"What is it love?" George replied to me. They all turned their heads to face me. I could feel the pressure on my face. 

   After a couple seconds of getting myself together, I told them everything. Paul helped a little, by saying that they have to believe me and stuff. But the boys just gave me a blank, confused stare. I stopped  talking and waited for their replies. The room filled with silence. Paul gave me a glance like it was awkward. I looked at the floor, biting my lip.

   "So...2012, eh?" John said, standing up from the bed. I nodded. "I knew that clock was weird... And your clothes too!" Ringo said, looking down at my shoes. "You do believe her, don't you?" Paul asked the other boys. They continued to say nothing. "She's telling the truth, you know! She told me all about the future." John's eyes widened as he looked at me. "Future? So, what am I like in 2012? I'm still good lookin' right?" John said, winking at me. This question caught me by surprise. I looked down and sighed. "Yeah...something like that." I mumbled to myself. The room filled with silence again. "Well, what am I like?" Ringo asked me, nervous about the answer. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud. "Ringo, you are going to get this thing called 'Twitter'. In the future...Just make sure to shut off auto-correction." I said, still laughing. They all looked at me like I was an alien. "Uhhh? Twitter? Do I even want to know what that is?" Ringo said, laughing. I shook my head. "Probably not." 

    We all talked about it for a few hours. I didn't tell them much about their own future, because it might even mess up time. So I couldn't answer most of their questions. But I think they just wanted to know if they were alive....

       Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. We all turned around as George got up from the bed to answer it.  We saw Brian walk in.

"Hello, lads and Alice. How did you sleep?" he asked us in a heavy British accent. We all said good and smiled. "Good, so as you boys know you have the week off. We are going to go to a private restaurant and have tea at 2. Be ready. Oh, and here is your dress Alice, I hope it fits." he said, smiling as he handed me a yellow flowered dress. I held it out and smiled. "Thank you so much, it's beautiful." I said, hugging Brian. "Oh, well you are quite welcome. Just be ready by two!" he said, leaving the hotel room. I couldn't stop looking at the dress. It was a real vintage 60's dress. And it was absolutely beautiful.

   "It's gorgeous, love." Paul said to me. I nodded. "Indeed."

"So are you guys like...together or somethin'?" John asked, with a cheeky grin. Paul and I looked at each other, and I felt my face get hot from blushing. I quickly looked down at the floor, smiling, and shrugged. Since I wasn't saying anything, Paul jumped in to help me out with my reply. "Well, she's leaving in a couple days, you know," Paul replied in a sad tone. The room was filled with a sad silence for a good 20 seconds. "Why so soon?" Ringo replied, breaking the silence. "The clock will be fixed then," I said, still looking at the floor, "I don't belong here anymore." I felt Paul's soft hand grasp mine, and rubbing his thumb gently on my hand. 

I looked up slowly into the boy's sad, droopy eyes. "Well, we better start to get ready for tea! It's almost two and you guys looked like you need a shower," I said with a soft giggle, trying to cheer them up. They quietly chuckled and nodded their heads. "I call first, you wankers!" John yelled, running to the shower. "In your dreams, Lennon!" said Ringo, running after him with George. I looked down the hallway to see them wrestling, which made me roll my eyes and laugh. 

"Please don't forget me, Alice." Paul said, still holding my hand. I turned around to see his eyes beaming with sorrow into mine. "Are you kidding me? You are Paul McCartney! Of course I'm going to remember you." I said, in a witty way. Paul laughed in agreement and pulled me into a sudden hug. I could feel his strong arms firmly grasp me tight, and I could feel tears building up into my eyes. "Are you....Are you going to forget...me?" I said, slowly. Paul pulled away from our hug and lightly kissed my lips. "How could I ever forget the most beautiful girl I have ever seen?" I could feel myself smiling ear to ear when he said that, which made me sigh with relief. "Good." I said, kissing him back.