CHAPTER EIGHT

Hannah's eyes slowly opened and she groaned. She had the world's worst headache. Her stomach was churning and her mouth was dry. What was wrong with her?

Hannah sat up and the room spun dizzily. She got to her feet and swayed. She walked unsteadily into the bathroom and peered at herself in the mirror and recoiled. She looked ghastly.

" Good, what did I do?" Hannah muttered. She heard noises in the kitchen and went to investigate.

" Good morning." Scully said cheerfully as a grumpy-looking Hannah trudged into the kitchen.

Hannah just harrumphed, " What happened last night?" Hannah asked her. Scully was making breakfast.

" You got drunk." Scully answered simply.

Hannah just stared at her, " I got…drunk?" she repeated.

" Don't you remember anything?"

Hannah shook her head.

" You went back to your old apartment…in a very distressed state. I stayed with you here in case you went back there again."

" Why did I go there in the first place?" Hannah's memory of last night was a complete blank.

" I have no idea." Scully said and put a plate of scrambled eggs down in front of Hannah.

Hannah stared down at her breakfast and turned green. " Excuse me." She croaked before fleeing for the bathroom.

Hannah managed to convince Scully that she wouldn't do anything stupid so Scully left Hannah's apartment. Hannah felt marginally better…her headache was still hanging around though. She took more aspirin ignoring Scully's advice of not going over four aspirins a day.

She decided to catch up on some work and turned her laptop computer on when she noticed that something had been slipped under the door. It was an envelope. She pulled out a note that read:

" Please meet me on Little Avenue in one hour. I have some important news."

There was no signature. The note was anonymous. It could be from anyone.

I won't go…its taking an unnecessary risk. Hannah decided. But then they wouldn't try anything in broad daylight would they?

The Well-Manicured Man glanced at his watch and waited patiently. She will come…just be patient.

Twenty minuets later, she was slowly walking up the footpath. When he got nearer, her eyes went wide.

" You?" she gasped.

" I'm glad you came young lady."

Hannah just shrugged.

" Come this way."

" I'm not going anywhere with you."

" I assure you I'm not here to harm you."

" I don't trust you."

" I don't blame you."

" Tell me what's so important." Hannah demanded.

The Well-Manicured Man's eyes bore into hers, " I am your father."