Andrew pulled up the NYT website and saw the story she was speaking of. The photo was grainy and looked like something out of a movie, but it was unmistakably the vision of a human form hovering in the twilight. “Oh my God...what is going on here? I thought fliers wanted to keep their powers secret...”<br/><br/>“We usually do!” He turned and heard the unmistakable voice of Maria behind him. Before he could do anything she pointed at his phone and suddenly it floated out of his hand and into hers. She held it to her head and simply said “he will call you back” and turned it off and tossed it on to his bed.<br/><br/>“Maria...what is going on here? Why are you doing this?!” He shouted, angered at this interloper in his life.<br/><br/>“Hannah Haslam...New York City...Professional Author...she’s your sweetheart, yes?” She said with a smirk.<br/><br/>“How...how did you know?”<br/><br/>She replied by pointing her hand at him. Soon he was floated off the ground and lifted into the air. But it wasn’t a feeling of free floating but as if he was being uncomfortably pulled into the air “come along...its high time we paid her a little visit for the weekend”. With that she flew out the window and “dragged” Andrew through the air with her. Together they flew swiftly to New York. Andrew tried desperately to break free from her grip but eventually she shouted behind him “quit struggling or I will drop you into the ocean!”<br/><br/>“What are you doing?” Shouted Andrew as they zipped along, fear gripping his heart.<br/><br/>“Oh you’ll see! For now just enjoy the flight!” Shouted Maria as they neared the darkened New York coastline. It was night and nobody could see them on the street. Soon she spotted the hotel that Hannah lived at, and they flew to her balcony. She stepped her bare feet onto the balcony while still holding Andrew against his will in midair. She then knocked on her glass door and said in a mocking sweet tone “oh miss Hannah...you’ve got a visitor!”