George was met with a stressed looking Paul Mccartney with two, readily packed bags.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Paul--"

"Fuck, have you seen my charger?" His eyes  flickered everywhere. His hands shook. George never saw him like this before. "I swear I was holding it a while ago!"

"It's behind your side table." He said, wondering why the older vampire couldn't see the simple white thing. Anyone could've seen it. "Paul, what---"

Paul tossed the charger in a bag and wrapped a scarf around his neck.

George frowned. "Paul---"

"I need to go, George. I... I-I found him."

That didn't help at all. George only gotten more confused. "Paul... Found who, exactly?"

"John."