Glass Onion

Artik explained, "...Need a base of operations. Can't just go from timestream to timestream. Need a place to recooperate." He looked about the interior of the Antarctician Labs, "Lovely! I rememver me!" He beamed at the wall, "The round things!"

Makoto was unimpressed.

"Love the round things." Cyril commented idly.

Artik took a moment before looking serious. "I told you about Strawberry Fields?" He clarified, "The place where nothing is real?"

Makoto was reading.

"No, sounds fun though."

Artik typed coordinates into a holotable, "Seraph tech," he muttered. "Coordinates... Time: Forever!" He pulled a lever and they teleported.

Artik reappeared with the others. His existance flickered slightly. "Right, then. Next up..." Artik began singing under his breath. "Looking through a Glass Onion... Walrus and me, man..."

Artik blinked, "Have we met a Walrus?"

"So then it hasn't always been called Elysium, thus Heaven's had the name longer." Cyril concluded. "No we have not met a walrus."

Artik cursed. "Well, I didn't want it to end up like this, but...."

"We'll have to go get spoilers."

Makoto was suddenly interested. "Spoilers?"

"This wont end well." Cyril's tail swished nervously.

Artik gestured around him. "There's a lot of my life that can be equated to The Beatles' songs. There's probably a reason for that. I've recently realized that I'm Bob Dylan, or something." He warped his body, "See," he said nasally. "At some point, I willim hath beenuth friends with the Fab Four. I probably tell them of our journeys, and... their songs become spoiler-free hints. Like chapter titles."
He began entering coordinates into the teleport, "28 August 1964, Delmonico Hotel, NY, NY, USA, 11:45AM EST." He flipped the lever and vanished.

Makoto sighed.