"'Ey 'ow'd these birds get here?' A rough British accent rang in my ears. "How do you expect me to know dat?' another one scoffed. I blinked open my sore eyes and rubbed my forehead. "Owww…." I moaned. "Hey, one woke up…" I squinted four figures engulfed in yellow light shuffled close when they realized I was conscious. OH MY GOD IT'S THE BEATLES! Wait… it's the Beatles? One tall one with large eyes walked up to the bed I was sitting on. How did I get here? "You okay luv? My eyes popped out of my head. It was Paul McCartney! "Yeah…I guess I'm okay.." I stammered as I looked at Paul I pinched my self 3 times. I don't think this is a dream…"How's…you get into me house?" He looked baffled. I sighed. "Honestly, I don't even know." A tall mature looking one stepped forward. "I'm surprised that you aren't screaming…" I recognized him. "Hey you're John Lennon!" I exclaimed. "I'm Ringo, and this is George." The shortest one with blue eyes said. "That's besides the point," I said," Where's my friend?" Nya walked right up from behind the Beatles, who looked startled when she said, "I'm fine thanks." She squealed." OH MY GOD OH MY GOD you're the Beatles!" I cringed when she shrieked. "'Ey! You're from America!" Ringo exclaimed. "But… why are you dressed like that? And how did you get past the guards?" George asked. I. Can't. Believe. This. "What are your names?" Paul butted in. "I'm Angelina, and the one that squeals like a pig is Nya, my best friend." I replied. "Nice to-" "Nice shirts. You fans?" John interrupted Paul, who gave him a death glare. "Do you like Ringo, Nya?" John asked. Nya blushed and looked at her idol who smiled at her bashfully. I bet you she's dying right now. "Hey…uh what year is it?" I asked Paul. "Uh 1964…you still haven't answered how you got here…" Better not lie. "We are from the future." I answered simply.
