Natalya, Emily, May, and Morag did not expect to have visitors, 또는 that anyone would ever stumble on their secret location. No one ever came out here, and no one had ever had any reason before to think that there might be a house tucked into this corner of the woods, much less to try and find the place. Besides, even if someone did manage to stumble on their house, the place looked far from inviting. It was made of rough grey stone, twisting towards the sky like some misshapen castle, and the rooms inside had a most confusing layout for anyone who didn’t live there and already know the place,...

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 다음 morning, 또는 afternoon, 또는 the 다음 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 의해 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. 또는 we’ll find a way out we haven’t...

“Vanished?” repeated Susan, going pale.
Jenna frowned. “The Beatles can’t just vanish! They’ve got to be somewhere.”
Susan shook her head furiously, tears threatening to spill. “I knew it! Those terrible women took the Beatles away, and now Paul could be....” She couldn’t finish.
“Hang on.” Emma had a happier thought. “The Beatles have to be somewhere. We know they’re not anywhere Karen could find them....”
“And since I do know where they’re not, that should help us figure out where they are!” Karen finished, looking pleased. “Good one, Emma.”
“But we still...

“Brilliant, Susan!” cried Jenna, as the three girls and one dog got off the bus, just a little ways from the best hotel in the city. “How did 당신 know to come here?”
Susan blushed. “I sort of – hitched a ride with the Beatles when they came here. It was the best way to get to meet them. Only it didn’t work,” she added sadly. “Paul didn't – he didn't talk to me – but it wasn't his fault! I sort of – forget myself around him,” she admitted, brown-haired head downcast.
“Did 당신 try 글쓰기 Paul a letter?” Emma interjected here. “I don’t think 당신 need to tell him...

Later that night, when all the McCartneys were asleep, I sat awake, thinking, on the little pull-out 침대 Linda had gotten out for me.
I knew what I had to do now. Somehow, I would have to find Ringo, George, and John, and tell them how sad Paul was about their breakup, and convince them all, somehow, to come here and reunite. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but I couldn't believe that any of the former Beatles would be too hard to convince. Who would want to leave the Beatles behind? I was really much 더 많이 worried about how to find them.
How was I going to do that? Maybe Paul still...