So this may end up a bit shorter than I thought, but the ending will be very... odd you might say...
Paul sighed, laying down on the bed and rustling his hands through his mop top.
"Paul?" John asked, turning to his friend.
"Hmm?"
"You think we'll ever get back? Y'know, I miss Cyn and Jules."
"Yeah, I miss Jane. She's probably telling Peter about how much she misses me."
"Heh, poor guy."
"I dunno. I guess one day, we'll be back."
"But when? By the time I get back, Jules could be 17!"
"I don't think we'll be here for that long."
"Well they've been stuck here for at least a year and we've been here for what, two months?"
"Six days."
"But six days could turn into six months, then six years!"
"Now, don't overthink this, John. We could be off before you know it."
"I wonder how George's doing..."
Meanwhile...
"I saw her standin' on the corner, a yellow ribbon in her hair, I couldn't keep myself from shoutin'...."
"Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell, it's down at the end of Lonely Street, the Heartbreak Hotel..."
"Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains..."
"Again, WORST. DAY. EVER."
And on Ringo's side of things....
It's been like what, an hour? If they aren't gonna eat me, what're they gonna do?
And back to the hut!
"He should be fine."
"Yeah, I guess."
Paul closed his eyes, sighing once more thinking about what actually will happen once they got back. If they got back...