"Harry! What have you done?" Sarah put her hand over her mouth, for dramatic effect no doubt. "Whatever do you mean old girl?" Harry looked at her innocently confused. "Harry your uhm your … Harry did you shave?" Harry gave her an incredulous look "No I haven't I'm sorry I'll go and shave then If that's the problem." He turned to go but, Sarah stopped him. "Harry no that's not what i meant. Your face is fine. It's just … when you went out with Benton and Yates did you perhaps, I don't know drink?" Harry looked down "Well, I might have … a little." Sarah started laughing and Harry looked at her stupefied "Why are you laughing? What is it?" Harry was starting to get worried. Sarah shushed him and put his hands over his eyes. "Stay here like this, I'll be right back." Harry did as he was told and waited for her to come back. "Here we go, open your eyes now Harry." Harry looked at his reflection and his eyes widened. "My sideburns!" Harry rubbed the soft skin where his sideburns used to be. "I say, what a horrible thing to do!" He looked as if he had lost a friend. "I don't know what to do." He looked dumbfounded at Sarah. She placed her hands where his previously were. "You know you'll just have to grow them back. It'll take time but, you know I think I'll miss them too." she leaned in and kissed Harry. She handed him a razor, "You know i take that back go on and shave the rest of your face. I just can't stand stubble." Harry took the razor and laughed, "Where's the shaving cream?"