Andrew watched as she walked quickly away.  He leaned back on the bench and spent an hour thinking about what he had seen.  Maybe it was just a massive Hallucination.  Maybe he was dreaming all of this.  But soon he realized that what he had witnessed was real...and undid everything he assumed was real about the world around him.<br/><br/>He caught a cab and went home., he walked into his flat in a daze, not knowing what to think.  He fell into his bed, and feel into a haunted sleep.  He had the same dream again.  The one with the beach, and her flying away from him.  he woke up at seven am, still in his rumpled shirt and trousers.  He quickly changed into a t-shirt and sweats and spent an hour staring at his phone.  He didn't know what to do.  One the one hand, he wanted to know more about this, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to hurt her.  But on the other, what could he say?  He finally picked up his phone and felt its heft in his hands.  He took a deep breath and decided to text her.<br/><br/>"Hannah, I had so much fun last night.  Thank you for everything.  If you want to talk...I will listen.  Please message me back.<br/><br/>Andrew"<br/><br/>Andrew then made a cup of coffee...hoping she would speak to him.