Annie comes downstairs after a whole day of sleeping and being alone.

"Feeling better?" Ringo asks.

Annie nods. She sits in a chair. "You guys need beds... "She whispers quickly.

Ringo worries about her being so silent.

The others nod.

"I don't have money for beds.. I don't have space for beds.. " She whispers sadly.

"It's alright, we interrupted your life, it's fine.." Ringo says, worrying about her.

"I rather have a bed." Paul says.

"Take mine.." Annie says quietly.

Paul starts grinning.

"You can't do that." George says to Paul. "It's hers." he continues.

"It's fine.. fine.." Annie whispers, her hand is shaking a little.

"Are you okay?" Ringo asks.

Annie nods.

Ringo gives the others a look telling 'She needs time for herself..'

"Tonight we're gigging." George says when he noticed the look.

Annie nods.

George and Ringo silently hope she keeps home.. Paul doesn't care.