I wondered how I got into my office. I took the blindfold off. All I know is that when I got upset objections went flying. I had a feeling that I was the reason Paul was thrown off his feet in the building and then again in his office when he was thrown through the window. I felt bad.
I heard music and it was sad music. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I got up and looked. It sounded like it was coming from my closet. I opened it to find Paul sitting on the floor. He got up and got out of my closet. He then got up and went to his office. He then came back and sat down. Something was different I couldn't put my finger on it. I then sat down as well.
He left and I found my phone. I found a message from him. That can't be right. It had said look for the gifts in your office. I then looked for them and found them and I opened them. It was the guitars he had demolished. I was in shock. Why, the change?
I turned on the news and saw the place we found him in Dublin. It was on fire there were 8 deaths reported. I wondered if Paul had something to do with that. If so was the pain was over for him and they couldn't hurt anyone else.
Paul had fixed his window. He had wanted my phone. He texted a band meeting. I was thinking what band. I had no idea what he was up too.
