Die Beatles

I don't know how long I sat there, crying on George's küche table. George, I think, wasn't sure how to handle a girl crying in his küche and he left, letting me stay in there as long as I liked, while he was in some other part of the house. I think that was best. After a long time, when I had cried so much I couldn't cry anymore, I lifted my head into my hands and tried to think. I couldn't just accept George's answer. There had to be something I could do to change his mind. I had to see my plan through. I owed it to Paul, and to Ringo. What could I do about George? Why wouldn't he want...

Later that night, when all the McCartneys were asleep, I sat awake, thinking, on the little pull-out bett 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 Mehr worried about how to find them.
How was I going to do that? Maybe Paul still...