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 The Silver Beetles' first date in Paris raised eyebrows that brought crowds to the rest of their concerts there. And so to Jens' surprise, Paris earned them more money than it cost.

"Shame we haven't any dates set up, we could keep touring 'til the end of '65…" grumbled John.

"I think I could set something up with me mates in Leeds, would be good to be back in Merry Olde England for a bit," replied Ringo. "Just a little club, a few friends, most I can do like this."

And so there they were, a few days of the cheapest possible travel options later. With such short notice, the Leeds concert was a bust, but a blast for them, probably their most enjoyable concert in… 1968.

Jens only learned something was up with time when he went to book the ferry back to the Continent and the timetables were for 1982… and also, the band he managed was famous - the ticket lady even begged for autographs.

Of course after all these centuries he'd gained a nose for the supernatural and had suspected Don for quite a while. Confronted, Don confessed he was a foreigner in this universe, an invasive element.

"If we've so magically become famous, then perhaps we're rich too?" Don wondered, and phoned his bank in Hamburg…Yes, he had plenty in the bank, enough to keep the band touring in - he started daydreaming - Seattle if he wanted.

"Play in Seattle huh?" Jens said sharply. Don had been talking in his half-sleep. "Well that's good, because we're booked for just that."

"What the hell?