On our way to the studio, I couldn't stop staring at the brilliantly coloured leaves on the trees zipping past. Beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows glinted in the sunlight, which would have been wonderful to snap a picture of, if I had a camera on me. I fiddled with the necklace that I refused to take off, fearing I'd lose one of my few possessions. That was all I had along with the clothes Paul had taken me shopping for weeks ago, since my old ones were torn and bloodstained and whatnot.

Mr Martin greeted us as we entered the studio, once again handing me a camera. "Happy birthday, Linda, you can keep this."

"Really?" I asked. "Thank you so much!"

"Sure," he smiled.

Ringo came in but a few minutes later, jogging over to me and crouching down in front of me again. It made me feel silly when he did that, but I don't think he noticed.

"Paul told me about your birthday so I made you a card," he said, handing me a blue envelope with my name on it, though the L was backwards. "Go on, open it,"

I tore it open to reveal a sweetly hand-drawn picture on a sheet of notebook paper (and yes, it was wide ruled). He pointed out Paul, George, himself, John, and me in the centre with yellow hair, standing behind a cake. It was actually quite good for being drawn in crayon. "I love it!" I couldn't resist the grin creeping onto my face as I flipped it open and saw his short message.

Happy birthday, Linda! I hope it's filed with happieness and piece and luv!

It was cute with all the spelling mistakes and wrong words, it gave it personality. "Thank you, Ringo," I leaned forward and hugged him, earning a smile.

George (H) was on holiday with his wife so he didn't come in. John came in but he was too preoccupied with Yoko to acknowledge me or even Ringo. I didn't mind, but Ringo looked a bit dejected, sitting all alone behind his drums.