The Beatles Color

For a moment, John just stared at Paul. Then he laughed.
"Get off, Paul. If it's 2014, how come we're not all livin' on the moon o something?"
Paul gave a small smile, too, at that. "It didn't work out that way."
John couldn't believe this. Paul was putting him on, he had to be. How could he have fallen down in one anno and woken up fifty years later? And yet - he remembered the data on the newspaper, and the strange world outside, and he couldn't think of a better explanation.
"They must have them time machines at least," he offered, "seeing as you're so calm about me appearing here right out...