I woke up in darkness.

I was on a large bed, and the only light in the room, came from the window.

I felt something heavy at the foot of the bed. Through the dark, I saw a figure sitting, staring out the window.

" Dad?" I called out tiredly.

The person turned their head towards me before getting up and leaving the room I was in.

I heard them go down steps or something, along with other noises before returning to the room I was in.

I pulled the covers over my head and just hoped that this was a dream. I slowly felt myself sinking into the bed, before finally falling asleep again.

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I woke up the next morning feeling normal. I got up from bed and walked in the usual direction that I would when I headed to the bathroom every morning. My eyes were still adjusting to the morning light, so everything was a blur.

I bumped into a couple of unfamiliar things on my way. The floor wasn't my soft carpet that I usually woke up to every morning. It was cold hardwood.

I squinted hard to see where I really was. I rubbed my eyes and blinked and few times. I couldn't recognize anything. Everything was so different and anything but familiar.

As I made my way down a hall, I bumped into someone and fell. I looked up.

It wasn't a dream.

My eyes widened as I cupped my loud gasp. George looked concerned as he was about to help me up from the ground. I scooted away and stood up on my own, keeping my eyes on George. Once both my feet were on the ground, I quickly staggered backwards as he came closer to me.

" It's alright! It's alright... Don't be alarmed, now." He said as he lifted his hand towards me. I shook my head in shock, my gaping mouth locked open.

I quickly ran back up stairs, down the hall, and into the bathroom. I stared at the door and quickly started to hyperventilate. I could hear him coming down the hall, calling me.

" Alice! Are ya okay? Ya need to calm down! Please let me in!" He called from the other side of the door. He twisted the knob of the lock door, hoping to get it open. My breathing got louder and rougher, making him worry even more.

I turned my head towards the door and pulled my glasses off, holding up my hand to my forehead, which felt cold. I felt really light headed and my vision started to blur up.

" Oh my god!" I gasped.

I grabbed the rim of the sink, but my grip slipped making me hit part of my face. I fell to the floor, the back of my head hitting hard on the tile as my vision drifted into nothing...

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I woke up on the floor, feeling weak as I was unable to move. I heard commotion outside the door, as if all four the guys were there.

I heard the echo of what sounded like a metal clang before the door swung open. I was still lying on my tummy, unable to think straight.

I'm in 1963 with The Beatles...

I'm in 1963 with The Beatles...

I'm in 1963 with The Beatles...

That sentence rang in my mind for a bit.

George sat me up and held me. I was quiet and in shock. He rubbed my shoulders and rocked me.

" Alice... are you okay...? John, help me get her up..." His voiced echoed softly. Ringing in my ears overlapped his voice and... John's voice.

John was holding a hammer in his hand, and breathing heavily. He came over to George and helped him carry me to the living room, downstairs. I felt very embarrassed to have them handling me the way they were.

They placed me on the couch and tried to calm me. John wrapped a blanket around me as George held both my hands. I was totally freaked out. How can I really be in another time.

I stared blankly at the floor and didn't say a word. The ringing stopped when George's voice asked me, " Can ye hear me?" I turned my head towards him and nodded as a tear fell down my cheek.

He pulled out a tissue and asked me if my eyebrow was hurting. I shook my head. He held the tissue to my face anyways, keeping the open wound from bleeding too much.

" Am I still dreaming...? " I whispered.

" No, Alice. I know it's all confusing to ya, and I know you're shocked by this sudden change. But, I promise ya that we'll explain later." He said while fixing the blanket.

I looked up at him as another tear fell down my drowsy yet emotionless face. The cut on my eyebrow started hurting.

The front doorbell rung, turning our attention to it. John opened the door and was greeted by a worried Paul.

" Is she alright? Does she-...?" Asked Paul.

" Yes and no." Responded John, quietly.

Paul came in and quickly sat right next to me.

I couldn't believe that Paul was sitting next to me. But it was all so real.

His eyes were full of worry as he held one of my hands. He brushed a stray strand of hair, behind my ear, fully showing my cut eyebrow.

" I heard what happened..." He started. " How do feel? Can you see clearly?"

I shook my head. My vision seemed a little blurry after hitting my head

" Don't worry. We'll make sure that you get better." Said Paul. Better? I thought, maybe...

I breathed heavily, processing everything that happened, from me coming here, to now. Reality had hit me like a brick. I'm here with them, the original!

" You alright?" John asked suddenly, snapping me out of my mind.

" Here, let's get ya something to eat. It might help."

Paul got up and headed towards the kitchen.

" GEORGE! YER CUPBOARDS ARE SOO BARE!" Paul shouted from the kitchen. " Ye don't have any food!" He told him, peaking from the kitchen.

" Then that's one excuse to go out." John smirked. He smiled and offered," Maybe brunch?"

Everyone seemed to have thought it was a good idea, which seemed okay. So it was settled, we got cleaned up, got ready, and left the house around 10:30am. I sat in the back again, with George this time.

George tried to scoot as far as he could to give me room, when I only took up very little space. I nudged his arms and told him to sit more comfortably.

" It's alright. I wanna make sure that yer comfortable. Ye need some space." He assured me. I grabbed his sleeve and tugged it a little.

" I'm fine, George. Please don't be distant." I told him.

" Yeah. Come on, Georgie. Don't try to pull yer self away. Relax." Said John, looking from the passenger seat. He had a small smile.9

George moved closer to me but kept his hands to himself. He still looked a bit awkward, so I placed my hand on his, rubbing it gently so he felt more comfortable. It was a bit unusual for me to be comforting towards him, but then again, I'm the one who suddenly barged into their lives. I don't want to seem so rude and distant.

The ride seemed quiet... Well, between me and George that is. I moved my hand and placed it on my lap. I saw George look at me, as if he didn't want me to move. But of course, he didn't say a word.

We arrived at a sweet, little café that sat on the corner street. It had an outside patio and bar that seemed very warm and welcoming. We sat inside and had waited just a little while for a waiter to come.

It reminded me of the night before, on me and John's birthday. That was the best night of my life. I've never had a birthday with four legends, so it was very special. It felt more comfortable being with them that night than I had ever felt in my life.

  They actually cared and wanted me to feel safe. I imagine that was what an actual dinner with family and friends was like.

After we had ordered food and drinks, the boys talked and whispered to each other on something about ink or paper, or something of that matter...

" Soo... What are you three talking about?" I asked. I didn't want to ask, afraid that I might come off as rude for cutting into their private conversation. But, I didn't want to just sit there.

" Buisiness!"

" Doors!"

George and John said at the same time. Paul rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

" We were talking about opening the door to new opportunities for the business."

I tilted my head a little a shrugged.

As we all laughed, I started getting a weird feeling. I brushed it off thinking that it's probably because I was hungry, but I knew it wasn't that. We decided to just buy groceries for George's house since he surprisingly didn't have much. Afterwards we drove back to George's place to settle.

Once we parked, I started to feel weird again. I looked behind us, where the road was, and saw a car speeding recklessly near our car. As George was about to get out of the car, I gasped.

" GEORGE! Stop!!" I Yelled as I wrapped my arms under his, yanking him inside the car with me.

The speeding car only missed him by a hair, but completely had destroyed the car door. The door had been torn clean off the car. To only think of what could've happened to George, made me sick in the gut.

" Oh my God. That car could've killed me!" He exclaimed, looking at John as he brushed broken glass off his lap.

John was in complete shock while Paul had his head in his arms.

" Are you okay George?" I asked, with my heart pounding very fast. He nodded and rested his head on my lap.
" Are sure you're okay?" I asked again, poking his forehead that felt sweaty, yet cold.

He had his eyes closed for a second before opening them, revealing his dark, deep, eyes.
" Yes... I'm miraculously fine because of yer fast thinking. I could've been killed instantly. " He locked eyes with me, smiling slightly. " Thank you." He whispered, hugging me in a way that felt grateful and scared. Paul's door slammed hard, making us both flinch.

" SHIT! My car is done!" Paul angrily hit the top of his car. Car door was pushed all the way down three homes, getting dented and scratched the whole way.
He sighed heavily and stared at gaping hole on the side if the car, where the door was.

" It's alright, Macca! I'll help you pay for it." John told him.

I could hear Paul mumbling in an agitated tone as he swiftly went into the house, slamming the door.

We got inside and shook the coldness off us. I took off my coat and hung it, before tossing the groceries onto George's counter tops. George told me to go up stairs to relax while they cooked, since our brunch wasn't so enjoyable.

I insisted in just helping them cook, clean, ect., but they seemed very sure that they could handle things.

I walked down the hall and passed by the bathroom, noticing the knob on the door was beaten and scuffed. Is that what John had a hammer for? I asked myself. I went to my bedroom and collapsed on to the bed, reliving the ache in my head. My thoughts were still whirling from minutes earlier when George was nearly killed.

' I saved him.'

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