it had all happened so quickly— one minute everyone was arguing and the next paul stormed out of the studio, into his car. you and the rest of the beatles stayed, but when an uncanny person that looked like paul mccartney knocked on the door, some of his features different from paul’s, the four of you didn’t know what to do. and you got even more confused when you heard news on the radio saying paul mccartney got into a car crash just minutes ago. who was the man at the door?

“stay calm, you three. paul probably needs our help.” ringo said, attempting to open the door of the studio for ‘paul’, but george quickly stopped him.

“come on, you heard the radio! paul’s dead!” george said.

“it’s probably a crazy fan. don’t open it, mate.” john said, going over to the sofa in the studio and getting himself a cigarette.