9:12

"What's going on?" George asked biting his sandwich.

"Nothing, I'm fine," Paul muttered and John contradicted, "He's not. Paul's been shot."

"What? When?" George took another bite, "Was that what the bang was?"

"Dunno," Paul groaned.

"Does it hurt?" George asked curiously and John snarled, "What do you think?"

"Can you move your arm?"

Paul nodded but did not prove his statement.

"Come on, Princess, ball us a fist, will ya?" John ordered.

When nothing happened, John told Paul to punch him which made Paul smile a little.

"Like tha'?" Paul looked stressed and the other two men watched his hand until John told Paul to relax.

"Yeah, Paulie, just like that," John said and sighed inaudibly. Both he and George had seen the lie that was to John's words: Paul's fingers had not moved an inch.