On the plane from Montreal to Jacksonville, Florida, after the concert, Ringo, who was normally ill-at-ease on planes, relaxed and threw a cushion at someone. Immediately a pillow fight ensued with all the first-class pillows winging through the air.
Suddenly a voice came over the intercom, “You’re behaving like a bunch of children. This plane is in danger of crashing unless you sit quietly. It is vital that you fasten your seat belts …” Everyone froze, then returned to their seats and quietly fastened themselves in.
Then Paul appeared, returning to his seat, a huge grin on his face at pulling one over on his mates.
September 8 1966
// The Beatles Diary Volume 1: The Beatles Years //Barry Miles
Imagine finding out your friend has gone missing while working a case with the BAU.
You tapped your fingers nervously against your leg, checking your phone for the umpteenth time to see if you had received a text from your friend. Once more, there was nothing. No news, no sign of them. The lump in your throat grew and you raked a hand through your hair. It was all you could do not to run out of the room and scour the streets until you found them.
“Is everything alright, [f/n]?” Spencer’s voice broke through your spiralling thoughts. “You’ve been distracted since we got this case.”
You swallowed thickly. Maybe you were just overreacting. Maybe you had heard so many horror stories that you were starting to think that you were in one. You sighed, trying to compose yourself, “It’s just… a friend of mine, they haven’t been answering any of my texts. I’ve tried calling, I asked my brother to go around to their place, there’s been nothing. I’m scared for them. I mean, there’s been so many hate crimes in that area and I…” You trailed off and resumed tapping your fingers against your knee anxiously.
Emily’s expression turned to one of sympathy. She reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze. “I can call some people to look into it,” she promised.
You nodded, pressing your lips together, “Thanks, that means a lot. I mean, they’ve been targeted once before and got beat up pretty badly so I guess I’m just a bit freaked out that it might happen again. Or that something worse could happen.”
Spencer pursed his lips, “People often fear what they cannot understand. Sadly, we’re very slow to understand others. I hope your friend is alright, [f/n].”