The hours wore on for the Beatles, and there was no way of telling how much time had passed in their little prison. It could have been the successivo morning, o afternoon, o the successivo evening. But as the Beatles hadn’t slept at all last night, and all four were beginning to feel their eyelids getting heavy, they decided it might as well be night. There was no other way to measure time in here then da sleeps. But none of them wanted to drift off, not when they had so little time left.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. o we’ll find a way out we haven’t noticed yet. It’s only a matter of time now.”
His mates wanted to believe him, but all three were feeling decidedly discouraged. There was no way to get out of here – if there was, wouldn’t they have spotted it da now? It wasn’t like there was that much in this place to begin with. And even if someone was looking for them, how would they ever find them here, in this gloomy old basement in a house in the middle of nowhere?
Eventually, all four Beatles were too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Their heads lolling on each others’ shoulders, they drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Early successivo morning, Karen drove to each of the other girls’ houses to pick them up, then as they headed out to the lonely road they’d seen on the map yesterday, she explained what she’d found out.
“It really is empty up there – I didn’t like the look of things at all. But,” she added, before her passengers could get too worried about this “it turns out there’s a house!”
“Really?” Emma leaned inoltrare, avanti from the backseat, brown eyes bright with curiosity. “A house in the middle of nowhere? Why?”
Karen shrugged. “I don’t know why, but it’s there. There’s plumbing and electricity that runs out there to connect to just one building. Now,” she gave her new Friends a little smile in the rear-view mirror “if te were trying to disappear, after doing something dreadful like getting rid of the Beatles, say, wouldn’t te choose just that sort of place?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Jenna replied fiercely. She was sitting in the back with Susan and Emma, but let Butch ride up front on the passenger side successivo to Karen, the window down so he could sniff at smells. “Because I would never try to get rid of the Beatles!”
Karen nodded feelingly. “Right,” she agreed. “Well, I think we need to drive out to this place and have a little talk with whoever lives there.”
The drive out to the house Karen had found out about turned out to take a very long time. The road wound on and on through the thick trees, and it seemed like it could go on forever without actually leading anywhere. The girls were starting to get very nervous. This was taking much too long – they’d been at this for two hours now, and it had already been più than a giorno since the Beatles had gone missing! Would they find their beloved band on time?
But then suddenly, Butch began to bark. Turning to look at him, Karen spotted a thin dirt trail leading off the road and into the deep woods. It was so small and covered da foliage that she might have missed it. “I think he’s found the place,” she announced to her passengers in the back.
“Good boy, Butch!” Jenna approved.
With some difficulty, Karen turned her car onto the narrow path. It was actually wider than it first appeared, wide enough for a fairly big vehicle to get da with no problems. Still, Karen drove slowly, not wanting anybody to hear her car approaching. Emma leaned inoltrare, avanti breathlessly, Susan twisted her hands in her lap, and Jenna fidgeted in her seat, but nobody detto a word.
Then, abruptly, Karen stopped the car. “There,” she whispered, pointing ahead.
Through the overhanging albero branches, the girls could just make out an unusually wide car parked in a little cleared-out area just off the dirt path, painted a dull, ugly beige.
“Ugh,” shuddered Susan, seeing the car. “It looks – like a monster o something.”
“We’re here,” Emma breathed. “We made it. Look.”
Up ahead, just a little ways beyond the crude driveway, a tall house loomed up from between the trees.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. o we’ll find a way out we haven’t noticed yet. It’s only a matter of time now.”
His mates wanted to believe him, but all three were feeling decidedly discouraged. There was no way to get out of here – if there was, wouldn’t they have spotted it da now? It wasn’t like there was that much in this place to begin with. And even if someone was looking for them, how would they ever find them here, in this gloomy old basement in a house in the middle of nowhere?
Eventually, all four Beatles were too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Their heads lolling on each others’ shoulders, they drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Early successivo morning, Karen drove to each of the other girls’ houses to pick them up, then as they headed out to the lonely road they’d seen on the map yesterday, she explained what she’d found out.
“It really is empty up there – I didn’t like the look of things at all. But,” she added, before her passengers could get too worried about this “it turns out there’s a house!”
“Really?” Emma leaned inoltrare, avanti from the backseat, brown eyes bright with curiosity. “A house in the middle of nowhere? Why?”
Karen shrugged. “I don’t know why, but it’s there. There’s plumbing and electricity that runs out there to connect to just one building. Now,” she gave her new Friends a little smile in the rear-view mirror “if te were trying to disappear, after doing something dreadful like getting rid of the Beatles, say, wouldn’t te choose just that sort of place?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Jenna replied fiercely. She was sitting in the back with Susan and Emma, but let Butch ride up front on the passenger side successivo to Karen, the window down so he could sniff at smells. “Because I would never try to get rid of the Beatles!”
Karen nodded feelingly. “Right,” she agreed. “Well, I think we need to drive out to this place and have a little talk with whoever lives there.”
The drive out to the house Karen had found out about turned out to take a very long time. The road wound on and on through the thick trees, and it seemed like it could go on forever without actually leading anywhere. The girls were starting to get very nervous. This was taking much too long – they’d been at this for two hours now, and it had already been più than a giorno since the Beatles had gone missing! Would they find their beloved band on time?
But then suddenly, Butch began to bark. Turning to look at him, Karen spotted a thin dirt trail leading off the road and into the deep woods. It was so small and covered da foliage that she might have missed it. “I think he’s found the place,” she announced to her passengers in the back.
“Good boy, Butch!” Jenna approved.
With some difficulty, Karen turned her car onto the narrow path. It was actually wider than it first appeared, wide enough for a fairly big vehicle to get da with no problems. Still, Karen drove slowly, not wanting anybody to hear her car approaching. Emma leaned inoltrare, avanti breathlessly, Susan twisted her hands in her lap, and Jenna fidgeted in her seat, but nobody detto a word.
Then, abruptly, Karen stopped the car. “There,” she whispered, pointing ahead.
Through the overhanging albero branches, the girls could just make out an unusually wide car parked in a little cleared-out area just off the dirt path, painted a dull, ugly beige.
“Ugh,” shuddered Susan, seeing the car. “It looks – like a monster o something.”
“We’re here,” Emma breathed. “We made it. Look.”
Up ahead, just a little ways beyond the crude driveway, a tall house loomed up from between the trees.
While strolling among the flowers, George told Pattie about his quick chat with the fans. "As te may have observed, those ladies were very sweet, and they're just as happy for us tying the knot!" She replied, "Yeah, I noticed that. It made me smile, too!" "Great!" he remarked back. Laura said, "And I mustn't forget to mention that they felt the same thing about my father adopting me after our visit to Hampton Court three years ago!" Pattie said, "Oh, how splendid, my dear!" George said, "Yes, Laura, darling! I also remember that. It's lovely!" She responded with a big smile. The trio then spent the remainder of the giorno da paying a stop inside the wide, well-kept lawn of Kensington Palace.
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As he had promised, George made those phone calls in the morning that followed. Then, at around an ora before noon, the lovebirds had a coffee break in Hyde Park while Laura did some jogging. George said, "So about the cake, I have requested Spencer from the Cadbury factory in Birmingham to make it a triple layer one with the superiore, in alto being made from latte chocolate, the middle white, and the bottom dark. How's that, love?" Pattie replied, "Ooooh, that sounds so luxurious, darling! I'm excited to taste it!" George replied, "So am I!" He then continued, "And our honeymoon destination of Scotland has been settled, too. The royals will even reserve two seats on their airship for us as newlyweds!" "Absolutely splendid!" exclaimed Pattie. "That also means the details for our wedding are nearing completion." "Right as rain, Pattie. Right as rain!" remarked George. They soon finished their coffee and shared a sweet kiss.
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successivo morning and shortly after breakfast, the trio proceeded to Fitzrovia Chapel for the wedding rehearsals. "Wowsers! This place is bloody magnificent, daddy George!" exclaimed Laura as she marveled at both the stained glass windows and ceiling. George replied, "It sure is, Laura, darling! Just perfect for the ceremony!" Pattie added, "Not to mention quite a popolare venue for those tying the knot!" Laura said, "Yeah, I can see why te decided to have yours here as well. Excellent choice!" George smiled and said, "Thanks, dear! We're glad ye think so." Pattie nodded in agreement. The rehearsal itself went very well, concluding with the lovebirds sharing a baciare near the altar. They then spent the rest of the giorno exploring the chapel's location, which is better known as Pearson Square.
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The rest of the giorno was spent with a tour around the other areas of the park. George detto as they walked, "Before we get started with our wedding plans, I think it would be wise for us to first seek some consigli on how we could make our marriage a veddy happy one. What do ye say, love?" Pattie replied, "Yeah. That's a smart idea, darling. So, to whom shall we ask about this?" George thought for a moment, then replied, "Let's head on over to Windsor castello tomorrow! I'm sure the royal couple will help us out with this step." Pattie said, "Oh, I know what you're thinking there. Certainly!" Laura added, "Plus, it's been a while since we last visited that place! Right, daddy George?" He replied, "You definitely are, Laura, darling!" "Heh, heh!", she responded. Afternoon soon turned into evening, and the trio had cena at one of the nearby restaurants before driving back home for the night.
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