The headaches....

....never end. The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"What happened to you last night?" asks a familiar voice. It's Andy. She hasn't heard from him in a long time, so why now?

"What do you mean? What time is it?" she questions him.

"It's 10 a.m. I suppose it's too early to deal with a hangover huh? And I suppose you don't remember what we talked about last night." She doesn't even remember talking to him at all, much less what they talked about.

Shit - she looks at her cell phone. Sure enough, she called him at 3:03 a.m. She starts to wonder if drinking vodka is such a good idea now.

"Listen, let me call you back" he says.

"I don't really want you to call me back to be honest," she responds in a less than cordial voice.

"We're much better off as friends. Last night you said a lot of things you'd regret if you knew what you said." How dare he.

"Fuck off," she whispers just loud enough for him to hear, and she hangs up.

Why why why does she do this to herself over and over again? And why can't she just forget about him?

It reminds her of what Felicity once said. When something bad happens to you like getting your heart broken, I don't think you can just get over it. You just have to learn to deal with it.

So how can she deal with it? Can she deal? And what if she's dealt the one-eyed Jack?