Arriving in New York City on a redeye from London, Hannah caught a yellow top to her hotel near Times Square, ironically called The London NYC.  A bit pricey, it was pet friendly and within walking distance to the museums and Central Park.  Oscar was ready to get out of his carrier and prowled the room suspiciously, vocalizing his displeasure.  She slept for most of the next few days, getting used to the time change.  Finally venturing forth, she spent most of her time wandering the museums and Central Park, lost in thought and memories.  It was a beautiful hotel with panoramic views.  Writing in the late evenings, she submitted a new story to her editor who declared it was a horrible tear jerker and would be her best seller ever.  Scanning the London news, Hannah was relieved not to read about herself or Andrew.  Perhaps life could start anew.  At the same time her heart ached with the emptiness of being alone again.<br/><br/>Apartment hunting in New York City was challenging, going from place to place looking for something either overpriced or too small for human habitation.  She could afford to remain at The London but it felt decadent to use it as a place of residence.  Oscar loved the attention from the staff and enjoyed the expanded views, watching the foot traffic and pigeons.  Late in the evenings, Hannah often thought of Andrew, wondering what he might be doing.  In retrospect, it was wrong to put him in a position to hear her revelation, regretting sharing the secret with anyone.  If she’d kept it to herself, things might be the same: her working at Sugarsin and seeing Andrew occasionally.  The wanting more in life was what got her in trouble in the first place.<br/><br/>Months flew by, Central Park marking the change in the seasons.  Still alone, Hannah decided to cut her hair.  The Salon in Manhattan used a headshot of her to advertise for business, a mysterious dark eyed woman, a faraway look in her expression sporting the latest haircut.  Hannah didn’t care about the photo but appreciated the free haircut. Besides who would see her picture here in the US?  She spent hours walking in Central Park, lost in viewing art  at The Met, or browsing Barnes and Noble for inspiration.  New haircut and wardrobe favoring darker colors, the reborn Hannah looked more somber, befitting of her current state of mind.  The last time she entertained flying was lifetimes ago when love was a possibility.