Paperback Writer/ Rain shoot

John looked up at George, half-wondering if he'd misheard him in his sleepy state. "You want what?" he said. "You're daft."
"Please?" George smiled eagerly; it was one of those rare times when he really looked like the youngest. "I've never been to the future before!"
"You don't want to go to the future," John reminded him. "I've told you." He pulled the blankets over his head again and closed his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep. A segundo later, George pulled them off again.
John blinked at George in an annoyed, won't-you-ever-let-me-go-back-to-sleep kind of way.
"Why don't you go yourself?"
"I...