TINY TINY TINY L A R G E

Not

"You mean they weren't here?" George asked a woman, who worked at the cafe, if the boys had been down.

"I'm sorry, but I never saw them."

George looked out the window and grimaced at the mix of blinding sunlight and mob of passionate girls who had decided to camp out outside the hotel. There was no way that any Beatle would make it outside alive.

Brian had his own room, probably since he was the one who carried all the cash. Besides, he had good taste; George knew firsthand just how annoying was be to share a room with a Beatle. If the lads weren't anywhere else, they would, for some illogical reason, be with Eppy.

George knocked on the door, then walked in after hearing a tired grown behind it. "What is it?" Brian asked, looking half asleep.

"Are they with you?" George tried to look over Brian's shoulder.

"They?" Brian sighed and scrunched his nose. "Don't tell me John led the others into some dastardly shenanigans."

"I'm not sure, thought they would be with you." George replied pensively.

Brian sighed, "let me get ready, and we'll go find them, alright?"

George nodded his head and walked back to the room.

He sat on the couch, and turned on the TV, hoping to have some leisure before he would have to scour the hotel with Brian.

George tried to watch a show he wasn't even that interested in. Then he heard an odd noise. He supposed it was a sound effect from the television, but after a moment there it was again. George pinpointed the noise coming from the left, shrill, akin to a dying rat. He flinched and looked over, squinting his eyes. There was something white and small, moving up and down and continuing the horrendous noise. He approached it, prepared to talk off a shoe and end the little creature's suffering. When he came close it stopped moving. George looked closer... It wasn't bug shaped and it didn't have fur... it had taken one of he the cloth tissues from the nightstand and covered itself with it... it was human like... like a tiny... 

Paul...?

He starred, stunned, as the tiny man stared back at him with a gaping mouth. George fell backwards in shock.

The tiny person screamed and began to wave his arms. George didn't know what to do but stare as the man desperately tried to get his attention. 

This thing, this man, it was Paul. 

He only stood 6cm. 

It was impossible, and yet there he was. 

Paul seemed to be speaking as he jumped around, but his voice so tiny that it was indiscernible... or perhaps George's hearing had dulled from shock. Or he was in some sort of dream...

George just sat there trembling, barely able to hold his body as he tried to comprehend the situation. Paul realized that he couldn't get George's attention by screaming and waving his arms, so he half ran, half stumbled over to George's hand. Paul, desperate to kick George out of his trance, stomped on his finger.

George watched for a few seconds, his eyes widening as Paul's face grew distraught. Suddenly coming back to his senses, George yelped and jerked his hand away, causing Paul to fall backwards.

How... oh no. George recoiled in understanding. It-it happened! Oh God!! George's mind raced as he clutched his hand and watched Paul pick himself up.

"George! God George Help! Please!" Paul's voice was quiet, but becoming audible to George's gradually settling mind. Paul's tiny body was overcome with terrified shaking, "G-George!"