"Class act, Lennon," Paul McCartney scoffed as he hauled his drunken friend out of the bar with the assistance of Ringo Starr. George Harrison walked ahead of them, swinging around car keys and searching for his vehicle.

"Aww, lighten up, Macca," John slurred. "I was only having a good time."

"Well, didn't do you much good, did it?" The two continued bickering while Ringo walked silently by their side. George heard a rustle and quickly stopped, causing the other three to crash into his back. Another sound arose, followed by a quiet sniff. Ringo cocked his head.

"Did you hear that, Georgie?" he asked slowly. George nodded silently.

"I'm gonna go check it out, Rings. You stay here with the lads." George quickly handed him the keys and pulled away from the group in search of the noise. He approached the side of the building where there was another sniff and a small cry. George's head wheeled to the direction where it came from. He saw a small figure with its arms wrapped around itself. He slowly approached it to find that it was a small girl.

"Hello, love. What's a little thing like you doing out here so late?" he asked slowly. Her strawberry blonde head whipped up and her great big blue puppy dog eyes filled with fear. She started shaking and crying louder. George started to panic.

"Aw, don't do that, sweetheart. I'm only trying to help." He cooed. She stopped crying as loud and stopped shaking. HE smiled. "There's a girl! What's your name love?"

"Allison Elizabeth Bailey." She spoke in a high shaky soprano voice. "My mummy used to call me Allie. What's your name?" She asked him.

"M'name's George, but the fellas call me Georgie. Where is your mummy, darling?"

"She and daddy are gone. She called me names and hit me and then she left me here and drove away. I've been here since it was sunny," she wept. George slowly moved to her side. She turned to him and clutched at his shirt, sobbing into his tie. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up.

"Well, we can't leave you outside all night now can we?" she shook her head.

"No, Georgie."

"C'mon then. You'll come with me." He stood up and started walking toward his car, Allison still blubbering into his chest.

"What's all this, then?" John garbled loudly. "We send you to find a noise and ya come back with a bird? Smooth Georgie!" Allison started crying loudly.

"Shurrup, will ya John? The child's near scared to death!" Paul shouted. "Get in the car, George!" George rushed to the passenger side door, sat, and kept Allison safely on his lap before Ringo drove away.