I turned on the silver faucet in the sink. I ran my hands under the cold water and splashed my face. Could this really be happening? I didn't know. All I knew was that I was in a hotel room alone with The Beatles.

I walked over to the towel rack and patted my face dry with the towel hanging on it. I spent about 15 minutes thinking about how I was going to get home. I even wondered if I actually wanted to go home. 

I sat on the bathroom floor, trying to think of ideas. Maybe the guy from the thrift shop is alive, I thought to myself, I bet he could help me, somehow. I shook my head. How was he going to remeber me if I'm from 2012? But, maybe, just maybe, he knows about the clock. Maybe he has it in 1964. Maybe he could help me get home!

I heard a knock at the door. "Uh-Alice? Are you okay in there, love?" I heard Paul say from behind the door. I stood up quickly and opened the door to see Paul right next to my face. Here comes the butterflies. "Uh-um yes," I said, staring into his beautiful brown eyes,"I'm just fine." Paul smiled and blushed. "Alright, then." Paul said, turning away from me because he was embarrased,"Come have some English tea with us." I nodded and followed him to the tea room. I saw the boys all sitting around a little round table with a white laced table cloth. They all had little blue tea cups.

"What took you so long, then?" John asked when he saw me enter the room. I shrugged and sat in one of the little chairs. Paul sat down in the one next to me.

"Tea?" Ringo asked me, holding up a tea cup full of tea. "Yes, please." I said, smiling. Ringo put a little blue tea cup in front of me and poured tea in it. I could tell it was still fresh, because I could see steam rising from my cup.

"So, you say that you're on your own," George asked,"but where are your parents, exactly?" I looked down, trying to think of another lie. "Well," I said, nervously, "I ran away from home, you see. I didn't really like my parents. So I just kept walking and walking out of town. And soon enough, I ended up here. I got scared, and tried to find my way back, but I didn't know where to go. But, I suppose my parents don't mind much. Because they told me to leave the house." I said, secretly smiling inside because I was so proud of myself for making up such a good lie. The boys all stopped to look at me. "So, now you have no place to go? That's terrible" Ringo said, with a sad voice. I nodded slowly and looked down at my tea. "Well, you can stay with us as long as you like," Paul said, rubbing my shoulder,"But if you haven't noticed already, we are The Beatles." We all laughed. "Yeah, I kind of figured out that one a while ago." I said, giggling.

I grabbed my tea cup carefully, and took a sip. Mmmm, this is the best tea I've had in a long time, I though to myself. "So how old are you, anyway?" John asked me. I put my cup down to answer him. "Well, I'm turning 18 in a month." I replied, nervous on how they would react. The boys looked surprised. "Damn, you're only 17? You look so much older!" John said, with big eyes. "Yeah I get that a lot." I said, taking a another sip of my tea. Paul turned to his right to smile at me. I smiled back and looked down at my tea again.

We all enjoyed our tea for another 30 minutes. Laughing, joking, and telling each other about ourselves. They even told me the story on how they got famous. Yeah, I got to know the REAL story on The Beatles by The Beatles themselves.

After tea, we all got up and went into the bedrooms. We all looked at each other and realized there were only three beds. "Oh wait then, where is Alice going to sleep?" Paul said, looking at me. Ringo, George and John looked at each other with a huge grin. They turned to Paul. "How 'bout she sleeps with you Paul? You and her seem to make quite a connection." John said, winking at Paul. Paul turned bright red and looked at me. "Well, it's up to Alice." he said, smiling at me. I nodded and smiled back. "That would be nice." I said, blushing too. 

We all sat on our beds, and talked for a long time. And then suddenly, there was a knock at the hotel door. George got up to answer it. 

"Oh, hello, Brian." George said, opening the door for him. "Hello, George, where are the others?" Brian said, walking in. "In the bedrooms." "Alright, then, thank you." 

George lead him to the bedrooms and Brian walked in. "Hello boys, I-" Brian stopped to look at me,"Who is this young lady?" I looked down, embarrassed. "Oh, she's Alice. We found her on the street. She was lost and had no where to go. So we are letting her stay here." Paul replied, with his beautiful British accent. Brian gave me a confused look. "And what if she's just some crazy fan wanting to have a sleepover with you?" Brian replied. The boys looked at each other. "Well, we trust her, you see." Ringo said, looking at me. 

"Alright then, boys, she can stay here. But remeber, you lads have a concert tomorrow at 2 P.M. at London. I hope you didn't forget." "We didn't, Brian. But what are we going to do with Alice? Everyone is going to think George is married or something." Ringo said, looking worried. "Well, Alice could blend in as one of your guys' fans at your concert. And then she can meet us in the back of the stage afterwards." said Brian, pleased with his wonderful plan. I nodded. "That's sounds like a good plan." I said, smiling. The boys nodded and agreed. 

Brian smiled. "Alright, well have a good nights sleep boys, oh-and girl." Brian said as he left the hotel door. 

John looked at the clock on the wall. "11:00 already?" he said, yawning,"I guess it's time to hit the hay, don't you think?" I looked down at my clothes. Paul noticed that I had no pajamas to wear. "What is she going to wear, then?" he asked the boys. John got up to his suitcase and pulled out some striped pajama shirt and pants. "You can wear a pair of my pajamas, if you don't mind Alice?" John said holding up the pajamas. "No, I don't mind at all. Thank you." I went up and grabbed the pajamas. "I'll be right back." I said, walking to the bathroom. 

I opened the bathroom door, turned on the light, and closed the door behind me. I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. Oh my gosh, my hair is a mess, I thought to myself. I combed out my long blond hair with my fingers and smiled in the mirror. "I get to sleep in the same bed as Paul McCartney." I whispered to myself.