After walking in you could really see how small the room was for three people to be living in.

The condition was bizarrely immaculate. Maybe a little bit too much. The walls were brighter than white and the tiles you could see your pores in.

"Stop looking at our floor it's slightly disturbing."

"I wouldn't stare if it didn't look like I could see all my wrinkles harrison."

"Touché Lennon touché."

Paul or what I assumed his name was from my sheet and George's introduction stopped preening. He was talking to Ringo the small boy that looked like a kicked puppy.

"So I'm your new caregiver the name is John."

"Pleasure to meet ya hot stuff." Paul smiled and winked.

"I like your hair it's all curly!" Ringo all but yelled his smile never faltering and his child like innocent all but oozing.

"I already said my part lemon." George muttered joining Paul and Ringo on the little bed.

This is gonna be a long day.