It was the year 1966. Paul McCartney had had a car accident. He survived, though. Or that's what they all believed...

After the accident, people said he was different. His ears, his facial features, his attitude... It was not clear, but something was off.

You, being his girlfriend, at first brushed off the comments and things being said. But as more and more people kept saying he was strange, you couldn't help but start to hesitate.

As time passed, you noticed people was maybe right. Paul was kinda weird. He wasn't as sweet and attentive towards you. He was... A bit more distant. 'Maybe he's just feeling overwhelmed by the people and comments', you thought.

But more theories appeared. People started pointing out he was playing with the right hand when he's obviously left-handed. Also, the songs, if played backwards, supposedly sang s4tanic messages.

People said Paul was d3ad. You were mortified by the thought. They kept saying the man you were dating was a double, a guy really physically similar to the 'real' Paul. You wanted not to believe that, but you kept doubting.

You decided to maybe ask him, just to... I really have no idea. Just talk to him. He was currently sitting on an armchair, reading the newspaper. He had no emotion in his expression. You felt weird inside.

You approached him and stood right in front of him. He looked up and raised his eyebrows, genuinely curious. He was looking at you with that cute and innocent face, resembling a puppy. But something in his eyes... didn't feel right. You were a bit... scared, thinking this could maybe not be Paul. Your Paul.