"Well, c'mon lover boy!" John said, grabbing the keys and dragging Paul by the arm.

Ringo snatched the keys from him. "Sorry John, but I wanna love to see tomorrow."

"Fine." John whined, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Killjoy."

........

"I'm hungry!" George complained in the car.

"George, you always say that!"

" 'Cause it's always true!"

"You have a bottomless stomach, Geo."

"Erm, true."

Ringo stopped the car and turned off the ignition.  "Here we are! Paul, get ready to meet Linda!"

Even Linda's name sounded beautiful to Paul. Linda... he dreamed.

The four stepped out of the car. John pulled the glass door open, Ringo followed afterwards, Paul came in next, then George last.

"Um, excuse me, sir." The woman behind a desk asked Paul, pulling her glasses down. Paul turned on his heel. "Where are your shoes?" Paul looked down at his feet. He was barefoot.

Shoot, he thought to himself. I left them in the car.

"Uh, if you'll just excuse me for a minute." Paul ran out and into the car, looking for his shoes before people began thinking he was a shoe-less nut.

A few minutes later, Paul stepped back in casually, with everyone else checking his feet, making sure he was in shoes.

"Um, anyway, we're here to see Linda Eastman."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but she's not here right now."

"Well, do you know when she'll be back?"

"MmMm," she said, shaking her head. "She's, uh, off taking some still photography. Something about daisies and horses..."

"Wait a second, tall daisies?"

"I think that's what she said,"

"I know where she is! C'mon!" George said, pulling Paul's arm, who pulled Ringo's arm, who pulled John's arm.

"Where're we-"

"I might be able to find Linda!"