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Chapter Three:

"What's this?" asked a voice that Phoenix couldn't quite recognize. She was conscious now, but not quite awake. She felt a painful poke on her shoulder and her eyes shot open abruptly.

"Ow!" she screamed.

"Sorry about that love, but what can you expect when you nap on a stranger's lawn?"

Phoenix looked up curiously to see where the voice was coming from. A foggy figure who she couldn't quite make out. She rubbed her eyes and when she took her hands away she couldn't believe who she saw, all four Beatles curiously looking back down at her.

"No it couldn't be." She thought to herself. I must be dreaming. She looked over at Kaila who was still slumbering comfortably on the grass next to her.

"Well, can't you speak English?" asked Paul raising his eyebrows with question.

Phoenix looked at John now realizing he was holding a long, thorn covered stick.

"You poked me with that stick!" She asked angrily. "I'm not a half decomposed, dead body floating down a river. You don't just poke me with a thorny stick!"

"I told him not to do it", said Ringo.

"Knock it off!" Yelled Phoenix, as John now started to poke Kaila with the stick."

Paul giggled, and Phoenix glared at him. Kaila's eyes opened as the stick dug into her stomach.

"Ouch!" She cried. Paul started to giggle again, but then stopped quickly as he noticed Phoenix's glare.

"Back off John!" Demanded Ringo as he kneeled down beside the girls who still sat on the wet morning grass.

"What're your names?"

"What brought you here?" Added George.

"My name's Phoenix," She looked over at Kaila who sat staring with wide eyes, still in shock. "and she's Kaila".

"Phoenix? That's an odd name. Like the bird?" Asked John.

"I dig it!" Exclaimed Ringo.

"Thanks." said Phoenix flattered by her compliment from Ringo. She stood up and dusted herself off.

"Hey, neat watch"! Said Paul "Where'd ya get it?"

"It was a gift from a friend."

Paul extended his hand to Kaila, helping her up from the ground.

"You're cold as ice," He said. "Why don't you two come in and join us for a cup of tea?"

"And what turned you into such a gentleman all of a sudden?" Asked Phoenix with curiosity.

"I'm only flaunting my Liverpool hospitality." Answered Paul. "Now are you coming, or not?"

Phoenix shrugged and followed the boys into the house. Paul led Kaila inside, still holding her hand.

Phoenix walked inside and quickly plopped herself down on the ocean blue sofa and rested her feet firmly on the coffee table.

"No, no, no!" Exclaimed George as he watched her in shock. "I just finished dusting!"

"Ha ha!" Chuckled John. "Well, you missed a spot." He said as he sat down next to her and smeared his dirt covered shoe across the table.

"Why are you always showing off in front of the birds?" George asked angrily as he stomped off into the kitchen.

"I like you." said John to Phoenix with a smile.

Paul led Kaila to the Kitchen and poured her a cup of tea. She sat down and took a sip as she looked shyly up at Paul. He caught glimpse of her eyes. They were mesmerizing, they seemed almost electric. Their soft blue, green color reminded him of the river where he used to play as a child.

"So," He said. "You never told how you ended up on our lawn."

"I'm not sure." said Kaila with a bitter shyness still hovering in her voice. "It might sound strange to you, but we just woke here, without a clue how we got here in the first place."

"Stranger things have happened." said Paul, still staring into her eyes.

"Crumpets anyone?" asked Ringo, barreling towards Kaila and Paul with a large glass plate.

"How about some ham?" Demanded Kaila spotting the large slab of freshly fried swine on the counter. Paul stared at her in shock for a few seconds before replying, "She'll just have some crumpets."

"Stop it Paul!" said Ringo with a glare. "Just because you're a vegetarian doesn't mean the world has to be!"

Paul returned the glare, but with five times the intensity. "If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian!"

Phoenix had made herself comfortable on the sofa next to John. She felt a slight guilt about the George incident, but decided not to speak up about it. Why let one little thing like that ruin her time with the rest of the Beatles? She looked curiously around the room, absorbing her surroundings. As she looked through the kitchen door, she caught glimpse of a calendar hanging on the fridge. "September 3, 1968" it said. "1968!" She thought to herself. Suddenly everything became clear to her. All the happenings in the last hour, their strangeness she previously excused to be a dream. After all, that's the only way to explain meeting the Beatles, right? But no, everything seemed too realistic, their faces, their voices, John Lennon's chocolate mustache glistening in the morning air, just inches away from her face. "No, it couldn't be a dream". Suddenly a mild voice, gentle and sweet as a summer pond wave penetrated through to her thoughts.

"Isn't Yoko supposed to be stopping by this morning?" The voice came from Ringo. The words fluttered out of his pale, rose lips like a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon.

Ringo watched Lennon, waiting for a response.

"Oh shit!" John squealed. He hopped, instantly out of his seat and over to the mirror, pulling a miniature purple comb out from inside his pocket and using it to force a bite of day old crumpet out of his mustache.

"Why didn't you tell me before !" Lennon whined. "She'll be here any minute, I haven't changed me knickers in three days!"

Phoenix cringed silently in disgust.

"I thought you knew." said Ringo, laughing to himself at his panicking band mate.

"Maybe there's still some time…" But before Ringo could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a booming knock at the door.

"Oh dear." John whispered, worry shaking his voice. He opened the door with one last comb of his mustache.

Yoko Ono stood outside. Anger covered her wrinkled face.

"What took you so damn long!" Her long lanky limbs cringed with frustration.

"Sorry love. I'd forgotten you'd be stopping by. Come in, won't you?"

Yoko stepped inside, her eyes darted, suspiciously towards Phoenix, who withered down like a dying dandelion.

"Uh…uh, she's with me." said Ringo, thinking fast to save his band mate from an awkward explanation to the beast that stood inside their living room.

"I saw you sitting with her through the window." Yoko shot back with a snarl. "Explain that!"

"Calm yourself love." John said with a gentle smile. "We were only watching the telly, nothing to worry about dear." He rubbed her bony shoulders in an attempt to ease her mood.

"What are you waiting for John? You said you were taking me to dinner!"

"Dinner? Yoko, it's 7:30 am!."

"John!" Yoko's voice was like thunder.

"Okay okay, whatever you want my love, my saucy little caterpillar." John smiled and gave her an Eskimo kiss, and with that they were gone.

"Saucy little caterpillar", Phoenix repeated with a laugh. She looked up at Ringo who laughed back with her. Their eyes met , and Ringo gave her his most attractive smile. The smile he'd been working on for years, alone, late at night in his room. He practiced for hours in the mirror, trying it different ways, seeing how effortless and mysterious he could make it look. "After all, why did George get to be the mysterious Beatle? What's so special about him? Wanker! What about me, what about Ringo?" He would think to himself. "I can be mysterious too." He had said. He lowered his eyebrows and pouted his lips. "See". He said with a smile, looking into the mirror, satisfied with his reflection.