Paul is biking across the seemingly empty surroundings of his house building when he tripped and fell off his bike, injuring his knee.

His eyes were watery by the thud of the hit, but the kid didn't cry actually. He just started speaking to himself, clutching his bloody knee. "Oh, this is awful. Uhh... If only, uh, if only Ringo were here, he could help me clean this, y'know. Uhh, maybe he is in the surroundings, he usually is, uhh..." He looked around with a tilted head.