"No, no, no! George, it's gone!" I was starting to hyperventilate.

"It's alright, love. It might be at Paul's place. That gizmo didn't even do anything, did it?" he reasoned.

If only he knew. I couldn't explain the whole situation to him. My compulsive lying was starting to snowball.

"George, trust me on this; it's important. I don't know how I know, but it is," I said.

"Let's just go to Paul's, maybe you left it there last night," he assured me.

He took my hand and we walked out the door. While I wanted to believe that the Reader was at Paul's place, I knew it wasn't.

The last time I checked it was in the bathroom at Paul's, and I put it directly into my inside jacket pocket. I was constantly feeling for it, until we got out of the apartment complex. That was when I got wrapped up in the party.

That was when I got wrapped up in George.

I hadn't even thought about what I was doing. How could I have been so stupid? This wasn't some dream--some fantasy land! I was stuck in the sixties for christ sake! And what did I do? I went to a party.

Which was something that I didn't even do in my own time. Why on earth did I think it was a good idea to do it in the goddamn sixties?

I let go of George's hand as we approached Paul's flat.

"Paul, it's Penny and me," George yelled as he knocked on the door.

We waited for a few seconds, there was nothing. George checked his watch.

"Paul, open up!" George yelled again, a little louder this time.

The door swung open to reveal an exhausted (and probably hungover) Paul McCartney. Once he saw us together, though, he cracked a smile.

"Well, well, well, it looks as though our two love birds decided to show up," he smirked.

"Penny you told him?" George asked.

I turned a deep shade of red.

"Oh come on George, she didn't need to. It's so obvious," Paul laughed.

It was George's turn to blush. Thankfully, our embarrassment was interrupted by a loud shriek.

"AHH JOHN NO!" Ringo yelled.

"This'll teach you!" John grunted as he leaped on top of Ringo, who fell backwards onto Paul's couch.

"John, please, don't hurt me!" Ringo pleaded.

John started laughing maniacally and poked Ringo's sides.

"JOHN NO! AH-HAHA PLEASE!" Ringo laughed.

The scene was adorable, I couldn't help but laugh along. Paul and George were laughing too.

"Aww, wittle Ringo is still ticklish," John mocked.

"JOHN HAHA--PLEASE--HAHAHA STOP!" Ringo spluttered.

"C'mon, John, let him up," Paul laughed, "he's had enough."

Ringo gave Paul a grateful look, while John looked disappointed.

"But Paul, he messed with my hair!" John whined.

"Get over it John, c'mon we have to get ready. The photo shoot is in a few of hours, and we're going to go get lunch first," Paul ordered.

"Fine," John pouted, shoving Ringo back onto the couch as he stood up.

That was when I realized that I hadn't eaten anything that day. I was starving.

"Hey Paul, after we get some lunch, we need to take Penny shopping, she doesn't have any clothes," George said.

"No, George it's really fine--" I was cut off by Paul.

"Oh yes, we'll get you some new clothes, it'll be fun! We'll get you some nice clothes for the photo shoot today!" he smiled.

Paul really was like my mother. Only with more money.

"Uh, that's really nice of you Paul, but did I by any chance leave my Ju--er, my electronic thing here last night? I can't find it, and I think that it's important. It was sort of the only thing that I had with me when I--er lost my memory,"

"Oh! No sorry I haven't seen it around here. You can look if you want to," he seemed concerned, and helped me search around his flat.

We looked around for awhile, while John and Ringo finished fixing their hair. We didn't find anything.

"Sorry love, it seems your little doo-dad isn't here," he frowned.

"That's okay," I said trying not to sound scared, "I was pretty sure that I had it when I left last night anyway."

"Maybe she lost it at the party!" Ringo interjected.

"Yeah, while you were cuttin' up the rug with your boyfriend," John smirked and nodded towards George.

Great, now John was in on the teasing too.

"Wait, Penny has a boyfriend? But she's lost her memory how could she-- oh..." Ringo's eyes widened as he figured it all out.

George took my hand and squeezed it to reassure me. He was so sweet.

"Well we'd better get going to lunch. Then after maybe we can go back to the Vault Club. Then we'll go get you some clothes, and by the time that's all done we'll be ready for the photo shoot!" George reckoned.

"Sounds good to me," Paul agreed, "Let's go lads."

Paul, John, and Ringo grabbed their coats, and we walked out the door.

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After lunch we were all crammed back into the cab. I realized that The Beatles had a private cab that shuttled them around London when they were working. I guess they were The Beatles it would make sense for them to have a private car. It made me feel so important, considering that the school bus was my primary mode of transportation.

The car stopped outside of the club, apparently named The Vault. I hadn't realized it the night before, I think I was to enamored with the fact that I was at a party with my favorite band of all time.

Which was probably going to be the reason that I was trapped in the sixties.

Maybe it won't be so bad. I thought. I'd have to cut off my relationship with The Beatles, and George, which would suck. My mom is about sixteen, she'd be in America right now. Maybe I could see her and my grandparents. Of course I can't get too involved, we all saw how Back to the Future went. I could get a job, maybe I could help in a TV repair shop or something. I could probably buy all of The Beatles records as they came out. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad in the sixties.

"Penny?" George asked, snapping me out of my deep thought.

"Come on, let's go," Paul ushered us inside. John and Ringo decided to stay in this car since we were only going to be a few minutes.

Paul went up to the front to see if anyone had found my Jump Reader. George and I looked around the now mostly empty bar and dance area.

I went back into the bathrooms. I thought that I went once the night before, so I went to check.

The restrooms were down sort of a long damp, dimly lit hallway. It was clear that this building could use some renovations. I looked at the floor, scanning for my device.

As I passed the men's room, someone walked out and plowed straight into me, knocking my glasses off. He swiftly stalked off down the hall, and out the back entrance.

"Hey!" I yelled as I blindly searched for my glasses.

I felt like Velma from Scooby-Doo.

I finally found my glasses, and got off of the floor. It was then that Paul and George poked their heads into the hallway, "Penny, are you okay, we thought we heard you yell?" Paul sounded worried.

"I'm fine, some man just bumped right into me and walked out the back door. But he's gone now."

"That git. He'll be sorry if I ever find out who he is," George growled.

"Did the bartender say there was any sign of the er-- gizmo?" I asked.

"Sadly, dear, no," Paul said. "But don't give up hope, I'm sure you'll find it eventually. Maybe it was just a cluster of parts anyway, and you can make another one," he sounded hopeful.

I just nodded and tried as hard as I could not to cry.

I was going to be stuck in the sixties.

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Hello readers! Thank you all so much for the support you've given me on my story, I love where it's going, and I hope that you all do too! It's been a little while between updates, but I'll have the next chapter out soon. Have a happy Christmas!!