"Mr. James Carney please report to the main office," Mr. Patel did the announcement, repeating it a few more times before putting the mic down. Ringo studied his rings, hoping his phone rang off or Paul stormed in the offices. "What did you say happened to him again?"

"He took a nasty spill. He's been confusing people," Ringo said.

"It would help if I had a description of him. I'll give it to the other supervisors and they'll radio in when they've found him," Mr. Patel said. Ringo thought about it for a second, how did one find the right person in a sea of people with masquerades?

"He's 5'10. He's wearing a suit. His hair sweeps over his forehead a bit," Ringo singled his own hair. "He kind of looks like a member from the Beatles."

"Oh, I don't keep up with the music of the youngsters. I can't say I relate to their music."

"That's alright. Have you heard the drummer, though? He's got mad skills," he said. Mr. Patel nodded along, giving out the description of Paul, Ringo had come up with. 

He waited.

And waited.

But Paul didn't come.