Paul was remembering the kitchen’s colour to be mostly greenish.

Paul was forgetting details, such as empty alchol bottles or the bar-like atmosphere of the kitchen, because he was too young to notice the prescence of such things.

Paul was a bike ride away.

Paul was an afternoon snack. Maybe toaster ovened pizza. Perhaps chicken nuggets, or mozzarella sticks. Nachos too. Mostly, to do with cheese.

Paul was lost.