Here, There and Everywhere

Chapter 3

The sound of birds chirping awoke John that time. When he opened his eyes, he found that he could see, and that he was looking up at a pretty blue sky. He could feel the grass tickling his cheeks and hands, and knew at once that he was alive. Sitting up, he looked around him. Paul, George, and Ringo were scattered about the grass, sitting up like he was. He grinned, running over to his friends. "You boys alright?"

"Yes, I s'pose so." Paul mumbled, rubbing his dark head of hair. He looked up at John. "Where are we?"

"Must've crashed here." John answered, looking around. He decided not to mention his odd dream. He knew the boys would make fun of him if he talked about it, or even worse, they'd cart him off to the loony bin.

"Let's ask her for directions to the phone booth." Ringo suggested, pointing across the yard to a girl. Paul looked up, following Ringo's gaze to spot a girl sitting under a tree.

She was beautiful with dark, curly, raven colored hair framing a porcelain skinned face. She had long, dark lashes, framing pale green, eyes that contrasted greatly with her skin that was flushed slightly at her cheeks, giving her an innocent look. She was writing in a notebook that sat in her lap.

Paul got up first, walking over to the girl with the others following, taking in the sights. It definitely didn't look a thing like London. "S'cuse me, miss." Paul said, smiling charmingly at the girl.

She looked up, looking surprised for a moment before shut her book, raising a single brow at Paul, urging him to continue. "We were wondering if you could point us to the nearest payphone." John spoke up, causing her gaze to fall on him.

"Payphone? We don't have any working ones around here." She spoke in an American accent with a hint of a French one. "They're all outdated. I have a cell phone that you could use, if you like."

"Cell phone?" George repeated, scrunching up his nose, clearly confused. "What in the world is a cell phone?"

"You boys look a little lost." She spoke, standing up and dusting the grass off of her denim shorts that were pulled up and decorated with white stars on one side and white and red stripes on the other side. A Coca-Cola shirt was stuffed into her shorts, and she wore white sneakers with the outfit. It confused the hell out of John, but he figured that Americans had strange style anyway. "Where are you from?"

"Liverpool. That's in England." Paul spoke up, smiling at the girl, pulling the old McCartney charm.

She gave him a blank look. "I see. Well, if you lot would like to use my cell phone, it's right here." She pulled out a sleek object from her back pocket, holding it out for one of them to take. The four marveled at it, their eyes wide. "You guys okay?" She questioned, snapping the four out of their daze.

"Where are we?" John suddenly spoke up.

"You're in Florida. That's in the United States of America." She replied, mocking Paul from earlier.

"Florida? How the bloody hell did we end up in America!" Ringo exclaimed, running a hand through his hair that was already messy from laying in the grass. 

"I didn't catch your names." The girl said slowly, almost cautiously. 

"I'm Paul McCartney." Paul spoke up. 

"John Lennon, love."

"George Harrison, it's a pleasure."

"Ringo Starr. Nice to meet 'ye."

"I'm Michelle Curtis." The girl, now identified as Michelle, replied. Suddenly it hit her. Her eyes widened and her mouth became agape. "You're.. You're the Beatles!"

"How'd you know that?" John asked with a grin, fixing his collar.

"My Dad. He used to be super into you guys. Was your photographer for one of your albums--The only album, actually. He showed me the album and got me into you guys. Unfortunately, there's got to be less than one hundred people on this Earth who know who you guys are." Michelle looked from boy to boy, feeling overwhelmed. "But you four died in 1963, shortly after the release of your first album."

"On the plane." Said Ringo, as if it were a sort of revelation. And it was. "We died! We died on the plane! That's what that voice was!"

"You heard it too?" Paul asked, grinning, satisfied that he wasn't crazy.

"I heard it as well, mates." George spoke up, John nodding in agreement.

"So you four are here in 2012--"

"It's 2012!?" John demanded, his mouth agape.

Michelle glared at the man, clearly not appreciating being cut off. "Yes, it's 2012. That means that you guys have been 'dead'--and I use that term loosely--for 49 years."

"That's why you dress so weird and you 'ave that weird device!" George spoke up, pointing to the cellphone that was still in her hand.

"Right, that's exactly it." Muttered Michelle. "Alright, uh.. I guess I can't exactly just leave you guys here in the twenty first century with you having no idea what you're doing. So follow me. You can stay at my house. God knows we have enough room."

"Sleepover at Michelle's place!" John exclaimed, making her sigh in annoyance.