I finally took a glance at what my kidnapper looked like, except he didn't look nothing like Paul McCartney at all. Instead, the kidnapper looked like...George Harrison? I raised my eyebrow curiously and looked at him confusedly. "George" had a white, fluffy, bathrobe around his thin body, his hair was silky, chesnut, brown and was shoulder length, and when I took a look at his face he didn't look very well. George's face was pale and I could hear him make small sniffling noises in the background. I watched him sit down on the couch and I heard him coughing violently. I couldn't understand why he would kidnap me if he was too sick. This can't be right. Why would he have a ticket with a fake name, and he sucks at trying to be a Paul impersonator when he should be George. 

This completely sucks. I'm stuck in this room while this George impersonator is out there guarding. I guess all I can really do is wait it out and maybe he will leave. I sighed deeply and felt disappointed that my opportunity to leave is gone.

A few hours went by as I stood by the door feeling determind that maybe my kidnapper would leave the room, but sadly he was still out there. This George was laying down on the couch as I heard him sniffling and blowing his nose with a tissue. Inside of me, I felt a little bit upset and worried about him that he's feeling really awful, but who am I kidding? He's a psycho and he's not George, he's just a crazy man. Why should I feel sorry for him? 

After a few hours of waiting, I watched the door open suddenly. Coming into the room were three other men that looked exactly like the other Beatles. My mouth dropped slightly as I couldn't believe what my eyes are witnessing. The men walked towards George and a couple of them sat down in a chair, while the other that looked like Ringo, sat down beside George on the couch. I tried to not be noticeable, and tried to have a tiny crack open from my door so I can try and figure out what they were doing. "How ya feelin', George?" the man that looked like John asked. "Not very well, I 'ave such a bad fever. It's bloody killin' me. I'm sorry tha' I couldn't make it to the show ya guys." George said with a thick, scouse, raspy accent as he tried to speak. "Speakin' of how you're feelin', did ya check on the bird? How is she doin'? Is she recoverin'?" what appeared to be Paul speaking. "I didn't want to wake 'er. I didn't want 'er to get sick from me. 'ow did ya ever manage to find 'er?" George asked curiously. "I dunno really. I found 'er unconcious out by the front of our hotel outside in the cold. I'm assumin' she was trampled by dozens of those crazy fans out there." Paul explained. "Poor 'ol bird. I never got a chance to take a look at 'er! Is she hot? A hottie, yeah? Pretty?" John said in a cheeky way as he sat on the edge of his seat. Damn they're really good Beatle impersonators. They have the most amazing voices that I have ever heard. Not many people can copy their voices. Sometimes it was very hard to understand what they were saying. 

"I really hope the poor bird is ok, I hate to be in tha' situation...That's terrible." Ringo said sadly as I watched him fiddle with his rings on his fingers. "I think someone should check on 'er to make sure she's doin' ok. Maybe she's recovered?" George exclaimed. "Good idea, George. I might as well check on 'er since it is my room." Paul said as he got up on his feet and went towards the door that I was standing behind it. My heart began to pound dramatically again as I rushed over to the bed, went under the covers, and then I closed my eyes as I pretend to be asleep. I heard the door open and heard the footsteps walking over to my bed. I opened my eyes a tiny bit to take a look who entered the room. It was Paul who obviously entered the room, and I watched him walking over to the chair where I accidentally forgot to put his plane ticket back into the envelope. "What's this doin' on the floor?" Paul asked himself curiously as he kneeled down to pick his ticket back up and put it neatly back into his envelope. When he placed his ticket back, he turned his head and took a glance at me. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I didn't close my eyes quick enough when he saw me. I was in trouble. 

I was too late. Paul already discovered that I was awake even though I had my eyes opened slightly. I decided to be brave and have my eyes fully opened. I couldn't hide from him as he walked over to me and he gave me a soft, warm, smile. I held the bedsheets tight to my body. I was scared at what he was going to do to me as he inched closer to me. "'ey love. You're awake! How are you feelin'? You have a name, love?" he asked me as he sat on the edge of my bed. Even though he acted and looked like Paul, I had to trust my instincts. I couldn't trust him or the others since they did kidnap me. I can't give into them. They can't be real. "Get away from me!" I yelled nervously at him as I moved to the other side of the bed. Paul looked like he was in deep shock like he said something wrong as he tried to calm me down. "'ey love, take it easy. It's ok! You're safe, love." Paul said calmly as he went on the other side and tried to touch my arms. I squirmed a little as I moved again to the other side of the bed once more. 

When I yelled, I heard the door open and the others came in. "What's goin' on??" John asked Paul. Paul sighed as he walked over to John and they all glanced at me. "She's a bit scared. I got this." Paul said confidentally. "I don't think ya do. She's scared stiff." George said with his thick accent as he gestured at me with his hand. Paul raised an eyebrow at him and huffed. "Ya think?" Paul said sarcastically. "Maybe she just needs a lil' introduction is all." John smiled cheekily as he playfully sat down beside me on the edge of the bed. "'ey there, love. Ya don't need to be scared of us. Paul saved ya." John explained. I looked at him confused and then I looked at the others. "I'm so confused...What happened to me?" I asked them. "You were unconcious, love." Ringo said to me. "I...I couldn't have been? I was only sleeping?" I said. "What do you guys want from me?? Why are you guys dressed up as the Beatles?" I asked bewilderdly. The boys looked at each other and some of them tried hard not to laugh. "You don't know who we are, love?" John smiled as he tried to hold his laughter. 

"No, I believe you guys are trying to kidnap me and try to pretend you guys are the Beatles." I said firmly as I try to reason with them and wish that they will let me go. "Kidnap? Kidnappin' doesn't sound fun at all." Ringo said with a bit of concern as he looked at George and then back at me. "Yeah?? Just admit you guys kidnapped me from Iowa and brought me here. You guys probably kidnapped a lot of girls and who knows what you did to them." I said. "Love? Wha' are you talkin' about? We wouldn't do such a thing like that?" Paul asked with a confused look on his face. "Well, if you guys don't think so then what year is this? Where am I?? What am I doing here? This has to be a dream." I said. "Love, like Ringo told you. Paul found you unconcious out there. I think some of the fans knocked you out cold and you had a bruise on yer head. We are the Beatles. There's no one else tha' are us. There's no need to worry, love." John tried to explain to me. "We're real, love. This isn't a dream. Believe me, if it was a dream, George would be completely happy tha' he's not havin' a cold." Paul laughed as he nudged George. George snickered, and rolled his eyes at Paul as he started to cover his mouth with his arm and coughed. 

"But...but..." I stuttered as I gazed at John and then at George for awhile. How can the Beatles be real? Isn't Paul and Ringo suppose to be old? Plus, isn't George and John passed away? "But wha', love?" George asked curiously as he noticed me staring at him like I have seen a ghost. "Aren't...aren't...you and John suppose to be dead then?" I asked nervously. George raised an eyebrow at me like I was crazy and even John questioned me. "Wha' the bloody 'ell? Dead? Wha' do you mean dead, love? You must've hit your head really hard." John said with deep concern in his voice. "Where did you get tha' from?" Ringo asked curiously. "N..nevermind...I guess I did hit my head pretty hard." I said with a small sigh. I felt like I was going to give up and go with what they say. They do seem pretty real, and if they were really impersonators they wouldn't act very good as these guys are doing. Maybe this isn't a dream and somehow I've been transported into the past! Maybe this won't be so bad after all since Paul did save me and it's truly a dream come true to be with the actual Beatles.