Andrew waited for Hannah to call him back, but he saw the phone wouldn't ring .  So he decided to allow her to sleep and he went to bed.  As he lay in bed he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about his beloved.  But, he had work in the morning so he turned off his lamp and decided to try to sleep.  *buzz buzz!* went his phone as he was about asleep.  He quickly grabbed his phone and simply saw Hannah's text.  He was alarmed but trusted her enough to know that she wouldn't be leaving this time.  He groggily texted back "Okay sweetie.  I love you."  And he slipped into a restless, haunted sleep.<br/><br/>That night he had several weird dreams.  The strangest was a nightmare of him alone in a dark room.  With a hallway that seemed to stretch on endlessly.  He walked but no matter how long he ran it just kept on stretching on.  Finally he got near the end and saw Hannah standing at the end.  As he got closer to her, she began to fade away into nothingness.  The he heard her call out.  "ANDREW! HELP ME!"  He turned and ran trying to find the disembodied voice of his beloved.  He saw her again in the center of the room, surrounded by flames.  He dove over the fire, but again she vanished along with the flames.  At last he saw a door open and there she was sitting in a chair.  He walked towards her and gently extended his hand, but when he touched her, her body shattered into a million pieces like fine glass.  At last he was left alone...again.<br/><br/>With a scream he awoke in a pool of sweat.  He saw his alarm clock read 7:00 am.  He couldn't go back to sleep, so he got ready and headed for work.  He got in early and decided to do some emails and get an early start.  But at that moment he knew...his love was in trouble.  he quickly dashed off a text.  "Sweetie, I am worried, call me when you get time."  he knew of the time difference between the US and London, and hoped when she awoke, she would be out of danger...or at least in a state that he could help fix.