John magazine cover

Ringo looked around himself nervously. He didn't like being separated from his mates. That sort of thing never usually happened. He felt like he had down in the pit when the Beast of Bodmin Moor had nearly got him.
As Ringo thought these thoughts, though, the Crown glowed on his head, sending feelings of confidence into him. Ringo blinked and stood up taller. Maybe things weren't so bad. Maybe - wasn't this what happened every time one of the Beatles found an Object? John and George dicho it had been this way - all alone in a funny-feeling place, and then once they made it through, the Object...

"Should we take one of them taxis?"
"They're here so's people like us can get around England, aren't they?"
"We'll put it back when we're done with it."
The Beatles were standing outside of a taxi stand, where several taxi cabs were parked with keys inside, all ready to go. The stand itself was deserted, just like the train station back in Londres had been. The boys weren't worried about the consequences of borrowing one of the taxis to use - after all, wasn't that what they were there for? - and quickly made up their minds. The pregunta that kept them standing around for the siguiente few minutos was...