At the hotel

That morning, for the first time since that journey to Australia, Keiko was finally happy she had met that... that... «What's his fucking name?», she thought. Anyway, that boring guy made one of her dream come true. «And John Lennon will do it for all other one.»
«You know, you're much better than Yoko!», said John before kissing her the 332nd time since they were awaken.
Keiko didn't say anything. Kisses are much better than words.

Suddenly, someone knocked the door. Some-fucking-one, knocked the door.
John shouted: «Who the hell knocked the door? Who the hell is behind that fucking door? The concert is at 10.30pm! I need to concentrate!»