He’s just standing in the kitchen, half asleep, just wanting to go back to bed desperately. But he can’t. He’s gotta feed Elwood, clean the house, sort out his music room, reorganise his books because he disorganised them while drunk. All he has to keep him going is a lady, his lady, that is bolting down the stairs,

Andrew: “baby… it’s too early for you to be doing this… just slow yourself… it’s 7 am…”

He grabs her, holding her over his shoulder to keep her in one place.