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Chapter 40

Paul and John had been working together for about an hour when Ringo walked in, smoking. "Ey everyone. What are you two doing here early?"

"Working, genius." John said, clearly annoyed.

"Don't get offended Ringo. It's not you he's mad at. Come sit down." Paul stated as he pulled up a chair for Ringo.

Ringo nodded and walked up to the two. "Workingbon anything interesting today?"

"Not really. Each minute that goes by, John's getting more and more annoyed. I think he should GO HOME." Paul said loud enough to make sure John hears. "I swear, he needs to cool down."

"Paul. I'm not in favor of being talked about while I'm right here."

"Fine. I'm going to say something to you. Either cool down here, or go home and take a few breathers, maybe bang yer head against the wall. The last thing we need is for you to be under too much stress."

John stayed quiet. Then, John turned toward Ringo and gave a fake smile. "Sorry if I'm acting like a git today. I have my reasons."

"Its understandable. But don't let personal problems interfere with yer work or friends."

"I'll go home at lunch. Maybe I can catch a kip while I'm there."

"That would probably be best for ye. Go home, relax, maybe listen to a little bit of music, then fall asleep. Sounds like the perfect day."

"Paul, that's something you would do because yer sick."

"I can't do that though."

"Why not?" Ringo asked.

"Because if I end up falling asleep at home, what are the odds that I would actually get up and come back here? There's only a 10% chance I would actually do that. I would end up staying home."

"Uh-huh. I see yer point there."

"Exactly. So, I have to stay here no matter what. Unless Geo never shows. Then I'll have to wake him up the same way I wake John when he's late."

"Nah. I think he'll show."

Just then, George came in looking as tired as ever. He walked up to the others and looked at them, then, pulled up a chair and sat on it. The others were just watching him without saying a word.

After a bit, Paul spoke. "Geo?"

He got no response. Then, he waved a hand in front of him trying to get his attention. "Hello?! Anyone home?"

George slowly let his gaze fall on Paul. "What?" He pretty much whispered.

"What's up with you this morning?"

"Alarm went off at 3am. Dont ask me why. Scared me half to death." He whispered again.

"Ye've been up since three?"

George nodded.

"Were you this tired when you got dressed?"

He nodded again. "Why?"

"Because you have two different colored shoes on."