DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Beatles. only in my mind

Allison walked from the antique store with her newest purchase in hand. She was almost skipping with glee, she found Abbey Road. Her favorite album from her favorite band, the Beatles. She loved everything about them.

Allison was 23, and she hated the modern world. The music was crap, people were rude, chivalry was dead and she just felt out of place in this shit-heap called the modern world. What she wanted was to be in the 60's, to see the Beatles live and live through her favorite time. It would never happen, but hey, a girl can dream right?

She looked up from her record to see her bus. Leaving. Without her. 'Shit,' she thought. She pulled out her iTouch and started listening to Abbey Road. Maybe she didn't totally hate the modern world. It let her hold all of her favorite albums in her pocket.

By the time she got home, she was exhausted. She set the record on the turntable and wished she could have lived in the sixties. The last thing she heard was the weird Spanish/Portuguese/Italian part in 'Sun King.' She had an odd dream that somehow involved a walrus and a clock that was moving backwards…

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"'Lo? Love? Are you okay?" Some voice kept asking. It sounded so familiar, but no way it could be… could it?

WAIT! Where was she? She opened her eyes to see him! Paul McCartney kneeling down next to her in an alley way. "Where am I?"

"Liverpool."

"What year is it?"

"1964." She could feel her face pale and he looked concerned.

"What?" She asked. "But I fell asleep in 2010, in my apartment."

He looked at her like she was crazy now. "How do I know you're not lying?"

She scrambled, "Um…"

Then she felt it, in her pocket. "Here!" She pulled out her itouch. This had to prove she was from the future.

"What's that?"

"It's from my time. Okay, think of a song you haven't released yet, and you haven't told anyone about."

"Okay."

"Now hum in for me."

He looked skeptical then started to hum something. The tune was recognizable in an instant.

Before he finished the first few measures, she had it playing out of the speakers in her itouch. "Yesterday." She stated. "This is the finished version. It will become the most covered song in history."

He stared at her in awe. "I believe you."

"Thank you. How did I get here?"

Paul thought for a second. "I don't know. I found you lying on the ground here. I was on my way home from the studio. I thought I'd walk. You were just lying there, so I thought I should try to wake you up, and apparently you're from the future. I'm Paul"

She chuckled. "I know. I'm Allison "

He thought for a second. "You're coming with me."

"What? Where"

"To my flat. You have nowhere else to go, correct?"

She nodded her head.

"Okay, to my flat we go."

He helped her up, and they began the walk to his flat, in the balmy summer night.