Andrew waited and waited...no replies.  It was around two when the realization hit him...she was gone.  And probably for good this time.  In one last attempt, he called SugarSin to see if she went to work that day...but they told him she never showed up for work.  He did the only thing a man in his mental state could do...he got dressed, went to the bar that had become his local haunt...and tried to drown his sorrows in Guinness.  he drank far more than he should, and certainly more than he ever had before, but without Hannah in his life, he didn't know what to do.  He had a cab drive him home, and he cried himself to sleep.  That Sunday, he got drunk again...and cried that night again.  That Monday a different Andrew trudged into work.  A depressed, sullen, nearly unrecognizable Andrew.  He rarely spoke, never socialized, and was becoming more and more stressed out by his job.  Days blurred into weeks, weeks blurred into months.  As time wore on he was more easily angered by the little things.  He would eat the same meals over and over again, finding no happiness in food.  His weight plummetted.  He quit shaving regularly, and allowed his hair to grow out.  He looked like someone whose life was bottoming out rapidly.  All his could think of in quiet moments was Hannah...and soon the tears would flow again.<br/><br/>He tried to suppress it all by becoming a workaholic, he would spend ungodly hours at the office, trying to distract himself from the sadness that was eroding his soul, but all that did was make him even more emotionally exhausted.  It all came to a head one day, four months after Hannah left, his computer crashed, erasing a week's worth of spreadsheets and company reports.  That was the straw that broke his back.  He broke down at his desk and began weeping uncontrollably.  Finally his boss was able to get him into his office...once Andrew got there, he collapsed.  He was overworked, and totally overstressed.  Thankfully his boss knew what was happening.  She didn't fire him, instead, she convinced him to see a doctor, who was able to diagnose him with an acute nervous breakdown.  With his boss' help, he was finally convinced to take two weeks of his vacation time to simply rest.  He decided to take a trip to America.  he had always wanted to visit Las Vegas, maybe a change of scenery would do him good.  He used his surprisingly large savings (he rarely bought anything for himself anymore) to arrange a week at Caesars Palace.  He looked over the shows in Vegas, and saw a large number of Cirque du Soliel shows.  Including "Mystere."  He winced at the memory that this show reminded him of Hannah...but he figured facing these memories head on was what he needed.  He booked a ticket to the show on his first night in Vegas...he would get all of this out of his system...and hopefully her memory would be gone...