And so their plan was set into action, Id lit a small flame near the control room to get Gluttony's attention, then SuperEgo lead George into his memory banks. "It's a maze in here, just keep moving and she'll never be able to find you, much less find her way back." He explained.

"Okay.. What's it like in there?. Will I be able to see all of my past life experiences?."

"Any one you wish, it's like a hallway full of TV screens representing everything you've done in the past. But don't get too caught up in there, you still need to get to your friends in the material world before she finds you."

"I gotcha.. Ah! Sounds like she's coming this way." George squeaked, instantly making his way into the banks. "Alright.. Time to send her on a wild goose chase."

It was almost surreal literally walking down memory lane, every which way he looked he could see a part of the past. "I can't believe it.. Every single part of my past is stored right in here. Hopefully all the drinking didn't mess up some of them." He knew he should probably be on the run in case the sin managed to catch up with him, but he didn't want to run past everything.

"Aha! Thought you could get away that easily?" A voice snarled from behind. George instantly shot up when he saw Gluttony gaining on him. "Ah! Gotta run!"

Although it wasn't nearly a challenge to outrun such an enormous demon, George was quickly getting exhausted, the extra weight was slowing him down, not helping matters was an upcoming dead end. "Where to now.. I wonder.."

Looking over at one of his memories, George closed his eyes and took a step into the screen. Once he opened them, he found himself in the middle of a crowd of fans, but they didn't look happy.

"Pete Best forever! Ringo never!" They cried. The youngest Beatle instantly knew where he was now. "I was hoping not to go through this again.." He muttered, trying to evade the large crowd. But just like how he remembered this day, he got a large blackeye from the angriest fan he ever saw. "How could you just replace Pete like that?!"

"I.. You just need to give him a chance.. You'll grow to like him overtime." He whimpered, covering his sore eye. He was looking for a way out, but stopped when he saw Ringo rushing to the bathroom. "I can't just leave him there.."

Following his bandmate, George bent down to see Ringo huddled against the corner, tears streaming from his blue eyes. "Richie?."

"I didn't think the fans would be acting like this.. I wonder if it was a mistake joining your group.." Ringo sniffled. "You got hurt now because of me.."

"Don't say that, I'm sure the fans will grow to like you soon. They just need time, once they hear you sing, they'll love you." George assured to him. "John and Paul wanted you because you're the best drummer there is."

"You.. You really think so?"

"I do.." A crash was heard from the other side of the door, George knew it was time to run. "Don't let them discourage you from being the best drummer there is!" He called before rushing out the door. He landed into another memory screen, when he emerged he was in his old teddy boy gear. "Looks like back when we were still in Hamburg." He thought.

"What are you doing here?." John muttered, the younger guitarist knew exactly what was going on in here.

"Johnny.. I know you miss him-"

"You don't know anything! You never lost a loved one before.." He snapped, not turning to look at his friend. "I.. It.. He just.. Why?.. Why did he have to go?. He was so young."

George didn't know how to respond, John was overwhelmed with grief, knowing his best buddy Stu was gone forever. Taking a deep breath, George placed his hand on the rhythm guitarist's shoulder. "He's still in your memories. He's never really gone as long as you remember everything you did together."

"You talk like I can just walk into my mind and pluck out whatever memory I can watch like it's a film." John murmured.

"Well, just think about it.. Astrid will be up soon." George told him, leaving as soon as he found yet another screen. "Hope this one leads somewhere happier.."

Lucky for him, it did. He was much younger this time and walking down a bus aisle. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"Nah, you can sit here." A young Paul responded, moving over so George had room to sit. "I'm Paul."

"George. You play guitar?"

"I want to play bass, but my Dad says it's too expensive to buy. He says my trumpet works fine, but I doubt it's good for rock and roll." Paul giggled.

"Well, maybe someday we can be a part of a big famous rock act!"

"Aw, maybe. Ah, here's our school."

As soon as George got off the bus, he instantly found himself out of the memory banks and back into his mind. "She's probably still stuck in there, time to take back control!"

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"Nn.. John?.. Where are we?. Where am I?"

"Georgie! Wait.. You sure this is you?" John saw his kidnapper suddenly pass out an hour ago, but when he awoke, he noticed George's eyes returned to their normal chocolate brown. "We're at some weird swamp house."

Knowing he wouldn't have much time until Gluttony returned, George rolled over to the fireplace, hoping to make a big enough smoke signal for the others to see. "Hopefully Paul, Ringo and Pattie will find us here.. Oh! Better get you out of here before she comes back!"

Once John was free, George was expecting him to flee. "Why aren't you running? You gotta get out and let the others know I'm here!"

"I'm not leaving until you're alright. If that Gluttony decides to show her face again, I'll give her a piece of my mind!"

"John please.. She... She........ You should have listened to your little friend."