Trixie's POV

I walked back to the middle of the room and stared at George curiously. He stared back but he looked a bit scared. I walked up to him and sat down in front of him, staring up in awe. He turned pale as he looked down at me.

"You ok George?" Ringo asked, sounding concerned.

"I think I need to go home." George stood up carefully.

"But we have to make these recordings!" John said aggravated.

"I don't know John, he looks pretty bad. I'll drive him home really quick you two get started." Ringo said standing up as well.

"Yeah Ringo, 'cause we can totally do that!"

Ringo took George out to his car and they left. I ran trying to keep up but it was practically impossible even though I was running through everything. George stared back at me terror twisting his face.

George's POV

I watched as the strange girl ran after me just running through everything! It must be a ghost, but who would want to haunt me?! I'm a nice guy! Right?! After a while the girl was gone, I guess she couldn't keep up. I tried to think if I had ever seen her before but my mind drew a blank. Ringo was quiet the whole ride, I could tell he was worried about me, heck! I'm worried about me!

We finally reached my house and I collapsed on the couch.

"Can I do anything for yuh, mate?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna take a nap, eat some soup." I shrugged.

"Ok, well call me if you need anything and I'll be checking in on yuh."

Ringo left and I watched him drive down the street. For a long time I just looked out the window and it wasn't long before I saw the ghost girl jogging up the street! I panicked slightly, I had no idea what to do or how to defend my self if she should get mad or anything. I contemplated calling the studio but they'd just think I'm going mad! I knew it would only be a matter of seconds till she would walk through that door. Yet when she did it took me off guard. She stood there for a minute and smiled, she was very pretty. In fact she was too pretty! Wasn't that the way it always was?! One minute she's a beautiful bird and the next she's a hideous skeleton hag!

"Hello George." She said softly, her voice had a musical sound to it. "I'm sorry if I frightened you earlier. I didn't know anyone could see me." She looked down at her hands for a second.

"It's ok." I squeaked out, it sounded odd and high pitched. She giggled slightly.

"There's no need to be afraid. I'm Trixie by the way." She extended her hand to me and I looked at it cautiously.

"How can I shake your hand?"

She giggled. "Like this!" She grabbed my hand shook it, it was almost like holding a real hand except hers was much colder. I started to feel more relaxed and we sat down on the couch and started talking, just about everything about each other. When Ringo called I realized it had gotten very late.

"Hey George, how are you feeling?"

"Much better, I think I'll be fine."

"Ok then, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and looked at Trixie, she seemed nervous about something. "Is something wrong?"

"Um, well, I just kind of became a ghost this morning and so I don't know if I need to do something or go somewhere now that its late or what... I guess I would go back to my house but the police were there and my bo- I mean, I just don't really want to go back there."

"Ok then, you can stay here I guess. I've never been a ghost before so... yeah..." we both chuckled. "So, are you tired? Or do ghosts not sleep?..."

"Yeah I'm kind of tired so I guess ghosts need sleep too. I guess I'll just have to figure it all out." She smiled, it was a pretty smile.

"I-I can help you, if you want." She smiled even bigger and then I smiled.