"Well you'd never believe me," you laughed, blinking your eyes slightly in hopes of clearing the haze in your head.

"You've heard the stories of what I've put up with over there," said Brian turning around to gesture to the group laughing away over at the tables. He then turning back around, resting his arm on the bar, "At this point I'd believe just about anything. What are you from the andromeda galaxy or some messier far away," he laughed to himself.

"Well...," you answered, sort of awkward smiling, "I'm definitely not from around here," Bri gave a light sort of friendly chuckle. He thought it rather humorous and took a big sip of his pint, "Okay but this is gonna sound crazy—but I figured you'd know, being—well, majoring in... astronomy was it?"

"Yeah," answered Brian slightly abruptly, setting his glass down. At this point he began he sort of began to sort of stare you up and down but without too much of a noticeable look of surprise. It was almost like his consciousness hadn't yet caught up with his subconsciousness on figuring out what you were going to say next.

"...What do you think of time travel?" you asked, surely he thought you were off your rocker.

"Ha! Time travel?!" shouted Brian a little loudly, almost with a sort of relief to his voice yet still something strained about it. You were worried he'd caught the attention of Freddie, but luckily Freddie was in his own little world at the moment.

"No but really," you continued, beer in hand, "Do you think it's possible?"

Brian took another sip, and nodded his head somewhat in acceptance, he sort of pouted his lips and shrugged, "Well, in theory, I suppose...but in theory just about anything is possible," You then sighed, Brian saw your seriousness and caught on quickly, he then sort of clenched his beer tightly, goodness you'd gone and stressed him, "Why?"

Okay you were taking a leap here, you figured this was at least a better step at fixing the situation than trying to deal with it yourself. Surely Brian had to know something, or at least he'd be a mind to bounce off in all this. You were getting no where on your own—what with trying to break up with Freddie before and set things right in what you remembered the timeline to be. Brian wouldn't exactly be the type to go scientifically test you, he'd maybe try to help you. You'd just have to try to not sound completely barmy.

"Because...I'm not from this time. I'm from the year 2017," you stated, Brian almost spit out his Guinness. Then looked you up and down again, this time with more panic. Luckily he might be just drunk enough to actually listen and not dismiss you completely.

"You're mad," he said, wiping the dribble off his chin onto his sleeve.

"No really!" you said, trying to redeem yourself and sound somewhat sane.

"How—prove it then," said Brian, he really did think you were a bit loony. You had to think about this for a moment. How had you proved to Freddie you were from the future again? You tried to remember as much as you could about Brian, but at the moment that was proving rather difficult, the combination of time and intoxication didn't help.

"Your name is Brian Harold May," you started, "You were born in Hampton on the 19th of July 1947 to Ruth and Harold May," goodness this was hard to get out, you'd have to think of some details, "When you were a boy you were scared of the chair in your bedroom," you'd think you'd heard that somewhere, "You've got a cat named Squeaky, you started learning ukulele when you were 6, and you're not particularly head over heals for Mary—but everyone knows that," you felt rather proud getting all that out.

"How did you—?" he seemed a little baffled. You felt a little pleased with yourself, remembering all that, you remembered one more little fact to really stick it to him.

"And you also paid exactly £9.45 for a set of 3 Burns pickups when you were building the Red Special," you said, almost laughing to yourself that you remembered that just now, funny how alcohol rarely, but sometimes, can be a good catalyst for random memories—also at this moment you were recalling a fairly embarrassing moment from middle school.

You snapped back to reality where Brian still sat baffled.

"I'm gonna need another drink," said Brian, raising his hand up limply to gesture to the barkeep for another beer. That made you laugh a bit, but quickly went back to seriousness when he turned around, he paused a moment, "So you're really from 2017".

"Yeah, I used to live in California, I don't exactly remember anything of what happened, but one morning I just woke up back in 1964," you said, you might be being too casual about this.

"You've been here since '64!" exclaimed Brian.

"Yeah," you answered, Brian ran his hands through his hair and put his elbows on the bar for a second, processing all this. The bartender brought over another pint for him and he instantly nursed it. You looked over to check and see that Freddie wasn't looking in on Brian's reactions. You'd only told Roger today that you were from The States, but telling Brian you were from the future! That wouldn't go over well with him.

Brian turned to you again, taking one big gulp to try and calm his nerves and settle into this new reality, "So you're from America?"

"Yeah," you answered, almost expecting hear an 'explains the accent' muttering from under his breath, but you didn't. He was just staring off into the distance.

"2017?" he asked confused, making you laugh a little, he was still trying to wrap his ever-growing poodle-haired head around this.

"Yes," you laughed, then took another small swig.

"And you've got no idea how you ended up here?" asked Brian, his voice pitched ever so slightly higher and higher with each question he posed.

"Nope," you answered, then turning to stare ahead, the dark hit you again, but you let it pass. It was silent for a moment and you sighed. Brian opened his mouth and then closed it again, he was still quite a bit baffled. You both sat in silence a moment longer.

"Wait," started Brian again, "How did you know all that...," he trailed off.

"It's complicated," you answered, how much could you exactly get into.

"Complicated how?" asked Brian, now slightly entertained with the idea, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe just interest. If it weren't so serious you'd almost think he'd accepted you having a go at him, but his most certainly wasn't any kind of joke.

"Look," you responded, "Maybe this is a bad time, I really actually need your help and—"

"Complicated how?" he repeated, this time more serious, but not overbearing.

You paused.

"Look all around you," you said. Brian turned around—almost just barely slipping of his chair a little. Had this not been such a serious situation you might've been stifling a laugh, "Doesn't this feel like the start of something big in your life?"

"I suppose," he answered then gave a fairly slow shrug. He still was now taking you seriously but began oddly staring at you, almost just past you—no it was most definitely at you.

"Well it is," you said, then paused, he just sat there staring, did I break him?, you thought to yourself, "Maybe we should continue this conversation on another time—"

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look in this lighting," he cut you off, staring at you rather drunkenly.

"Okay Brian," you answered, a little taken aback, you got off your barstool and took a pen out of your pocket, "Here," you said as you grabbed his rather clammy hand and beginning to write an address and time down on his hand, "Meet me here tomorrow, we'll talk about this more later".

"You know what we can do later—" he started, really now falling off his chair a bit, maybe telling him about all this in a pub was a rather bad idea.

"Bye Brian," you waved as you walked over to your table and he slumped onto the counter. You grabbed the attention of Helen who then went over to help him out. Poor guy, you thought to yourself, first time hearing about time travel and now he looks as though he's been.

You skated over to Freddie who was enjoying himself in a good laugh.

"Hiya, Fred," you said as you came over and gave him a nice big kiss on the lips, prompting in 'ooh' from the group and a bit of a whistle.

"Hello dear," said Freddie, running his hand from your shoulder down your back and grabbing your waist to pull you close.

"What were you all talking about," you asked the group.

Suddenly Miffer pipped up from beside you, "How loud you are when you're shagging him," he laughed. You gasped in surprise and gave him a little nudge, "Freddie!" he fake moaned, making everyone laugh.

"Aw fuck off," Freddie laughed, "You're just jealous".

"Of you?" laughed Miffer almost maniacally, like it was an insult.

"No of her, you tart!" Freddie laughed to himself, Miffer didn't take that too well, but Freddie was having a ball, "Oh don't get all miffed, you sod," he laughed.

Miffer had a temper and Freddie loved to feed off that occasionally, "Now be a dear and fetch us another round," said Freddie, gesturing to the bar. Then he tapped his arm and said, "Just a port and a lemon for me, my dear, for the voice". This definitely irked Miffer, but he quietly collected himself and did was told, "You see, I always defend my girl," said Freddie, "Be as loud as you want," he said kissing your temple and you laughed, then he whispered in your ear, "Especially next time, let's annoy the shit out of him shall we?"

The rest of the evening went on like this, little jokes, stories, and rows here and there. You stayed at the pub well into the late night, really until the owner kicked you out. You'd had more to drink than Freddie, but Brian was much worse off than either of you, he was taken home by Helen and a few of the boys much earlier. You sort of felt bad, maybe you should've taken him home, you had unloaded on him a bit, but you'd tried to be careful not to overwhelm him too much. Pub—not the best place to tell people you're from the future, you made a note to yourself in your head, though it would never have much in the way of use.

After you'd left the pub you'd all walked together arm and arm back to the flat all together. I'm sure the neighbors all go fairly annoyed at your rowdiness on the way back, but it wasn't a particularly long walk so you probably didn't bother them too much. When the lot of you got back to the flat suddenly all the instruments were out, Miffer pulled out his drumsticks, Mike got out his guitar, Tupp got out his bass, and Roger—well, he misplaced his latest pair of drumsticks but in his defense, he'd managed to bring home a girl, you weren't entirely sure of her name but she looked decent enough.

All together the group of you had a wild time well into the night. Eventually everyone else fell asleep where they lie. The whole lot stretched out across the floor, crazy you could fit about fifteen or so people on the floor of this tiny flat, you thought to yourself. Freddie and Roger were still up, chatting in the kitchen floor, leaning up against the cabinets. Your head was on Freddie shoulder. All was quiet for a moment as you begun to hear the first bird of the morning sing. The three of you were absolutely exhausted but for some reason weren't going to bed.

"Hey Roger?" Freddie broke the silence.

"Yeah," answered Roger after a long pause. The three of us still just staring out the window at the cool colored sky coming into view.

"Haven't you got a girl?" asked Freddie, yawning slightly.

"I got on here don't I," said Roger gesturing in the vicinity of the pile of people in on the living room floor. He was basically half asleep, but so were you and Freddie.

"No," said Freddie slowly, eyes halfway open, "Like a girlfriend?" Everyone was silent a moment, "Jo?" Freddie continued. It was all quiet and peaceful a moment more.

"She's on holiday," answered Roger.

"Holiday?" said Freddie sitting up to look at Roger. Roger turned to him.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Then what was with that pathetic shit earlier about needing a girl?" retorted Freddie.

"You two were the one's razzing me," claimed Roger.

The three of you just sat there for a moment staring at each other half asleep. Freddie looked at Roger once more.

"Then why didn't you say something?" Freddie questioned slowly, almost completely out of it now, his eyes almost closed completely.

"Well like I said, Jo's on holiday," answered Roger after a bit.

The three of you sat in silence for a bit and then all got all giggly together. Once the laugh's started they just couldn't stop. You and Freddie were laughing much more than Roger but even he still found it slightly hilarious. Freddie and you started to get up, still giggling a bit.

"She said we could take a bit of a break," Roger tried to defend himself, you were still laughing.

Freddie patted Roger's shoulder, "Goodnight Rog," he said as he walked back to the room with you, you were still laughing a bit—very tiredly mind you.

You and Freddie went inside the bedroom and as you were closing the door you saw Roger sort of muttering to himself and it made you laugh.

"It's morning by the way!" retorted Roger finally. You sighed.

"Goodnight Roger," you said sweetly, shutting the door all the way.

You heard a little muttering through the door, "I just said it was morning".

You giggled to yourself and joined Freddie back in bed. Cuddled up next to Freddie, sleep soon came fairly quickly.