Hannah, hearing Andrew’s declaration, paused in her flight.  She enjoyed his company.  He was funny, thoughtful, enthusiastic, handsome, and generous but she wasn’t sure what he was looking for.  Turning Hannah looked at Andrew, the handsome man, tousled hair and brilliant eyes, “Why?  What is it about me that you don’t want to lose?”  Their future rested upon his response.  Did he want to be with her because he loved her as a person or did he love her for what flying, the curse/gift could give him?  “Tell me.” She demanded tearfully, “Why are you here?”  Her heart pounded painfully in her ears. What brought them together again, here in New York City?