Andrew woke up with no way to hold his head that didn't hurt.  He got up around 10.  He rarely slept that late, but when he got up his head was throbbing, the sun hurt his eyes, and he had all the trademark signs of a wicked hangover.  He craned his head over to the dinette table and saw three empty cans of Guinness...he felt a deep, intense feeling of shame.  He had never drowned his sorrows before, but the nightmare had rattled him and depressed him...and he decided that a headache was better than heartache.  He stumbled to his washroom and opened the medicine chest and found the Ibuprofen.  He quickly swallowed two along with a swig of water and waited for the pain to subside.  He fixed a cuppa builders and leaned back in his sofa.  He checked his phone...no reply from Hannah.  Maybe he HAD said something to distress her.  Maybe he really HAD ruined this chance at a relationship....or maybe she was busy at Sugarsin.  Andrew walked through this Saturday in a haze, he tried playing video games, watching Soccer Saturday, nothing helped him.  The headache finally faded leaving him with his gaunt loneliness, leaving him aimless without the knowledge of his actions.  He barely ate a morsel of food and slept most of the day away.<br/><br/>Sunday morning Andrew woke up and did his usual Sunday routine.  He made a breakfast of pancakes, English bacon, a Cumberland sausage and a cup of earl Grey and turned on Songs of Praise on BBC.  Andrew tried to be a good Christian, but was respectful of all faiths (or lack thereof).  After finishing his cheat day breakfast he decided to play a hunch.  He got dressed and hailed a cab to Sugarsin.  Maybe she was there, she did work on Sundays after all.  He walked in and saw a busy candy shop.  He looked and looked but couldn't find her.  He did see one of her co-workers and decided to ask if Hannah was working.  She smiled sadly and said "No, she said she wasn''t feeling too well, called in sick yesterday and today.  Can I help you with anything?"  Andrew's heart sank, "no thank you."  He replied and trudged back home.  He collapsed onto his bad and looked upward at the ceiling.  He emotionally crashed and began to weep softly...feeling more afraid and alone that he had felt in some time.  He looked up and softly whispered "Dear Lord...if you're listening to me...please...give me one more chance with her."