A lot had happened last night, too much in fact. You had drunk so much you could barely remember your own name. And now you’re suffering the consequences. You just about have the WORST headache on the entire planet, so naturally you reach for some painkillers from the bedside table. However, where your nightstand usually sat there was an empty space and you go plummeting towards the ground

Thats when you realise that this is not your room. You are not wearing your clothes and every inch of your body aches, not just your head. All the life drains from your face as you stand to see a man lay in the bed, and who is it? None other than Mr Hannigan himself. You had known him for a long time, back since childhood. But you’ve never really viewed him as more than a friend. Ironic, isn’t it? Someone you thought could barely be sat next to you is now lay next to you in a bed.