Ridley: *glomps everyone with a hug* I'm so happy, guys, this chapter is so cute and it's leading up to some fluffy adorableness. Squee!

Dragon: She's... excited.

Ridley: Damn right I am. Also, I did a bit of fact checking to make this story as accurate as possible (or at least as accurate as Beatles fanfiction gets) Cyn and John didn't get married until 1962, but they had begun dating in 1958. So, yeah. Also, Cyn is one of my favorite Beatles girls.

Dragon: Ridley makes everything in this story up. While there are references to real people/places/events, they are being used in a fictional manor.

We headed back to London at about ten in the morning, taking a train. Sandra would ask me questions about the future, and I tried my best to answer them quietly.

"What are the cars like?"

"Uh, mostly the same. Just, you know, safer, I guess." I'm not necessarily a car person.

"Alright, what about fashion? Or music, I suppose that's changed?"

I nodded, a little amused at her curiosity. Hey, if someone came to me from the future, I'd want to know everything as well.

"Yeah. Girls wear pants a lot more. Um, I guess it's more casual?" I thought about her other question for a moment. "The music is really different. It has a lot of electronic noises and stuff. I dunno, I'm bad at explaining things, sorry."

She shrugged.

"It's alright. I suspect you're still a little overwhelmed at all of this."

I stifled a laugh.

"Now that's an understatement." I said with a slight snort. "I mean it's not everyday that you time travel, you know? But still, it's pretty cool."

Sandra shot me a grin.

"And I'm sure the boy from last night is a nice bonus to the whole ordeal, correct?" I gave her a mock glare, and she smirked. "I knew it."

It was still weird to enter the apartment (or flat, or whatever) that now belonged to me. It was even weirder to find that someone was already inside.

"Sandy? That you?" someone called out, and I froze, the door still open. A figure with long blonde hair stood with their back to me, and when they turned around, I gave a small squeak of surprise.

"The hell?" The figure – who appeared to be a carbon copy of me – blurted out. She studied me with a wary expression. "Who are you?"

"I, I'm Alice. Alice Harper," I managed to say, still unnerve at seeing this person who was identical to me in nearly every way. Up close, I noticed a few minor differences – her eyes were a little more blue than mine, and she had a small mole on her chin whereas I did not.

She frowned.

"This is weird. I'm Alice, as well. Alice Carver, though my first name is Wendy. Might I ask why you're hear?" I could only blink in shock, my mouth gaping open like a fish. She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"I don't know how I got here – well, I took a train from Liverpool – but I mean, I'm from the future." The other Alice paused, watching me. Her face was guarded, and I had no idea what she was thinking. "2013, to be a bit more specific. And, I thought you weren't here."

The other blonde snorted derisively, and flipped her hair over her shoulder, a motion I knew I would never make.

"I wasn't here, not for a couple of days. I was planning on leaving." She paused and looked at me. "Hm. I suppose if you're from the future, we could be related, you know."

I hadn't actually thought of that, but I supposed it made some sense. I did have a grandmother Wendy who died when I was just a baby.

"Can I," I licked my dry lips, "can I ask why you were gone. Or," I added upon seeing a suitcase full of clothing and toiletries at her feet, "why you're leaving."

She cast her bag a glance, then turned back to me, a slight frown on her lips.

"I'm quitting school. My boyfriend and I are leaving to get married – everyone disapproves of him, to some degree, especially my parents." She said the word parents as if it were something utterly disgusting. "They don't understand me, they never did. Did you ever wonder why a sixteen year old girl was living by herself in London."

"Uh, Sandra, she said you were a genius, or something."

Other Alice gave a snort of laughter.

"Oh, she did, did she? Did she also mention that I don't even want to be here, and the only reason I came was because it meant getting away from my idiotic parents?" I shook my head wordlessly. "David – my boyfriend, if you were wondering – is almost as smart as me, but he got in a bad place for a while. He's good now, clean for a whole year, but apparently my parents won't let me marry him. So," she continued, and did that stupid hair flip thing again, "we decided to make ourselves some fake ID's and get the hell out of Doge, so to speak. We were planning on settling down in South Dakota."

In my surprise, I made a noise like a strangled cat, and Alice startled a bit, looking at me like I belonged in the loony bin. Well, after this whole ordeal, I probably did, but that was well beside the point.

"I'm from South Dakota!" I exclaimed. "By any chance, is your boyfriend's last name Campbell, or he changed it to Campbell?"

Alice narrowed her eyes, studying my face. Gah, I whish she would stop looking at me, it's so creepy.

"Yes," she said cautiously. "Why? What does it matter to you?"

"That's my mother's maiden name," I explained. "I guess that means we really are related. You're my grandmother." I gave her an awkward look. "Which is weird, considering we're currently the same age."

Alice looked to be considering something, before her face broke out into a grin. It looked odd to see her expressions on my face, because we seemed to be incredibly different. Sandra was right in describing her as an apathetic person.

"You'll stay here," she said finally, and I frowned in confusion. She continued, "You'll stay here, and I'll go with David, it'll work out perfectly. No one will report me missing, and my parents won't be able to stop me from eloping."

"I-" I tried to interrupt her, but she either was ignoring me, or didn't hear me.

"Ah, it'll be splendid. No one will think I'm me if you're me."

It was about then that I realized that Wendy Alice Carver is as nutty as bat.

She left after a few minutes, and I simply sat at the small kitchen table, thinking, when the rotary phone on the counter interrupted my thoughts with a shrill ring.

"Ah, hello?" I said, still slightly distracted.

"Hello, Alice," the voice on the other line greeted me, and I felt a bit of pleasure upon hearing George's voice.

"Hi, George," I said. "I'm glad you didn't lose my number," I gave a small chuckle, and felt like I was dying inside. Why did I have to be so socially awkward?

He laughed, and it was such a deep, throaty laugh. I felt myself grow a little warm at the melodious sound.

"The lads and I were coming into London this coming Friday," he informed me. "John has Cyn, and Paul's bringing Dot, and I dunno who Stu's bringing, but it'll be really gear, and, um, would you like to come with us?"

Had I just been asked out on a date? Psh, no, why would anyone want to take me out, especially this gorgeous British guy.

"I, uh, yeah, sure," I managed, and I could imagine the bright grin that George would have on his face, and it made me smile at the thought. "I'd love that."

"Right," George said. "Alright then, I'll be seeing you Friday night." There was a slight pause before he asked me, "Do you mind giving me your flat address?"

It took me a little while, but I remembered the flat's address was listed on the papers that the other Alice had left here for me, and I rattled it off to him.

We said our goodbyes, and after I hung up, I sat down on the floor with my back pressed up against the wall. This was certainly going to be an interesting time.