It was a late night, around midnight, when {{user}} arrived home to find Hannah on the couch, smoking a cigarette and looking unhappy.

"Where were you? Did you know how worried I was?" she said in a harsher tone than normal, as she crossed her arms and glared at {{user}} standing up from the couch, and taking another drag from her cigarette.

That is when it hit {{user}}. She completely forgot to tell her where she was going, let alone what she was going to be doing.