A/N Sorry for the short chapter

I got up and headed back to the studio room, suddenly remembering what it was. "Let it be!" I shouted, a bit louder than I meant to.

"What's that?" George asked.

"Oh," I realised everyone in the studio was staring at me. "Nothing," I replied as I sat down next to Linda again.

" 'You alright?" She asked discreetly.

"Yeah. Oh, and I have to tell you something later, don't let me forget," I smiled. I was excited to tell her, though she'd probably think I was crazy.

John's song nearly put me to sleep again, but I loved it. I glanced up at the clock and it shocked me. I thought I'd only slept for a half hour, but we only had a half hour left.

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We sat in the living room with Martha after the session was over.

"Oh, there was something you were going to tell me, Paul," She reminded me.

"Ah, yes, it sounds a bit odd though. I promise I haven't gone mad,"

"Okay..." Her smile had a hint of humour in it, though curiosity was taking over.

"Whilst I was sleeping, I had a dream... about my mum...and she said to give you a message..."

"Alright,"

"She said that..." I had to be careful with this. I laid my hand atop hers. "That when Heather...passed away, she never left your side, and her spirit is always around you." I finished, almost quoting her word for word.

It was a bit difficult to read Linda's expression. She was smiling, but her chin was quivering and tears were threatening to spill over. "Thank you," She whispered, barely audible.