"Well, that was traumatic." John said, trying to stay calm and patting his hair back into place.

Ringo nodded, flustered. "What do we do now?" 

John gingerly pushed the wooden door open and peered inside, just in case another monster decided to pounce on him and try and eat him alive. "Let's go in here and carry on searching for George." He pushed the door open and stepped through, looking around.

Paul and Ringo followed him nervously. The door led to a narrow passage that winded its way forwards and the trio followed it until they came to another door.

John was about to open it when Paul whispered to him, "Be careful. It might be a trap." John nodded in agreement and stepped backwards, pushing the door forwards with the edge of his foot and dodging out of the way quickly.

Nothing happened.

"Paranoid." John smirked at Paul and swung the door fully open, stepping through. Ringo expected something to jump out suddenly and attack them, but there wasn't a movement from anything other than the three Beatles.

"I don't like this." Paul whispered, "It seems too easy... why isn't anything trying to stop us?"

John just snorted. "You should be happy nothing is trying to kill us. I think we ought to find George before something finds us though."

"Ringo?"

Ringo froze. "What was that noise?" He murmured tensely, straining his ears to listen for the familiar voice.

"Ringo?"

There it was again! "I can hear him! I can hear George!" Ringo yelped with joy and ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the sound.

John and Paul gasped. "Wait up!" They called and raced after him.

"I'm coming, George!" Ringo yelled and found himself at another door. To his annoyance, it was locked. He pounded on it aggressively, desperate to reach his friend.

"Ringo... where are you?" George whispered hoarsely from the other side of the door. He sounded so weak... Ringo had to get to him quickly. He was all set to try and knock the door down when John and Paul caught up with him.

"Where is he? Where's George?" Asked Paul excitedly.

"Behind this bloody door," Ringo replied, kicking irritably at the wood.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" John yelled suddenly from behind them, and charged forwards and slammed into the door, which splintered under the force of his push.

"John!" Paul laughed, "What is it with you and smashing things today?" But he soon joined in with John's attack on the ancient door.

Finally, the wood gave a groan and collapsed to the floor. Ringo, John and Paul burst through and glanced around desperately for George.

"Over 'ere." A hoarse, heavily-accented Liverpudlian voice called to them from the corner of the dark room.

"GEORGE!" Ringo yelled and his sad blue eyes lit up at the sight of his friend. He threw himself at George who was hunched in the corner of the room. "You have no idea how much I've missed you!" Ringo wailed.

George laughed, a beautiful sound to Ringo's ears, and ruffled the drummer's hair. "I was only gone for half a day." Although he was being cheerful, Ringo could see his eyes had lost their usual gleam and his face was pale, bruised and dirty.

"Come on then, George." Paul grinned and helped his bandmate up. "Let's get you home."

"I missed you," George replied, but his voice was scratchy and it didn't sound like his own.

"Hello, George." John gave his bandmate a hug, careful not to touch him with the massive stick of flaming ivy that he was carrying around.

George accepted the hug happily, but when he saw and felt the warmth of the fire he stumbled away, shielding his eyes.

"What's up?" John asked, his voice full of genuine concern. 

"I... I don't know." George replied quietly. "It's too bright... it hurts my eyes..."

"He's probably just used to the darkness, being stuck down here for so long." Paul resolved, not thinking much of it. "Let's go - I'm starting to feel hungry."

"It'll still be dark outside," John replied, checking his watch. "It's only about 4 in the morning."

"I thought the riddle told us we had to find George before 3, or he would die?" Ringo asked hesitantly.

"Yeah... Maybe the monster's clock is wrong or something." John joked.

George was just staring into space, and Ringo wondered what he was thinking about. He wanted to ask what had happened to his friend and who had taken him down here... but he thought it might be better to leave him to calm down first.

"Well then," Paul said cheerfully, putting an arm around George and making him jump. "Let's go home!"