Grabbing the remote after handing Andrew a glass of water, she quickly scrolled through Netflix and found Airplane.  They settled down to watch the show. About halfway through the movie, Hannah’s little black-and-white protector appeared on the arm of the sofa, closest to his mistress.  Eyes watching the newcomer, not sure yet if this was a human to be trusted.  Stroking Oscar’s fur she explained, “He appeared at my kitchen window soon after I moved to London, coming in like he knew the place. I hope the old tenants didn’t abandon him.” Looking fondly at the feline, “Maybe he was sent to watch over me.”<br/><br/>When the movie’s credits began rolling, Hannah asked if Andrew was ready for dinner. “I know of a great American-style diner just downstairs,” rising and walking to the bedroom, “let me change and we can leave.”  Shrugging into jeans, a black turtleneck, and flats, she grabbed her bag and linked fingers with his.  Smiling up at him, “Let’s ask the staff to take our picture so we both have something to remember our time together until you return.” Perhaps she’d need to reconsider making a quick visit back to London sometime. It would be selfish to expect Andrew to make the long journey several times until his transfer.