John couldn't sleep that night. His bedside clock tells him that the current time is eleven twenty-three pm. He tried everything. Push-ups, read a book, watch a lame movie and even watch p*rn to induce sleep. Nothing. He can't sleep because as soon as he closes his eyes in an attempt to drift to dreamland, all he sees is an angry image of Hanna.
He remembers that image when they went to look for keylime pie and she couldn't get a hold of any. They arrived at the last bakeshop they had not checked yet, only to find out that the last keylime pie had been bought moments before they arrived. He saw her in the corner of the shop just staring at the store owner with vengeful eyes. John tried to talk to the owner.
"Sir, excuse me. Are there no more available pies? You see, my wife over there i
