John, George, and Ringo, of course, couldn't have ignored Paul's disappearance even if they'd wanted to. All day long, the rumours flowed. Everybody knew Paul was missing, and everybody had their theories - some more believable than others - but no one really seemed to know where he'd gone.
All this would have suited Paul just fine. His first day in the forest was ending, and he was sure he was well hidden enough that no one could find him before his mates came looking. It was sheltered in the trees, but there was still a lot of powder on the ground. As night fell and Paul wandered along, looking for a place to sleep, it was hard for him to see exactly where he was going. As Paul put his foot down in front of him, he couldn't see that the ground sloped away ahead of him. Too late, he realised there was nothing there supporting his weight, and he lost his balance and tumbled down a steep incline, brushing against trees and bracken poking out of the snow. He was going too fast to stop his descent, and then, just as he was nearing the end of the incline, his foot caught in a tree root protruding from the ground. His leg stopped moving, but the rest of him fell forward...