(continued) The GOOD news (in the scheme of things!) was that she was in her own home....at very least !!

albeit sleeping on the sofa in the living room...
in the wine stained, green dress...
The place was a MESS...
knocked over glasses...some kind of confetti or ticker tape or something....
a pizza box...
a man's suit hung on the bathroom door...
WEIRD...
Why couldn't she remember anything?
As she began to awaken, she wondered if there was perhaps STILL another person in the house...
NOT a comforting possibility ...
She went to the kitchen, got a big knife out of the drawer...
(Better safe than sorry, right ?)
And she crept , with some modicum of stealth, (hard to be graceful with a hangover!)...
down the corridor to her bedroom...
AND..........
THERE HE WAS !!