"I'm late, but I'm here!" Hanna shouted as she ran towards her boss, a model, and a woman she didn't know.

"Do you have an appointment?" The tall woman standing next to her boss asked.

"I work here. Who are you?" Hanna replied, annoying by the inquisition from a total stranger.

"She's the new you." Her boss responded, "6:30 Hanna, you promised."

"I know but I couldn't find a cab at Grand Central." Hanna said, trying to explain why she was late.

"Your tacky little panda bear mug and the rest of your stuff is over there." Her boss continued, not caring what Hanna's excuse this time was. "Let's end things on a positive note…on the way out, I'll let you get me some gum."

"Get your own damn gum." Hanna shouted back at Claudia, suddenly angrier than the moment required. "I do everything you ask me to do. I've given up everything for you!"

"Oh please, there is a line of girls just waiting to take your place." Claudia responded, un-phased by Hanna's outburst.

"Fine. Let them. I've been pushed around but a lot worse than you." Hanna finished as she walked out, not bothering to grab her stuff.

When she got down to the lobby of the building, the realization of what just happened finally hit her. She had just quit her job, or was fired, but either way, it was over. The job she had sacrificed everything for, she sacrificed her relationship with Emily for. Now it was all for nothing. She felt sick to her stomach suddenly, but pushed her feelings away.

She pulled out her phone and called Jordan. He was on his way to the trunk show to meet her, but had the driver go to her office and pick her up instead.

"You stood up yourself." Jordan said, as he tried to comfort a visibly upset Hanna.

"She's going to black ball me. I should have begged for my job back…" Hanna said between broken sobs.

"That's enough… I'm not going to let you spin out. I'll make a few calls and you'll have 10 interviews tomorrow, you'll see." Jordan said as he reached out to put his arm around her and quiet her hysteria.

"First you need to call the Times. Our wedding announcement cannot say that you're marrying an unemployed former fashion assistant failure." Hanna responded dramatically.

"How about it just reads that I'm marrying the love of my life, my strong willed, not to mention, beautiful fiancé who stands up for herself." He responded, trying to lighten to cheer her up.

Hanna tried to force a smile, but remained quiet, looking out the window instead of back at him.

"What do you want to do? Go back to our place, stop somewhere for a drink? Get out of the city for a few days?" Jordan offered.

"Can we just keep driving?" Hanna finally responded as she settled herself back against his shoulder.

Hanna knew she had promised to be back in Rosewood, but she couldn't bear the thought. How could she face Emily and tell her that she quit her job. Emily had begged her so many times to quit or push back on her boss, but she never had. It was ultimately why they broke up. She couldn't' face Emily know, finally having done it, and over something so stupid.

Hanna pulled out her phone to text Emily and let her know she wouldn't be there until morning. She lied and said that her work function would be running late. She couldn't tell her the truth.

Hanna was surprised to get a text back almost immediately, figuring that Emily would still be in the procedure or just coming out.

Hey, it's actually Alison. I'm here with Emily. She should be out of surgery soon. Don't worry, I'll stay with her tonight and take her back to the loft tomorrow.

Hanna was relieved that Emily had someone there for her, but also found herself jealous that Alison now knew Emily's secret and that she would be the one coming through for her. Because yet again, Hanna let her down. She tried to ignore the jealousy and guilt, but they continued eating away at her.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Emily began to wake up from the anesthesia. She had vivid and terrifying dreams during the surgery and the initial recovery. She dreamt the Sarah Harvey was dressed as a doctor and injecting something into her IV. She could feel herself screaming, but no one seemed to be coming to help.

"No! What did you do to me?! Hanna…?!" Emily shouted as she began waking up from the nightmare.

She felt someone grab her hand and she immediately smiled, assuming it was Hanna.

"Where were you? I've missed you…so much. " She confessed quietly. Her eyes were still fuzzy as the medicine wore off, so all she could see was a blonde girl holding her hand.

Emily was surprised by the voice that responded to her confession, suddenly realizing it was not Hanna there with her after all.

"I was here, the minute you came out of surgery. Get some rest and I'll take you home." Alison responded softly, knowing that Emily was disappointed that it was not Hanna there comforting her.

Eventually a disappointed Emily fell back asleep and continued to have strange dreams. She dreamt about the cabin that she and Hanna had gone to during high school, when she was still mourning Alison. She dreamt about the night in the hospital when Hanna refused to leave her side after she collapsed in the hallway. She even dreamt about their final night together. That final perfect night that turned out so horrible when the day broke and Hanna left her for London.

The series of dreams were so muddled and confusing that she didn't even realize that Alison had already gotten her back to the loft and settled into bed.

"I have to go to work, but I'll be back as soon as school lets out to check on you, OK?" Alison asked just loud enough to pull Emily from her latest dream. Alison was worried about Emily. She barely woke up when the nurse helped Alison get Emily to the car or during the struggle to get her back out of the car, inside, and into bed.

"OK, thanks. I'll be ok. " Emily responded to Alison after she shook her awake enough to understand what was happening.

Several hours later, Emily heard a knock at the door. The medicine had worn off and she now felt sore from the surgery but at least the crazy dreams had subsided.

"Hanna? Is that you? You forgot your key when you left yesterday. Hang on a sec!" Emily shouted as she slowly lifted herself out of bed and slowly walked towards the door.

Emily was surprised she didn't hear Hanna reply back. When she finally got to the door, she opened it to find no one there. There was only a bag on the door mat.

Inside the bag was an empty egg carton with a note: Give me the killer or I'll use your eggs.

Emily drops the container on the table and walks quickly back to the bed. She grabs her phone and texts Hanna. She was mad at her for not being here, but maybe there was a reason. She was worried that maybe something had happened to her. Maybe she got a threat too. Maybe she was in danger.

Emily could feel her anger quickly turn to panic and prayed Hanna would respond soon.

[Just outside of Rosewood]

Hanna woke up in a cheesy motel to find herself alone. She grabbed her phone and saw dozens of texts. Most of them were from Alison, asking when she was planning to come back and take care of Emily. But she didn't have any texts or messages from Jordan.

Hanna quickly surveyed the rest of the room and couldn't find him. She began to panic, wondering if Sarah/A/whoever figured out the lie and told him the truth about Emily before she had. She was planning to come clean that evening, but then with everything that happened, she hadn't had the strength.

Just as Hanna was beginning to worry that he had truly left her, the door opens with a thud and Jordan appeared, carrying a room service tray.

"Hey…did you order breakfast? This was left outside our room." He said as he entered the room.

"Where were you?!" Hanna practically shouted at him.

"I went downstairs to get coffee and use the wifi so I wouldn't wake you. Sorry I should've left a note…" Jordan said apologetically, not meaning to worry his future bride.

"Don't do that again! Don't leave without telling me where you're going." Hanna responded, still slightly panicked.

Hey are you OK? I haven't heard from you since last night. I thought you were coming back? I'm kind of worried. Someone just left this at the door and I'm kind of freaking out… [image attached] – Emily

Hanna opened the image and saw the threatening note. Hanna knew there would be repercussions for delivering the fake virus-filled drive, but she hadn't realized the extent that Sarah/A/whoever would go to for revenge.

"We need to go." Hanna continued, knowing she needed to go back to Rosewood to be there for Emily and deal with the situation.

"Where are we going?" Jordan asked, surprised but pleased that Hanna was ready to face the world again.

"Back to Rosewood." She responded quickly as she typed out a response to Emily that they were on their way back.

"Ok I'll call the driver. Have some breakfast." Jordan said as he turned to take a quick shower.

"I didn't order any…" Hanna said, mostly to herself, as she lifts the silver plate lid to reveal two broken over easy eggs with "Poor Jordie" written in ketchup along the rim of the plate. Hanna quickly replaced the lid, worried that Jordan would see the contents. As she was carrying the tray back into the hallway, she noticed a note next to the plate.

The honeymoon is over!

Hanna quickly stuffed the card in her bag and began packing. She needed to get back to Rosewood right away. She wanted to check in on Emily but also she knew she needed to tell Jordan the truth, and she wasn't doing that and risk getting left in some cheesy motel room without a car.

On the way back to Rosewood, Hanna got the text from Emily that she was afraid of. Emily explained that the clinic where the eggs were stored had a malfunction and that all the eggs were destroyed. Although based on the threat, both girls assumed her eggs were stolen and the rest were just ruined as a cover.

Jordan could tell something was wrong and pushed Hanna until she filled him in on Emily's procedure and what happened at the clinic. He remained fairly quiet while she explained the situation. He could tell there was still something she was leaving out, but he didn't push her further. He was happy she was opening up about her friends at all. She always seemed so secretive when it came to them, especially about Emily.

When they finally arrived back in Rosewood, Hanna rushed up to the loft to find Emily. Emily had been sick of being in bed, so she had moved to the couch. When Hanna burst in, Emily sat up to allow her some room on the touch next to her. Hanna didn't worry about keeping a respectable distance between them this time, instead she sat down right next to Emily and instinctively reached out to take Emily's hand in her own.

"I'm so sorry Em. I know you weren't going to keep them anyway. But still…sorry…." Hanna apologized, feeling guilty for having poked the bear in the first place.

"I keep thinking about all those other women and couples." Emily said quietly, almost to herself. She was unsure of whether or not Jordan knew about the procedure and he had just brought up Hanna's bag from the car.

"Well, I think you should stay here. You have enough to deal with without having to keep up the shields with your mother." Hanna said quietly, hoping Jordan wouldn't hear. She didn't know how he would feel about Emily staying with her once he found out about their history.

"I think that's an excellent idea." Jordan chimed in from across the room.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. I should run home though and see my mom for at least a little bit today or she'll start getting suspicious." Emily replied, accepting Hanna's offer while realizing Hanna was still holding her hand tightly.

She felt a little strange with such an intimate display of affection in front of Jordan, but since he didn't know, he probably didn't think anything of it. She on the other hand, wasn't sure to make of it. It was comforting to know that Hanna raced back when she learned something was wrong. And it felt good to be so close to her, but it still didn't change the situation.

When Emily finally left a little while later, Jordan turned to Hanna to get an update on the situation he had just learned about in the car.

"So, what did the clinic tell her about the accident?" Jordan asked.

"Mechanical failure." Hanna responded, trying to not seem suspicious of the obvious foul play involved. She felt so bad for Emily.

"And she believes that?" Jordan asked.

"What do you mean 'does she believe that?" Hanna asked, worried she had let her guard down too much and Jordan realized there was more to the story.

"I don't know. The way we rushed back here I thought maybe she thought it was more than that." Jordan responded.

"Because she's a woman pumped with hormones?" Hanna responded, more aggressively than she meant to. She was annoyed at the implication, but also needed to stop Jordan from digging any deeper and getting himself in Sarah/A/whoever's cross hairs.

"No…because of the things you have and your friends have been through in the past." Jordan tried to explain sounding confused by her aggressive tone.

"Ok…so then she's not hormonal, she's just paranoid?" Hanna spat back at him. Half annoyed and half keeping up the act.

"I don't think I'm doing very well in this conversation." Jordan replied, surprised by Hanna's harsh reaction.

"Well you started it!" Hanna replied, sounding like a petulant child.

"Because I'm worried about you. I've never seen you sound so tight…. Come back to the city with me?" Jordan offered. He could see that Rosewood clearly brought out a different side of her. And it was a side of her he wasn't sure he liked.

"I can't. Emily needs me." Hanna replied curtly.

"Yeah? Well, what does Hanna need?" Jordan responded back, frustrated by how the conversation turned. He was trying to show concern and care about her friends, but instead she just got mad at him and started a fight.

Hanna felt bad as she watched Jordan grab his clean clothes that he had left there and gave them to the driver to put back in the car. She wasn't sure what she needed. Part of her needed him. He kept her grounded and safe. But part of her needed Emily and even more so, needed to protect Emily.