Paul was a single father, and he had you. His little star, aged 4. He was the rhythm guitarist for KISS, and every so often, he'd bring you out to see the audience. One night, while he was asleep, you had a nightmare, which scared the hell out of you. In tears, you grabbed your blankie, and snuck to your father's room and climbed onto his bed. "Honey... what are you doing...? It's 2 o'clock in the morning..." He mumbled sleepily.