Paul McCartney looked at his beautiful wife lying on the bed. His eyes tearing up as he realized she was too ill and weak to win this two-year battle they had both struggled with. Up until now, it seemed that she was doing fine and the future looked bright for them, but in the last few days her health had declined tremendously. She had become excessively tired and spent most of her time in bed. He looked at her as she slept and thought to himself how he would ever handle being separated from her. She had been there for him at his worse times in life and had lifted him up. Although they had fought this fight against cancer side by side there wasn't anything he could do to get her through this; it was out of his hands.

As thoughts continued to collect in his mind he felt a strong breeze of cold air filling the room. He immediately got up to look for another blanket to cover up Linda, the last thing he needed was for her to catch a cold. As he turned to get up from the bed his movement ceased as his eyes gazed up at an inconceivable sight. There, in front of the window, stood a faint, misty-like figure. At first he thought his lack of sleep was getting the best of him and he shook his head to try to get rid of the image, but it wasn't just in his head because when he looked back the figure was still there. He soon saw the form turn to face him and his eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. He heard himself gasp and knew his jaw had fallen. There, seventeen years later, was none other than John Lennon.

"This is unreal." He heard himself say softly.

"Is it?" John said looking around. "I don't know about that, I seem to think this is real. I'm here standing in your bedroom, aren't I?"

"But you... you're suppose to be" Paul trailed off.

"Dead?" John finished for him. "I am, no doubt about that. Have been for seventeen years now."

"Oh God" Paul said running his hand through his hair. "I must be going insane."

"No, and you're not dreaming either."

To this Paul looked up. He looked at the image that seemed to glow with the sunlight. It was indeed John, his long time friend. He looked just like he had during his Imagine period. He had read somewhere that ghosts and spirits often took up the identity they had when they were 33 years old, but he never thought it to true. In fact he never thought any of this stuff to be true. Ghosts and spirits? He had never given it a second thought. He believed in angels, but he had never, in his 55 years, seen one.

He saw a small smile on his friend's face. "And who's to say I'm not an angel, eh?"

Paul was dumbstruck. " How did...?"

"Yes, Paul. I've resorted to mind reading." John winked. "Listen, I'm no angel, you know that more than anybody, but you shouldn't rule out ghosts and spirits. If you believe in one thing, might as well believe in another, don't you think?"

Paul began to relax a bit as the familiar feeling he once shared with John started to make its way back into him.

"I suppose, but tell me, why did it take you seventeen years to get back in touch with me?"

"What are you talking about? I've been keeping up with you since 1981. Who do you think it was who helped you with those lines to songs you couldn't think of?"

Paul raised an eyebrow.

" Yeah, none other than your good ole' mate John. And who do you think it was who was causing you to get all those stomachaches when the whole Michael Jackson thing was taking place? Yeah, it was me too. I was trying to get your attention so you wouldn't go through with it. It's a pity I didn't get it across to you... but hey, no hard feelings Macca." John grinned.

"Yeah, no hard feelings." Paul repeated as he stroked his stomach. "Those were deadly aches. I can't believe you kept them up that long."

"Yeah well" John's sentenced trailed off as he moved from the place he had been standing to a more shaded area.

Paul finally got off the bed and approached John. They were now standing face to face. He couldn't believe it was really him. It had been more than twenty years since he had seen him. Before John passed away they had spoken on the phone, but didn't speak one on one.

" John?" Paul started.

" Yeah?"

" I never got to say this to you, butI loved you. I still love you."

" I know." John smiled a little. " I love you too... always have."

Paul couldn't help but smile. In all his years he had never heard John say that he loved him with such sincerity.

"But I didn't just drop by to say hello." John spoke again after a moment of silence. This time with seriousness that brought Paul back into reality. "I came here for a reason." He looked at Linda and then back at Paul.

Paul could feel something building at the pit of his stomach. He knew why John was here, but he didn't want to accept it.

" You came for her, didn't you?" Paul asked knowingly as he sat on the bed and took Linda's hand in his own. He could feel a knot forming in his throat.

"Paul. These two yearsLinda and you have fought with such determination... but she can't go on." John's voice was soft and heartfelt. "She doesn't want to go. She doesn't want to leave you and the kids alone, but she can't fight against this anymore. She's been so courageous, but now she'sshe's too far along the line. She's been holding out... for you. She needs to know it's okay to leave"

Paul closed his eyes tightly. He could feel a tear running down his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw his Linda. She had fought... they had both fought, but now it was time to let go. He took in a deep breath and turned to John who was now standing next to him. The knot in his throat was becoming larger making it harder for him to speak.

"John? You'll take care of her"

It was suppose to come out in a form of a question, but it came out more like a plea.

"I will. You can count on it." John responded gently.

Paul bit his lip and closed his eyes as the tears started flowing.

"I'll go get the kids." He managed to say as he wiped the tears with the back of his hand. He lightly placed Linda's hand on the bed as he stood up. John moved to the side to let him through. Paul looked at the solemn expression on John's face before going out of the room to call the kids.

John stood there, overlooking Linda. 'She certainly is an extraordinary woman.' He thought to himself. He heard footsteps coming down the hall and saw Paul and the kids making their way across to the bed. He stood back, careful not to get in the way. Nobody noticed he was there; after all, Paul was the only one who could see him at this point. He hated to see this. Stella and Mary were crying uncontrollably while James tried to comfort them; Heather was at Paul's side. Linda had awoken one last time and was now bidding farewell to her family. She had a small smile on her face and was trying to tell them it would be fine. John could tell however, that she knew she was leaving soon. Paul reassured her everything would be fine and told her to close her eyes. John knew it was time. The air was getting colder, a clear sign she would be coming with him soon.

Paul spoke to her softly as John looked sadly at the scene. Spirits weren't suppose to be able to cry, but a tear made its way down his cheek before he could stop it. How could he not cry seeing how his best mate said goodbye to the love of his life? Paul was strong, he would survive, but that didn't take away from the pain he felt or the pain John felt for him and his family.

Paul's voice was only but a whisper, yet John could vaguely hear his words from where he was standing.

"You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear blue.''

Paul had barely gotten to the end of his sentence when John saw Linda's spirit hovering over her own body. She looked at the sight of her children and her husband at the foot of her bed, sobs being the only sound in the room. Her eyes trailed off and met up with John's. She knew why he was there. She slowly moved towards him and John held out his hand. She took it and he smiled a little. They both looked at the dark room, the sun had gone down and it was now cloudy. John saw the sad expression on Linda's face and he gave her a squeeze on the hand to reassure her everything would turn out all right. It was time to go.

Paul suddenly remembered about John. He searched the room, but there was no sign of him anywhere. His only consolation was the fact that John had promised he would take care of his Linda until he joined up with them.