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❝𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑; 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖇𝖚𝖙, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉,❞

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(A/N: EXTREMELY long chapter ahead, it's 6,000+ words)

| January 16th, 1963 |

It was around 9:58 pm when the four boys came toppling out of the doors of the studio. Laughter filled the silent night, and their faces had glorious, whimsical grins. They were dancing around, chasing each other playfully. Once they noticed the two slumped over women, they stopped playing and stared.

"Oi! Look over there," John shouted, pointing at the two women laying their heads on each other's shoulders.

"Why are they out this late?" Paul curiously peeked over to get a look at them.

"Maybe they're waitin' for us to come out and get a free shag," John snickered. 

"Nah, I don' think so, they would be wearin' diffrent' clothes if they were lookin' for a shag," George examined their clothes closely. 

"True," John replied, drawing closer to the unsuspecting two. 

Paul, George, and Ringo decided to follow him, staying a few feet away.

"Wait, I know them," John scoffed, leaning in uncomfortably close to Charlotte's face.

"Looks like she's having a kip," George stated the obvious, also leaning closer. 

"Who are they?" Ringo asked, approaching them.

"It's yer mate Charlotte, and she's with her mate," John answered the drummer.

"Ahh, well, shouldn' we take em' home? It wouldn' be very nice if we just left em' standing here defenseless," George offered, waving a hand in front of Isabel's face.

"Yeah, yer right, les' go then," John shrugged, picking up Charlotte bridal style.

"Oi, I got er'," Ringo tried prying the sleeping girl out of John's arms, but he retracted her swiftly.

"Nah, she's fine with me," John looked at Charlotte's sleeping face. "Paul, you can grab her friend," 

"Alright," Paul agreed and copied John's actions, but with Isabel instead of Charlotte.

The four Beatles walked down the sidewalk, staying vigilant for any suspicious people.

"Do ya think they were waitin' for us?" Ringo asked, walking next to John, occasionally glancing at Charlotte. 

"Oh, don't be daft, we don' know what they came here for. They could've come for someone else," John clarified. 

"Who else would she come for?" Ringo brushed some of Charlotte's hair out of her face.

John stayed silent, trying to rack his brain for a person, or thing, she would've met here. 

"Exactly," Ringo nodded when John came up with nothing.

"Where's she live, Rings?" Paul asked from ahead, looking around at strange buildings.

Since it was 10:34 by now, the streets were practically empty except for a few people, who luckily paid no mind to the four Liverpudlian lads that go by the name The Beatles, carrying two unconscious women down the street.