Miles wandered the corridor's aimlessly singing 'Yellow Submarine' as he walked the site of the boxers he had lent Cela triggering the song to be stuck in his head unstoppably. "In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life, in the land of submarines. So we sailed on to the sun, till we found the sea green, and we lived beneath the waves, in our yellow submarine. We all live in yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine. And our friends are all aboard, many more of them live next door, and the band begins to play." He started pretending to play the trumpet part when he heard a noise coming from one of the portraits and laughed as he recognized it as a trumpet sound. "Well my my. Even the portraits no The Beatles. That's when you know you've made it big time." He needed to come down here more often it would make his routes a lot more fun.