I guess I had fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes we had stopped and the trunk was opened a little. So I peeked out because no one else was in the car.

We were parked in front of a little airport restaurant. I didn't see any Beatles or George Martin so I decided to get out to stretch.

"Ahem" someone cleared his throat. I turned around startled to see John, Paul, Ringo, and George leaning against the car. I gave a little pitiful wave and shoved my hands in the pockets on my dress as far as they would go.

"What are we going to tell George when he comes out?" John said crossing his arms.

"Please, just let me get back in the bag I won't be any trouble at all" I pleaded.

They looked at each other. "Oh alright. But you'll have to stay in there 'till we land" John said finally.

"Oh thank you!" I jumped on him and hugged him.

"Here he comes!" Paul said.

I climbed back in the bag and Ringo closed the trunk. We must have driven to the loading zone because it wasn't long before we stopped. Lucky for me I had the good sense to get into Ringo's carry-on this time. It was eight hours before we had to change planes. Before we did George (Harrison) had enough compassion to sneak some food out to me in the bag. Then a few autographs later it was back on the plane and on to England.

When we finally landed the bag was taken to the car and piled in under the rest of the bags.

In the hotel room Ringo unzipped the bag and I rolled out onto the floor and stood up only to see George Martin standing there with his arms folded. I tried to get back in the bag. After it took too long I gave up and laid down on the floor with my arms in the air.

"Alright I give up. Just get it over with."

George Martin rolled his eyes "No, we're here now you've come this far. Might as well let you stay" he said.

"Thank you! Thank you! I promise I won't be any trouble I won't even eat" I jumped on him and hugged him.

"Yeah just like you didn't eat at the airport" George said from across the room.

"I count that as a peace treaty" I said sitting on the couch picking up an magazine.

"Peace treaty?" Paul asked.

"Yeah. George stepped on my fingers last night at the concert" I said glaring at George. George stuck his tounge out at me.

Later they were sitting around the room playing their guitars. Paul was standing near the door with his bass. John was sitting on one bed. Ringo was sitting on the other bed with George and I was in the middle of it all. Then Ringo stops and they all stop.

"I've got to go to bed" Paul says putting down his bass.

"Night guys" he says heading towards the door.

"Night Paul" they chorus.

Eventually it came down to me Ringo and John trying to decide who's room I should sleep in.

"Well..." John says.

"Give me a coin" I say holding out my hand to Ringo. He hands me a coin. I flip it.

"Call it John" I say pointing at John.

"Heads" John says.

"Tails. Ringo" I say and pick up the coin. Ringo grabs my arm and leads me to the door.

"You sleep on the couch. You've caused enough troble I'm keeping my eye on you" Ringo says taking off his shoes. I lay down on the couch and am asleep instantly.

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