Andrew slipped off his jacket, and his tie, and his dress shirt, leaving just a white t-shirt and his trousers.  He closed his eyes and relaxed his racing mind.  Soon he simply allowed himself to lift, and he was rising up, up, up towards the ceiling.  He felt like he was in outer space, embracing his float, and enjoying the feeling of weightlessness and pure freedom he was feeling.  "Hannah.....I'M FLYING!" he said excitedly.  He had no understanding of how this was working, or why he was chosen to do this...but he was just enjoying the pure, unbridled ecstasy of weightlessness.  He laughed and even tried to "swim" in the air.  "Hannah! I feel like Peter Pan!...would you......would you come up here with me?" He asked gently, hoping she would embrace him in midair."