Harold Harrison went straight to the police station and waited in line. It was a different officer this time he spoke to, a আরো personable man than the last one.
"A check of the Liverpool airports? One moment, sir. I'll see what we've turned up." He turned around to some workers behind him and made some inquiries. "All right, let's see what's turned up. I'm sure we'll find your son," he added kindly. "Here we are... teenagers at the airport yesterday... no reports of any teenagers who weren't with their parents... except this one, here."
Mr Harrison raised his head immediately. "Where? Is it George?"
The police officer scanned the papers in front of him. "Yesterday morning; three teenage boys flying from Liverpool to New York alone. They had one sixteen-year-old who accompanied the other two, aged fourteen and fifteen. Could any of those be your son?"
Mr Harrison deflated again. These three boys were all older than George. They had also left Liverpool while George was still in New York, so he couldn't possibly be one of them. The only connection was that they had gone to the same place the Harrisons had left the same day.
"And that they would have arrived in New York, according to our records, at the same time as your flight left there," added the officer. "But I suppose that's just coincidence. I'm very sorry, sir," sounding like he meant it. "We'll get in touch with the New York police department right away. I promise we'll do everything we can to find your son." He hesitated, not wanting to leave Mr Harrison with nothing. "I don't suppose you'd like us to প্রশ্ন the families of these teenage boys who were at the airport yesterday?"
Mr Harrison sighed. "I'm sure they had nothing to do with it."
Meanwhile, in New York:
"No, Winston, we can't call ourselves the Nerk Twins!"
"Why not?"
"Well - because there's four of us, not two!"
"What difference does that make? There's ten of the Famous Five: Tom, Stan, Dave, Nigel, Berniss, Arthur, Harry, Wee Jockey, Matoombo, and Craig."
"Winston, have আপনি ever read the Famous Five at all?"
"Hey, The Famous Five would be a good band name!"
"Only there's four of us...."
Louise Harrison and Jim McCartney went to all of George's favourite haunts, the record shops and গিটার stores and quiet spots in nature where he could be alone, but didn't find Paul in any of them.
"Well, Paul might have found someplace he likes that's similar to these, even if he hasn't found one of our George's favourites," Louise suggested optimistically.
"We can try some other fields, then," Jim suggested. "He wouldn't be hiding in a record shop, anyway. Someone would have seen him. He must be avoiding everyone; I don't know what he's been eating this whole time...." And once again, concern crept into his voice behind the sternness.
The twosome searched every patch of wilderness near the McCartney's area. At one point, Louise took a step into some trees to see if this would be a good hiding place for Paul, and felt a স্ট্রবেরি squish beneath her feet. Looking up, she saw strawberries growing everywhere.
"Jim! What about here? He would have enough to eat if he stayed here...."
Jim looked over her shoulder. "That's স্ট্রবেরি Fields. It belongs to the orphanage on the other side. Paul can't have been hiding there this whole time; someone from the orphanage would have found him." His face darkened a bit, perhaps at the thought of orphans in connection with his missing Paul.
Louise noticed this, and quickly abandoned the idea. "Never mind. Let's keep looking."
"A check of the Liverpool airports? One moment, sir. I'll see what we've turned up." He turned around to some workers behind him and made some inquiries. "All right, let's see what's turned up. I'm sure we'll find your son," he added kindly. "Here we are... teenagers at the airport yesterday... no reports of any teenagers who weren't with their parents... except this one, here."
Mr Harrison raised his head immediately. "Where? Is it George?"
The police officer scanned the papers in front of him. "Yesterday morning; three teenage boys flying from Liverpool to New York alone. They had one sixteen-year-old who accompanied the other two, aged fourteen and fifteen. Could any of those be your son?"
Mr Harrison deflated again. These three boys were all older than George. They had also left Liverpool while George was still in New York, so he couldn't possibly be one of them. The only connection was that they had gone to the same place the Harrisons had left the same day.
"And that they would have arrived in New York, according to our records, at the same time as your flight left there," added the officer. "But I suppose that's just coincidence. I'm very sorry, sir," sounding like he meant it. "We'll get in touch with the New York police department right away. I promise we'll do everything we can to find your son." He hesitated, not wanting to leave Mr Harrison with nothing. "I don't suppose you'd like us to প্রশ্ন the families of these teenage boys who were at the airport yesterday?"
Mr Harrison sighed. "I'm sure they had nothing to do with it."
Meanwhile, in New York:
"No, Winston, we can't call ourselves the Nerk Twins!"
"Why not?"
"Well - because there's four of us, not two!"
"What difference does that make? There's ten of the Famous Five: Tom, Stan, Dave, Nigel, Berniss, Arthur, Harry, Wee Jockey, Matoombo, and Craig."
"Winston, have আপনি ever read the Famous Five at all?"
"Hey, The Famous Five would be a good band name!"
"Only there's four of us...."
Louise Harrison and Jim McCartney went to all of George's favourite haunts, the record shops and গিটার stores and quiet spots in nature where he could be alone, but didn't find Paul in any of them.
"Well, Paul might have found someplace he likes that's similar to these, even if he hasn't found one of our George's favourites," Louise suggested optimistically.
"We can try some other fields, then," Jim suggested. "He wouldn't be hiding in a record shop, anyway. Someone would have seen him. He must be avoiding everyone; I don't know what he's been eating this whole time...." And once again, concern crept into his voice behind the sternness.
The twosome searched every patch of wilderness near the McCartney's area. At one point, Louise took a step into some trees to see if this would be a good hiding place for Paul, and felt a স্ট্রবেরি squish beneath her feet. Looking up, she saw strawberries growing everywhere.
"Jim! What about here? He would have enough to eat if he stayed here...."
Jim looked over her shoulder. "That's স্ট্রবেরি Fields. It belongs to the orphanage on the other side. Paul can't have been hiding there this whole time; someone from the orphanage would have found him." His face darkened a bit, perhaps at the thought of orphans in connection with his missing Paul.
Louise noticed this, and quickly abandoned the idea. "Never mind. Let's keep looking."