuriated and snaps both pencils in his rage.

"See? You're not him."

"But they were so vivid John..uh Jory..."

"I know Klaus but sometimes dreams are like that but they're just dreams in the end."

Klaus crawls back into his bed and pulls his covers up to his chin yawning his next sentence.

"But 'm Keith I play in the 'Oo and you're John you're me best friend--" He mumurs his words before nodding completely off.

Jory smiles down at the slumbering man and ruffles his hair lovingly as he whispered low enough for only him the hear.

"I've missed you too dear friend."