* CRASH!*

*BUMP!!*

  " What was that?"

" The lights went out!"

" There's something in the cupboard."

" Shut up... Ye don't wanna scare it if it's an animal."

I felt contained in a closet, but it wasn't mine... I heard the door open, and then I fell out of the closet.

" Uhh... I don' think it's an animal."

These voices kept talking. They were very familiar, but at the same time, made me feel strange to why I was hear them. My cheek landed on some other kind of flooring than my plush carpet. I used my arm to lift myself from the floor. It was dark so I couldn't see a thing.

" Who are you?" Said a light.

Well, at least it was someone with a light pointed at my face. I rubbed my head and wiped the tears out of my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision.

Out from the dark I saw someone come towards me, I squinted hard and held a hand up to block the blinding light.

" Are you okay? Paul, are they getting the lights back on?"

Paul?

I cleared my vision and saw his face. My eyes widened and I became so bewildered. Gasped while my mouth gaped open.

John... Lennon...?

You're kidding me...

" Where am I?" I mumbled. I stared into his brown eyes and couldn't believe how detailed this "dream "was. He looked real. I reached my hand out to touch his face, just to see how real this was seeming.

The lights had finally turned on, revealing where I really was. I slowly pulled my finger tips away from his stubbled face, looking around with wide eyes.

Abbey Road Studios. The real Abbey Road Studios.

I stood up and almost fell to the floor again, but I was held up by John and...

Oh my god...

George Harrison was at my other side, helping John hold me up.

They sat me down on the sofa and tried to make sure I was fine, since I guess I looked like crap. My dress and black tights smelled like burnt wood and felt cold and wet. My hair was dirty and soaked with rain water. But, I also noticed something about my hair.
My hair had lighter streaks on the tips of it. Looking like I had it dyed.

My hands sat on the leather of the sofa, feeling   with a little texture. I was really starting to feel like this may not be a dream, but instead an elaborate joke.

" Are you okay?" Asked Ringo.

I turned to him and nodded subtly. " Is this a dream... or a joke...or what?" I asked in a quiet voice.

They looked at each other and said no at different times. John kneeled down in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

" Look, we don't know how ye came 'ere, but can you at least tell us where you came from?"

I looked around nervously and tried to think. My mind was cluttered with questions about my situation.

" I'm from Georgia." They seemed confused." It's in America." I said, wrapping my arms around myself in efforts to stop myself from shaking.

Their looks of confusion then turned to faces full of amazement and wonder. " Wait. If yer from America, then how'd ya get into the cupboard, here in England?" Asked George.

I didn't know how to answer that. I just blankly stared and shrugged.

" Are ye part of some secret society-spy-government-thing, then?" Paul asked out of curiousity. I shook my head.

Before getting up I asked," What's the date?" All four of them stared at me as if I asked what color the sky was. John responded with," The 9th of October. My birthday."

I had totally forgot at that moment that me and John shared the same birthday. I've known ever since I got into The Beatles, but it seemed like I had forgotten such a simple thing about myself. And even more, I was in the year 1963!

I held my head and rubbed it as I felt a bit dizzy, after just realizing what year it was.

" What's your name? How old are ya?" Asked Paul.

" I'm Alice. I turned seventeen today. "

They seemed interested, especially George.

" Hey John, yer not the only one, then." Paul pointed out. 

I chuckled a little bit, but still felt nervous and amazed at how I was in the presence of one of world's most influential band like...ever.

I tried to keep my hair in place and neat, since it was starting to frizz up from the rain. I was really trying to make myself look the most, decent, I mean I looked and smelled like garbage. And I felt like crap from earlier, so I was just a hot mess.

" Look, we should get ye something to change into or whateva'. Ye seem a bit out of place at the moment, darling." Said Paul.

   I felt very warm when his comforting voice called me darling.

I got up and was told to wait for a while in the hall. I walked out and observed the building and some stuff that was on the walls. It seemed to have become too quiet before the guys finally came out in their coats and had umbrellas.

" Well, looks like you're coming with us, love. Besides, when does a pretty bird like you get spoiled by a bunch of lads like us?" Paul told me with a happy tone. 

I was taken back and surprised at how casual and open they were to someone so random, like me. 'Why aren't they freaking out, or calling the police? Or kicking me out on the streets?' I asked myself. Paul took my hand and pulled me into a car.

I felt my face heat up every time we'd make eye contact. My hands were a bit clammy and my legs wouldn't stop shaking. " You alright?" John asked in a concerned voice as he looked back at me from the front.

"Yeah...I'm just cold." I answered, shivering badly.

" Oh! I'm sorry!" He said to me, taking his coat off to then wrap it around my shoulders. It was warm from his body, and smelled like cologne.

" I feel so overwhelmed. Everything is happening so fast." I said looking at my ticking necklace.
" I know. But all we want is for you to be safe. If we were to kick you out, you might end up somewhere terrible. And we don't want that."
Paul placed his hand on my cheek as he gave me a sympathetic smile. I closed my eyes and smiled at how comforting his warm hand was.

I saw George through the rear view mirror. He looked sad and somewhat disappointed at something. I wanted to say something , but I was worried that I might look stupid and immature in front of all of them.

We arrived at a small area full of clothing stores.
" Shall we get you some clothes to change into?" Asked Ringo, pointing at two areas.
We decided to get some clothes first so at least we can get it out of the way.

We stopped at this dress shop that had this sweet maroon dress. George thought it complemented my hair color, which convinced me to buy it. I also got these flats and one pair of black heels.

John didn't think I had enough cloths, so we went to many other stores. The boys kept handing me dresses, blouses, and skirts to try on and get, which made me just stop for second.

" Why?"

" Why what?" Asked John as he was about to grab a pair of dressy pants.

" Why are you guys buying me dresses and things when I had just met you all 2 hours ago? Something isn't adding up..." I said, shaking my head. I crossed my arms and waited for an answer.

Paul threw his hands in the air." Alright, you got us, Alice..." He slurred his words at the end, and seemed pale" Go hide in the dressing room until we-"

" LOOK!! It's them!! It's them!! I can't believe it!!!" Yelled a young girl from across the store.
I tried to grab the shopping bags, but instead John just carried and shoved me into a dressing room. I kept hearing banging and saw the door shake many times. As the noise died down, I called out to them. The handle rattled a bit before the door opened.

George was there and his hair was a tossed mess. He was breathing heavily, along with the rest of band. I walked out and saw how crazy it was. One rack of clothes was knocked down. A vase was broken. And there was discarded paper here and there.

" You alright?" Asked Paul. " I know how crazy it may seem, but you'll probably get used to it." He said like it was nothing.

" I...I'm just shocked at how crazy, girls at this time can get. Jeez, Beatlemania at its finest." I exhaled, letting out a small chuckle.

We all talking about it and shared a few laughs as we gathered our trampled bags.

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After shopping, we drove over to George's house.

By the time we arrived, the rain was much stronger than before. George held an umbrella over me as he led me to the front door, his arm around me the whole time. The rest of the guys were left behind to bring the bags inside.

George's home was very nice looking.

" You must have a maid come in of something. This place is so neat and clean." I told him.

" Oh, well actually, I clean it myself." He corrected.

I raised my eyebrows and was surprised at how clean kept the home. I turned around and saw Paul, John, and Ringo, their hair and coats soaked with rain water. I grabbed the bags from them and placed them in the hall. George came from upstairs with towels as they went into the living room and lit the fireplace.

Everyone wrapped themselves with towels and warmed up near the fire. George started the kettle and asked me if I wanted to take a shower. " Yes, please." I responded shyly.

He led me upstairs, to bathroom that had a door, leading to the guest room that was probably gonna sleep in. He told me where the towels were and gave me a variety of bath soaps to use.

I thanked him, and to my relief, began to shower.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself at home. I was happy that I was someplace else, verses being home with Meredith. Maybe I was realizing that this may not be all that bad.

I mean, I'm gonna miss my dad of course, but come on! I'm with The-freakin'-BEATLES! I finished washing my hair and changed into some nicer clothes. A long sleeved babydoll dress with some short heels.

I dried my hair with a towel and tucked it back into a headband. I used my new eyeliner to do a classic flick (just to fit in) and went to see the guys again.

I came down the stairs and saw their expressions. They all smiled and seemed to have liked what I was wearing I guess, since they couldn't keep their eyes off me. I blushed as I sat in between John and Ringo.

" You look very lovely, Alice." Commented Paul as he eyed me up and down. I blushed and thanked him. The rest joined him, throwing compliments at me like a dart board.

As we all made small talk, George got up and went to his shelf full of records, wanting to play a song. He picked out out and slide the vinyl out of the old sleeve.

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