I saw Paul half smile and wink at me. My stomach got lots of butterflies and I couldn't help myself to smiling like a idiot. "Alright then love, come with us." George said, grabbing my hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and pushed myself up from the ground. "Pardon me for asking, but what town are we in?" I said, brushing my skirt down. The boys gave me a strange look. "Your taking a walk in a town you don't even know of?" John said, giggling. Paul slapped his arm. "Be kind to this girl, maybe she's just lost." Paul said. I smiled at him. "Uh-yeah, I'm just lost. I was in another town and starting walking. And then I ended up here." "Well, love, you're in Liverpool." Ringo said, with a heavy British accent. Liverpool? The Beatle's home town? "But, we must get going, before the girls find us. Come with me, love." Paul said, grabbing my hand to lead the way. I turned red as a tomato.

We started jogging down the alley. I was still blushing while Paul held my hand. "Where exactly are we going, anyways?" I asked. "To that black car at the end of the alley. See it?" George said, pointed to a shiny black Cadillac. I nodded at him and continued jogging.

Finally, we all arrived at the car. We all stopped in front of the car to catch our breaths. "That was quite a run." I said, breathing heavily. They all nodded at me. "Indeed." said Ringo, laughing. I laughed back at him. "Come on, we have to get going back to the hotel." John said, opening the car door to get shotgun. Paul held the door out for me. "After you, my dear." Paul said, winking. I smiled and giggled nervously. "Why, thank you Sir Paul." I replyed back to him while I slided in the car.

I watched all the boys climb in the car. Paul sat next to me, George sat next to Paul, and Ringo was driving. John turned around from the front seat and faced me. "Make sure you put your seat bealt on, love." He said, smiling. I nodded and clicked my seat belt in. Just as i looked up from my seat belt, my eyes met Paul's. His eye's are so beautiful, I thought to myself. "Well, thank you, miss." Paul said, giggling. I quickly looked away. Oh my gosh, I just said that out loud. I could feel my face getting really hot and red. I avoided eye contact from Paul so that he wouldn't see my red, embarassed face.

Ringo started the car, and started driving. I looked out my window. All I could see was malt shops, record stores, clothes shops, musical theaters....Wow, I thought to myself, I really am in the 60's. I continued staring out my window the whole ride there. I was speechless. I was amazed. I was...scared.

"Pardon me for asking, but I really want to know why you're carrying that clock?" George said, with a confused face. I looked down, trying to think of a good lie. I turned around to face him. "Uh- well, I just want to know what time it is." They all started laughing. "Oh, okay." George said, still giggling. I cracked a smile, and turned to face the window again.

After about 15 minutes of driving and awkward conversations, we finally reached the hotel. The hotel was a very nice hotel, with a gold colored door. The sign of the hotel read THE STORK HOTEL in black cursive writing. "Lovely, isn't it?" Paul said, unbuckling his seat belt. I nodded.

"Lads! There's the girls! Lock your doors!" Ringo shouted at us. Scared, I quickly locked my door. "How are we going to get in, then?" John said. "I don't know," Paul said, looking at me with a worried face,"And what are we going to do about Alice? The girls will attack her." At that moment I turned to my window to see hundreds of girls running towards the car. Oh yeah, I forgot, I thought to myself, they are The Beatles.

The girls reached the car and banged on the windows. I've never heard such loud screams in my entire life. I backed up from my window. "Oh, look, the police are coming." Ringo said, in relief. I'm not going to lie, I was kind of relieved, too. Those girls look liked they could kill me.

I watched as the police blocked the girls from the car. "Okay, Alice, let's go." Paul said, grabbing my hand again. And once again, I got butterflies. He reached over me to open my door. Still holding his hand, I hopped out of the car. The screams were even louder outside of the car. I looked behind me and saw the others close there doors as well. The boys smiled and waved to all their fans.

We all jogged to the hotel door, and the doorsman opened the door for us. "Good afternoon. Are you The Beatles?" the doorsman asked them. "Yes we are." John said, shaking his hand. The doorsman looked at me with confusion. "And who is this, might I ask?" They all looked at me. "She's Alice," said Paul,"She's with us." The doorsman raised his eyebrow. "Very well, then. Go ahead to your rooms." "Thank you, mister." Ringo said.

I smiled at the doorsman and followed the boys to their room. It was a long narrow hallway with lots of pictures of acient history of the times of Rome. At the end of the hallway, there was a room named 306: Suite. We stopped in front of that room. "You've got the key, then George?" said John. George patted his pockets and pulled a little silver key out of his pocket. "Yeah, right here." he replied. George put the key in the keyhole and turned the lock. Paul pushed the door open.

I looked to see a big, beautiful, room with four beds. There were sparkly hanging lights, tables for tea, and a clean red carpet. "Oh my goodness," I said with amazement, "This place is gorgeous!" Paul laughed and laid himself on the bed. "Isn't it?" he said, smiling. I nodded and walked in. I bent down to take off my shoes, and put the clock in my bag. I hung my bag on the coat rack with all the boys' gray coats.

"Um-I actually really have to use the restroom," I said in embassament, "Could you show me where it is, please?" George got up from his chair in the living room. "Of course, love." he said, leading me to the bathroom. We went through the little white kitchen, to the tea room, to the bathroom. "Thank you, George." I said, smiling. George smiled and turned around to meet with the other boys. I opened the door to the bathroom to see a cute little floral restroom with a bath and a white toilet.

I closed the door behind me. I didn't have to really go to the bathroom. I just needed some alone time to think all of this through. "Okay, so I'm in 1964, in a hotel room with The Beatles, and I'm stuck here." I said, looking in the mirror. I had to reassure myself for a moment. Maybe being stuck here wasn't such a bad thing.