He wiped the mud off the ring and it revealed to have a beautiful deep purple stone. His eyes lit up in amazement. The large purple stone was reflected in his irides. The ring was enchanting. Unlike anything Moon had ever seen. It made him feel sort of dizzy by just holding it in his hand. It radiated power.

An eerily gorgeous ring found in the mud. So naturally being Keith Moon he put it on. The ring fit him perfectly on the pointer finger. Unnaturally well in fact.

"Cool," he laughed still sitting in the mud. For once Moon didn't feel like breaking something or accidentally running Keith Richards over with a car... instead he stood up and lumbered through the thick squelchy mud. It bubbled beneath his bare feet.

Obviously he couldn't drive the car back but he found himself once again staring at the ring. It was enchanting, he couldn't resist it. Stars danced in his eyes.

Moon rubbed his eyes and blinked. The stars were gone... they seemed rather familiar, like he'd seen them before. It was an unnerving feeling in his gut. He hated it. It seemed to tug. It was like he should know the answer and did know it but it was blocked by something... An unbreakable barrier in this mind.

''The ring,'' he gasped. He glanced it once again. It seemed perfectly normal except for its alien gleam. ''What,'' he gulped. ''What do you want?"

The ring did not respond.

''I can't believe I'm talking to a bloody ring, I thought the lowest I could stoop was talking to Mick Jagger.''

The ring still did not respond, although he could swear it agreed with him.

Moon rubbed his neck. ''I guess I could just slide you off and start walking home.'' He tugged at the ring but it wouldn't budge. ''Well fuck.''

He trudged away from the murky water. ''I wish I could just get back to the lads.. Roger-"

But before he could finish his sentence the ring squeezed his finger even tighter, it surely was not coming off now. The ring let out a bright bolt of lightening which hit him in the face.

Moon was no longer where he stood. He was nowhere in particular but yet he was somewhere. There was no noise, he couldn't even hear himself breathe. Was he even breathing? Moon wasn't even standing, he felt himself float around like in zero gravity. The mystery of this ring would pursue, as he felt himself falling. Sound came back and he could hear a voice singing.

🎶Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.🎶

SPLASH

Roger let out a high pitched squeal, then sunk under the bubbles. ''WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM AGAIN?"

On the bright-side Moon wouldn't have to wash the mud off himself now but however on the other hand he was sitting in Roger's bath. ''Sorry.''

Roger stared at him wide-eyed, desperately covering his nipples. ''Please get out."

Moon sighed, getting out of the bath. ''Okay, okay... I'm leaving.'' He opened the door, ''I really don't know what you are worried about... I've already seen your dick.''

Moon slammed the door and ran in his soaking wet clothes but he could still hear Roger screeching. ''SHUT UUUUUP."

Moon smiled, it seemed this ring would prove to be interesting after all...