Okay, I know I've kept you in the dark long enough! I'm really sorry I've taken SO long to update, but school just gets in the way. It's ridiculous! It should be banned!

Plus, last Friday, I saw a Beatles tribute band, Strawberry Fields and they were AWEsome! I even met George! I almost lost my voice from singing along to EVERY song! I'm getting ALL excited from just talking about. Okay, deep breath.

So, any who! This is the final chapter and I hope you guys like it! I really love how it turned out and the support you guys have given me has helped SO MUCH, you have no idea! Now, for my final thanks! *drum roll* Snaps to Tomorrow May Never Know, vickytmandy, Victoria Harrison, IndigoNowhereGirl, Shyness, ibeebrookie87, and Alene236 for your comments and all ya'll who subscribed to me! Now, as always, enjoy:

Maggie heard her name being called. She opened her eyes and saw snow falling all around her. The voice called her name again.

"Maggie!" she turned around and saw George standing a few feet away from her. She tried to walk toward him, but as she moved, pain struck her whole body. Maggie collapsed on the ground as George hurried over to her. He took her hands in his and helped her up. She fell into his arms as he hugged and kissed her.

"George, where are we?" she asked nervously.

"You're 'ome, Maggie," he answered calmly.

She looked up at him with a confused expression. "What?"

"You're 'ome, Mags," he smiled down at her. "Now, I gotta go, but I luv ya. 'Member that, yeah?" he said with a wink.

"But-" Maggie began, but George started fading away. She felt the exhaustion take over once again. Her eyes began to close as she fell to the ground once more.

"Maggie!"

Maggie's eyes shot open to the sound of her mother's voice. She couldn't believe what she saw. She blinked a few times to make sure it was real.

She was seated at the dining room table with her head resting on top of her crossed arms. From her sideways view, she could see the kitchen. Maggie sat up and saw her algebra homework sitting in front of her, just like before. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw that she had a text message from Anna.

Maggie suddenly understood –It had ALL been a dream. I never met Penny, or Paul, or John, or. . . Her thoughts stopped as George's face flashed across her memory. Everything they'd been through – none of it was real. But it had felt real. . .

"Maggie!" Her mother called from the other room again.

She didn't hear her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as she tried to make sense of everything. But, to no avail. Tears began to form in her eyes and trickle down her face.

Her mother sighed in aggravation as she walked into the dining room. "Are you deaf?" she asked exasperatedly. "I've been calling your name over and over again! John's here."

Maggie looked up at her mother. Her Liverpudlian accent was gone, along with her dress and apron. Her mother's face turned to a look of concern as she saw Maggie's tears.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked walking toward her.

Everything! How could she explain to her mother that the love of her life had only been a figment of her imagination? That the time of her life hadn't been real at all? She became angry at these thoughts.

"Nothing!" she shouted as she stood up.

"Oh, Maggie. Please tell me!" Her mother pleaded. But Maggie only ran past her, through the den and up the stairs. She completely ignored John, knowing he wouldn't understand.

She ran into her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. Falling onto her bed sobbing, she could hear her mother's footsteps climbing the stairs. She began knocking on the door and begging Maggie to open it. But Maggie was too depressed. Everything she'd seen and heard, all the people she'd met and come to love –They'd all been fake. It was worse than being lied to. She felt a pit in her stomach begin to form. It eventually swallowed up her heart and all her dreams. She realized loneliness was her only friend in the world as she wept into her pillows.

Maggie awoke the next day to "Don't Bother Me." Perfect, she thought bitterly to herself. She looked around her room. The Beatles covered her walls – from their early mop top days to their scruffy break up. I NEED to get out of here.

Maggie was never one to get up right away, but staying in bed only made her more miserable. She got dressed, did her hair, ate something and brushed her teeth. It was about six fifteen and her mother still wasn't up. Deciding to walk to school instead of waiting for a ride, she left a note for her mom. Sure she'd be freaked out, but how was Maggie suppose to explain her meltdown? Leaving early was the only answer.

As she neared the high school, Maggie checked the time on her phone. Six forty-five. The school wouldn't open for fifteen more minutes. It was too cold to stand outside the school and wait. So, with this extra time, she chose to visit the playground at the elementary school across the street.

Opening the gate, the made a bee line for the swings. No matter how old you got, you never looked dumb on a swing set. Maggie dropped her bag on the ground and sat on a swing. She began pumping her legs back and forth until she reached her desired speed. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away. As the wind rushed past her ears, she thought about how John and George were still dead. That's what hurt the most – knowing she hadn't saved them; that she'd failed. Her eyes became full of tears, but she wiped them away. Maggie was determined to stop crying over all of this. It was childish, she convinced herself.

Maggie's eyes opened as she heard the first bus pull up to the high school across the street. She jumped off the swing, grabbed her backpack and headed toward the brick building. Once inside, she put her belongings away in her locker except her phone. She sent Anna a text message as she closed her locker and sat down in front of it. Waiting for her to reply, Maggie leaned against the wall of lockers and closed her eyes again. She felt tired. Maybe getting up early isn't such a good idea. . .

"Wakey, Wakey!" Maggie opened her eyes. She saw Anna standing in front of her smiling.

"Did someone get here a little too early and decide to take a little nap?" Anna asked her petting her head. Maggie swatted her hand away.

"Feisty today, aren't we?" she said extending her hand to help her up. Maggie ignored her comment. After all, Anna didn't know what had happened.

"So, are ya excited for the concert this weekend?" Anna asked her, once she was standing up.

"Wha, what concert?" She asked, looking puzzled.

"The Beatles concert, ya dumbo!" She answered with wide eyes. "How could YOU forget?"

"The Beatles concert?" Maggie inquired skeptically.

"Yeah, The Beatles!As in John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr!"Anna answered her, practically shouting. "Their big reunion tour? Ring any bells?"

Maggie couldn't believe her ears. She had too make sure what she was hearing was true.

"Anna, give me Ringo!" She demanded.

"Why do you want my ipod?" Anna asked looking nervous.

"Just give me the damn ipod!" Maggie yelled.

"Okay, okay!" She said handing her the ipod from her back pocket.

"Thanks!" Maggie said shaking with excitement as she took the ipod. She opened the Wikipedia app and searched "George Harrison." As it loaded, Maggie took a deep breath. When it was finally finished, she scrolled down and checked the "Background Information" section. She read the information slowly and when she was done, she gasped.

"Anna! He's alive, he's alive!" Maggie screamed joyfully. Anna looked from her to the ipod and back again.

"Yeah, Mags. . .He's been alive. . ." she said mockingly.

Maggie rolled her eyes at her and told her to shut up. She then thought of something else.

"Wait!" She said eagerly as she reopened the same app.

"What are you doing now?"

"SHHHHH!"

Maggie searched "John Lennon" with the same results. She grinned down at the screen and up at Anna. Anna only rolled her eyes at her and called her crazy. Maggie was elated; it hadn't been a dream. It'd been real; ALL of it. All the emptiness that had inhabited her seemed to melt away. She felt complete again. Just knowing that everything she'd experienced had been real made all the difference.

Anna waved her hand in front of Maggie's face. "Earth to Maggie. . ."

"Yeah? What's up?" she asked happily.

"I gotta show you something!" Anna said enthusiastically. She opened up a book that she was carrying with her. While trying to find the page she was searching for, Anna explained that she'd just bought the book and that it was about the Beatles. She angled the page so that they could both view it together. It was an early picture of The Quarrymen sitting around a table at a pub.

"Look!" Anna said pointing to a girl sitting next to a young George. "She looks just like you! Isn't that amazing?"

Maggie smiled at the picture and then looked up at Anna. She decided to tell her. What the hell, right?

"Listen," she began. "Want to know a secret?"

The End! Can you believe it? It's all done! So review and let me know what ya think. Oh! And by the way, I'm taking a month or two off from writing – I need to catch up on some drawings. I promised some friends I'd draw them their favorite Beatle hehehehe But after that, I'll be posting my next story – She Came in Through the Bathroom Window – so keep an eye out! And, as always, may The Beatles be with you XOXOXO