Andrew smiled and held her closely.  He leaned down and smiled as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge,  "Well then...we don't have time to waste" he said.  Together they walked out and caught a cab to the Chelsea Hotel.  His room was on the 11th floor, with a balcony view of the New York Skyline.  They walked in, and Andrew felt just like old times.  it was as if the last four months hadn't ever happened, he felt like a new man again.  He turned on the lights and walked her into the main area of the room.  "Hannah, what say we order pizza and talk about what we've been up to?  I want to know everything you've been doing." he said with the familiar twinkle returning to his eye.