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I got some good feedback on the last part of the story, so thanks (Obviously you all like it intense)! There's still much more to go, so don't go away! And if anybody has any ideas, please please (me) Lol, jk, I mean please please tell me!!! Enjoy!

"Dr. Robert!" John greets the stranger. He slowly comes out of the shadows. Instead of the creepy old man you invisioned, he is actually a red-headed man with round glassesin his late twenties. But you are still gripping onto George tightly and shaking. "I haven't seen your face in ages!" says John again.
"Yes, I know," says the stranger, Dr. Robert. "It has been a while." He looks down at you. "You okay there, girl? Didn't mean to scare you. Everyone looks creepy coming out of those trees."
You nod quickly. You manage to gather enough breath to say, "You two know each other?"
Robert and John laugh. "Oh yes!" says John. "He worked in a sodafountain I went to when I was about thirteen or fourteen. We sprouted a bit of friendly chat, and we got together. Later, he left to finish school and got his Doctors' Degree."
You freeze. "Doctors' Degree!?" you ask.
"Yeah, I did," says Robert proudly. "And I'm lovin' it!"
"Do you think you'd be able to find out what's wrong with George?"you ask. Paul and Ringo nod in agreement.
Robert grins. "Of course! What's your name, girl?"
"___!" you reply, excited.
"Well, ___," says Robert, "why don't you and your famous friends just follow me to my office--if you can call it one--and I'll see what's wrong with George." As everyone follows Robert through the trees, you think you can hear angels singing. You are so relieved! You wish that the storm never happened, but you sure are glad that of all people to run into when you're lost, you run into a doctor! You almost burst out into laughter.
"You see," says George weakly. "Absoulutely nothing to be scared of." The sound of his voice nearly makes you cry again. He sounds so weak! And even though this place wasn't what you would call cold, he is still shivering. That makes you even happier that you ran into a doctor. Before you know it, the six of you are at Robert's office.
He holds the door open for all of you. "Come in and put George on the big couch inside," he says to you. You do. Carefully, you lay George on his back on the couch. He gripps the blanket around him tightly and shivers.
"Shhh," you say soothingly.
"Okay, let's see what the problem is," says Robert, putting on a pair of gloves and replacing his round glasses with a pair of even rounder ones that magnify his green eyes to a maximum. It looked kind of funny. "Caught in a storm?"
"Yes, Doctor," you say.
"You can just call me Robert, ___," says Robert.
"If you really want to piss him off," whispers John, "call him Bobby." You grin, but you don't say anything. Robert needs to concentrate. He is now taking George's temperature with an oversize thermometer. He takes the thermometer outof George's mouth, and steps toward you. He looks serious.

"Well?" says Paul.

"It seems to me your friend has hypothermia," says Robert.

"Hypo-whatia?" asks Ringo. It seems that it's not just him this time that's confused. Everyone else except for you and Robert look like they have no idea what Robert is talking about.
"His body temperature is too cold," explains Robert. "He was out in the rain too long, and in doing so, the temperature of the rain got into his bloodstream and dialated his blood vessles. He'll need to stay her for a few days till I get his body temperature back to normal."
"So that means we'll have to stay too, right?" you ask.

"Of couse!" says Paul. "We have to stay together!"

"Okay," you say. "Just checking." Then you stop. Maybe Robert can tell you where you are! "Exceuse me, Robert," you say. "But, can you tell us where we are? When our ship wrecked, we had no idea where we had ended up."
Robert laughs. "Of course I can tell you! I live here, don't I? You're in New Zeland!"
"New Zeland!?" yells Paul. "How the bloody hell did we get there?"
"Beats me," you say, a little thrown off. This is very strange..."Maybe it was when the ship started flying," you say, mostly to yourself.
"Flying?" asks John.
"Oops..." you mutter. You hadn't ment for anyone to hear what you had said.
"I know what she's talking about," says Ringo. "I don't think we flew; I just think that the water just calmed down a bit."
"Maybe we can ask George," suggests Paul.
"Are you crazy?" you ask. "He's sick! We shouldn't bother him!"
"But it's the only way we'll find out what went on," says Paul."Go on, ask him." He gives you a slight nudge, and as you look back at him, he's grinning. You know why. Just a little while ago, you told him about your newfound feelings for George. You still weren't sure if you should have those feelings, though.

"George?" you say when you get up to the couch where George is. He gives a slight grunt in reply and rolls over to face you. He looks a lot better now. That medicine that Robert had just given him must be working pretty fast. "When you were outside, steering the boat," here it comes, you think. You're ready to ask the stupidest question on your life, "did we start--you know--flying at one point?"
You prepare for George to laugh, but he doesn't. Instead, he knits his eyebrows together in thought. "Not sure," he says. "Couldn't tell. It was too cloudy." With that, he yawns, and falls asleep.
"Yeah, that medicine can knock you out if you don't have a very strong amune system," says Robert from behind you,making you jump.
"Oh, yeah," you say. Robert nods and walks away. This leaves you time to look at George. He looks so sweet and innocent when he's asleep. Just so serene. You love the way his dark hairfalls into his face, and the way that his long eyelashes fan out against his cheeks when his eyes are closed. You take a moment to listen to his steady rise and fall of breath, and then walk outside. You start to wonder why you love George, and why he loves you. You also started to wonder how you would forget about him when you go back home. Oh, life is just full of surprises, isn't it?Then, you see Ringositting by a stream, reading a book. It hit you that he saved your life back on the ship.Without him, you would've been crushed by the fallen object.You walk toward him.

"Hey," you say.

Ringo turns to look back at you. "Hey ___," he says. "What's up?"
You take a deep breath. "I just want to say, thanks for saving my life--you know--back on the ship."
Ringo puts on that boyish smile that you loved so much in pictures, but is one hundred times better in person, and his huge blue eyes sparkle. "No problem," he says. He puts down his book.
"Whatcha reading?" you ask.
"Oh," says Ringo, holding the book up. "It's Of Mice and Men."
"Cool," you say. "I had to read it for school this year. It's very good."
"Yeah, it is," says Ringo. "It's one of my favorites."
"It's also very sad at the end," you say.
"It is sad," says Ringo, flipping through the pages. "It just shows how people can be easily manipulated into doing things that they don't want to do."
"Like killing your best friend," you say.
"Yeah," says Ringo. "Yeah, like that."
"I feel very bad for Lennie in the story," you say. "It wasn't his fault he got into so much trouble. He didn't know."
"I know," says Ringo."But people didn't know about guys like Lennie in those days, and not even really now."
"People need to really try and get to know people like that," you say. "Just to try and see what it's like to be like them. Then they'll all know that it's not that easy. Man, Lennie didn't have to die if everyone just got to know him."
Ringo smiles at you again. "You're exactly right," he says. "I like that way you think ___." he ruffles your hair.
You giggle. "Thanks," you say. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your book?"
"That's fine," says Ringo. You leave, and walk behind Robert's office. You are surprised to see George standing there.
"Feeling better?" you say.
"Yeah, a little," says George. "Still tired though."
"Yeah, I guess that'll come with being sick," you say. You start thinking about todays events. You stop to think of the date. You nearly burst into tears (or laughter) when you realise that today's your sixteenth birthday!
"What's the matter?" asks George as he sees your strained expression.
"It's my birthday!" you say.
George laughs. "Well, happy sweet sixteen. You get cleaned-up vomit, black clouds, a freaky rainstorm, a sick guitar player, and a trip to New Zeland!"
"Yeah," you say, still not believing it. "I hope things will get better."
"Oh, it will," says George. "You see there?" He points to the sky. "Here comes the sun!"
You smile. One of your favorite Beatles songs. And sure enough, George is right! The dark clouds are parting, and you begin to see s thin beam of light coming down from the sky. Without noticing it at first, you take George's hand. You stop for a second, but then he holds you in his arms. You both watch as the thin sunbeam grows into a large sphere of golden light.