John Lennon took the gold record player from his white desk and put it on the ground. He snapped his fingers and Let It Be came flying at him and it landed perfectly in his hand.

He put it on and started listening to it to relax after laughing with George Harrison and Elvis Presley.

Forgetting what was first, Two Of Us started playing.

After laughing at himself at the beginning, him and Paul started singing.

Two of us riding nowhere

Spending someone's

Hard earned pay

You and me Sunday driving

Not arriving

On our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home

John's breath got hitched in his throat.

Two of us sending postcards

Writing letters

On my wall

You and me burning matches

Lifting latches

On our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home

His eyes glazed over with tears.

You and I have memories

Longer than the road that stretches out ahead

Not holding the tears back anymore, he burst into tears. He cried and cried as he listened to Paul sing, obviously hurting inside when he thought of the wonderful and not so wonderful memories they had.

He stood up and walked over to the TV. Now, this was no ordinary TV. It was able to show him anyone on earth and what they were doing.

He turned the sound off because he wanted to keep listening to the song.

"Pa...Paul MaCharmly."

He smiled as he thought of the interview in Sweden where he said his name like that.

The tv switched its screen to Paul and Nancy watching TV.

He waited half an hour (now listening to the whole album) and watched him, not in a creepy way, but in a brotherly, loving, caring way.

He then saw Nancy switch off the TV, kiss Paul and go to bed.

Paul sat there and twiddled his thumbs, smiling. John smiled, thinking of what he might be thinking.

Paul then got up and grabbed an album and put it on the record player. John stopped his own and switched on the sound of the TV.

He heard him goofing off in the beginning of the song and then he heard Two Of Us started playing on Paul's.

He saw Paul stiffen as the song started playing.

John saw him shake a bit.

Then he did his unmistakable large frown when he knows he wants to cry but doesn't want too.

Then tears started coming down his wrinkly, beautiful face.

John stood up and sat down next to the TV. He grazed his fingers over the image of Paul's face as he started full on crying.

John's eyes glazed with tears as he watched the 69 year old man cry.

As the song ended, Paul wiped his face and switched off the record player. He put the album carefully back into its place and started walking to his room, wiping the tears off his face.

He stopped right outside the door and looked up, obviously to talk to John.

John's throat clogged.

"I love you, old friend."

Paul then sighed, smiled then walked into his room.

John switched off the TV.

"I love you too."