The news of my disappearance had to come out eventually. It couldn't remain without the world eavesdropping on where I am at all times.
I didn't want it that way. Linda didn't want it that way.
But when she was called back down to the police station, forced to go alone, she was confused.
She woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across her head, drinking something to wake her up, but noticing she was late to leave. She made it to the station in seconds flat.
And then he spoke, and she went into a dream...
"Good morning, Mrs. McCartney. How are you today?"
"Um...fine. Why did you tell me to come alone?"
"Because I have something to show you."
He grabbed the dreaded newspaper, with the headline, "Macca is Missing".
Linda frowned. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you make this?"
"To inform others about it, and look, we said that if anyone finds him, we'll offer a reward."
"Reward? He's not a dog!"
"But it's important and useful if you want your husband back."
"Listen, I didn't want the world to know about this in the first place. Do you know how this will affect fans?!"
"They'll be sad, but eager to find him."
"No! They'll be straight up devastated! This is very bad! Maybe some will look, but there's a bigger chance of depression with this!"
"Mrs. McCartney, please calm down..."
"I'm leaving. I can find my Paulie on my own."
"Yeah, good luck with that..."
She arrived back at the house, flopping onto the couch, gazing at the unwanted article. Martha looked up at her.
"It's been a stressful few weeks, Martha." She pet her head.
The entire day, she never called her group over to try again. She was too annoyed and tired.
She fell asleep easily, but always thought of me.
"Paul? Paul, where are you?"
As soon as her eyes filled with golden slumbers, Martha stole the newspaper, bringing it back to me. I had sent her home the night before in hopes of finding something like this.
I was sleeping, but her playful kisses woke me up almost immediately.
I skimmed through the paper, noticing that others were encouraged to find me.
"Oh boy..."
Now the world knows I'm gone. That's the worst thing that could've happened here.
I put it to the side and yawn.
"Come here, Martha. You can stay with me tonight."
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Traveling Light
Fanfiction"I ride on the white wind to a far away shore. I follow the bluebird to wherever she lands..." The stress and uproar of the Beatles' breakup was a difficult time for everyone, but for Paul, it was a completely different story. While the other Beatl...
