Meanwhile, George (who was beginning to have секунда thoughts about the "relationship") had just managed to free himself from Dahlia's grasp by telling her to watch the swans for a moment. Luckily, he soon spotted an approaching Фан and went straight to greet her with a hug, to which she excitedly returned.

"I'm so happy to see you, Georgie! You're my favourite Beatle!" The Фан сказал(-а) afterwards. "Likewise, love. Thank you!" George smiled. He then said, "If ye don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The Фан replied, "I don't mind it at all. My name's Wendy." George replied, "How veddy nice! So,...

The hours wore on for the Beatles, and there was no way of telling how much time had passed in their little prison. It could have been the Далее morning, или afternoon, или the Далее evening. But as the Beatles hadn’t slept at all last night, and all four were beginning to feel their eyelids getting heavy, they decided it might as well be night. There was no other way to measure time in here then by sleeps. But none of them wanted to drift off, not when they had so little time left.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. или we’ll find a way out we haven’t...

It was cold in the gloomy basement, and dark. And the Beatles were all so hungry, and thirsty, and bored. There was absolutely nothing in their little corner, save for the dripping end of a pipe that could prolong their lives a little bit, leaking a tiny amount of water into their prison. It wasn’t enough to satisfy any of them, though. And sooner или later, they were going to need food. And while there might be an accidental Источник of water in here, there was no way to get food.
How could they have been so wrong about their girlfriends? Now that the boys looked back on it, they could think...

“Brilliant, Susan!” cried Jenna, as the three girls and one dog got off the bus, just a little ways from the best hotel in the city. “How did Ты know to come here?”
Susan blushed. “I sort of – hitched a ride with the Beatles when they came here. It was the best way to get to meet them. Only it didn’t work,” she added sadly. “Paul didn't – he didn't talk to me – but it wasn't his fault! I sort of – forget myself around him,” she admitted, brown-haired head downcast.
“Did Ты try Письмо Paul a letter?” Emma interjected here. “I don’t think Ты need to tell him...

Emma leaned out over the airstrip fence, peering anxiously at the runway. The Beatles were supposed to be leaving town today, but she hadn’t seen any sign of them. It wasn't the first time they hadn't appeared when they were supposed to on this tour, either. The Beatles had never shown up to their fans' meet-and-greet the night before. Emma and the other Фаны had waited for hours, finally dissolving into despair when it became clear that the Beatles weren’t coming. Some girls had cried, and others had screamed their disapproval, and others had tried to push their way вперед to see if the...