MAN IN A BOX I jolted awake, coated in cold, dank sweat. Daylight sliced through the gaps between the broken blinds. A tight band gripped my forehead and my pounding heartbeat seemed to echo through the sparse, familiar looking room. A beat. I adjusted to the wan light. I was tied to a chair and I was naked.
I have to assume "our Ringo" is not Sir Richard Starkey, drummer from Liverpool....
Another good one, Sir Paul. Enjoyed it.