Ch 3

Good Morning, Good Morning!

Liverpool, 1963, February 13th

9 AM…

(Lily's Point of View…)

I've never felt so awake. Usually, I'm never a morning person. I'm like an owl, a nocturnal kind of gal. But I find myself waking up early from a crazy dream. That and I fall off of my bed onto the hardwood floor. So now I'm staring up at the ceiling, recollecting my memories of the night before.

Treat my like you did the night before…I smile as that song comes to mind. Super catchy and really hard to get off your mind, if you ask me.

Now, as I stretch and yawn, I turn my thoughts back to working out last night's details. There was a party… Sarah… Lys… a groovy lava lamp… The Beatles…

Wait one second. WAIT. ONE. DAMN. SECOND.

WHERE THE HELL IS MY ABBEY ROAD POSTER?

Not only that, but where's my room? This is so not where I live! That's not my bed! That's sure as hell not my pair of knickers in the corner over there! And I know for a fact that I don't smoke either! Never!

My first thought is to run, scream, twist and shout; to do SOMETHING to make the world know that I do not belong here! Was I kidnapped? Did I get sent to some asylum to treat my Beatlemania and to have the surgeons explain to me that I'm some raving mad girl who made myself believe that I live a different life than I originally did before? OH MY GOD, THAT'S LIKE SHUTTER ISLAND!

As you can see, I'm an extremely paranoid person. When I freak, I do it passionately…

(Paul's Point of View…)

Here I am, enjoying my cup of coffee on a nice morning while getting to know these birds we picked up from the future when I hear screaming.

And no, it's not the everyday ordinary "Oh my God, it's the Beatles" fan screaming. This one is a cry of distress. For some reason, Sarah and Alyssa bolt from their comfortable places at the breakfast bar and head upstairs like there's a fire in their pants. George gives me a confused look and Ringo follows after them to make sure everything is okay. Looking over at John to see his reaction, I see he's taken immense interest in the day's paper.

"I thought everyone was awake?" I ask him, slightly dazed by the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Lily wasn't until now." John answers simply, turning a page. He doesn't bother to look up, like it's an everyday happening to hear girls screaming upstair- maybe I shouldn't finish that…

I nod my head, remembering the pretty brunette and how she's been knocked out since we came back to our time. John had explained the strawberries from that old man made us go to the future and he kindly reminded me of my brilliant idea of giving the girls some to eat too, making them travel back with us. Since those were the last ones, we can't send them back.

But I have a feeling that we won't need to anytime soon…

(Sarah's Point of View…)

"It's okay! You're fine, I'm here!" (Me)

"WHERE THE HELL IS HERE!" (Lily…)

"Lily, love, calm down!" (Ringo!)

"H-HOW- YOU WERE IN MY KITCHEN!" (A very white faced Lily)

It took forever for me, Lyssa and Ringo to explain to Lily. She doesn't remember a thing about after we ate the strawberries. The Beatles appearing in her kitchen was a dream to her and waking up in someone else's bed (which happens to be Ringo's, dear Lord…) made her paranoia worse than normal. She's completely bonkers and if nobody gives her a cup of English Breakfast in less than five seconds with the proper amount of sugar, the house will explode from raining madness that is our Lovely Lily Lucille Addison…

(Lyssa's Point of View…)

Oh me God.

I'm sitting next to George freaking Harrison. I am sitting… next to George… GEORGE… FREAKING… HARRISON… A BEATLE…

Shall I faint?

Nope, still conscious. This has to be real. This is real. This is the best real moment of my freaking short life.

He just brought me a stack of heart shaped pancakes! One of them is all cute and deranged too!

I'm kinda diggin' Valentine's Day now.