Lost in England

Get Back

"My house is just down this street." Paul said.

"Yay!" I cheer-yawned.

Paul chuckled, but his laugh turned to a gasp as the car slid on the rain slick asphalt.

"What--are we hydroplaning?

"We sure are. Hang on tight!"

"Oh no, not another PID theory!"

Paul tried to gain control of the car again, but it was no use. We were heading toward a phone booth when a flash of light blinded both of us.

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Are we dead?

I groaned as I opened my eyes, bright sunlight blinded me, which reminded me of the light that flashed before we crashed.

Oh crap, where's Paul!?

I turned my head to look beside me on the bench where I was sitting, Paul was sleeping soundly; he didn't look hurt at all. Thank goodness!

I shook him to wake him up, "Paul, Paul wake up."

Paul's eyes fluttered open, "What? Oh, hi Tessa. Where are we?"

"I don't know, maybe we're dead?"

Paul's eyes lit up,"Wait a second, if we're dead then--" He stood up quickly.

"We'll find them." I smiled.

We started walking through the park that we were in keeping our eyes peeled for John and George.

"We could also find my mum, y'know." Paul said.

"Yes, I would love to meet her."

We came to the other side of the park and walked out into the town.

There were so many people clogging up the sidewalks, people streaming out of the stores, people wearing clothes from the 60's.

Wait, what? The 60's?

"Um, Paul, is it just me or is everyone dressed like it's 1963?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"I--" I was cut off by shrill screams.

Paul and I looked at each other.

"Paul, I think you've been found."

A/N: Sorry, it's kind of short, but I want to build up the suspense for a couple of days.  Cliffhangers! 

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