Beatles

The tunnels were dirty and wet. At times the Beatles were wading through knee-deep water, and it was possible that their trousers and booties would never be the same again. This was, of course, also partly due to the fact that there wasn't a lot of opportunity for changing clothes on a Quest.
And yet, the Beatles felt happy. They were so near to their goal, but not quite near enough that they had to worry about battling a soul-sucking Beast just yet. And each Beatle now had a magical object on his side that was bound to protect him.
Every now and then, though, Paul would pull out the Titanium...

For the next week, I stayed with John. It was heaven for me, and I think John enjoyed my company, too. But my real reason for being here never left my mind.
On the first day, John introduced me to his music. He played me songs he'd recorded solo in the last couple of years, and they were so beautiful, but they made me cry. Then I asked to hear some Beatles songs, and John played me many of the earlier ones I didn't know yet on his guitar. "Misery" and "I Should Have Known Better" and "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help!" and "Eight Days a Week" and "It's Only Love" and "No Reply" and many more. I...

Some time later, and I was walking in Central Park, my next step in finding and reuniting all the Beatles. George had driven me to the airport and paid for my flight back to the United States. On the plane, I had thought about John. From what the other Beatles had told me, he would probably be the hardest to convince, but after my victory with George, I was feeling like I could do anything.
I had looked at Paul's photo of the Beatles again before leaving George's house, and even though most of the Beatles looked so different now, I was able to recognize George and Ringo in the picture, so I...

It wasn't long before I had my new job at the record store. Marvin had pulled some strings and gotten me working with the delivery of the new records - it wasn't the most interesting thing I could do in a record store, but I knew I was working here so that I could be sent to get more records from England later on. When I saw Marvin at work, I asked him how the plan was going and he winked at me, which I'm sure meant really well.
Working in delivery was kind of annoying, though, when my friends came in wanting me to give them discounts on the records. I wasn't working behind the counter; how...

I woke up the next morning, and I decided to freshen up before breakfast. When I looked up at the bathroom mirror, I saw John Lennon staring back at me. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing clearly. Sure enough, I was seeing it. I fell to the floor and nearly fainted. I heard a knock on the door. Howard asked, "Hazel, is everything okay in there?" I said, "Everything's fine." He asked, "Are you sure?" I said, "Yeah, I'm coming out now." After a day of studying, Howard said, "You have been really quiet all day. Is something troubling you, love?" I said, "I'm not really troubled. I'm...

Together at John's house, Paul and John discussed what they'd just overheard.
"It was those girls! I knew they had something to do with it!"
The thought that their fans would be involved in something like this was upsetting. The fans were supposed to love them; they were supposed to be on their side. But most of these girls did actually love John, Paul, and George. They did want what was best for them. They just had a very warped idea of what was best for them.
John and Paul could put the pieces together without much difficulty. Those girls they had seen had obviously kidnapped Ringo for some...