This was the moment.  After this, life would never be the same.  Taking a deep breath and in a low voice, Hannah began to talk about her childhood; he would be the first to hear the entire story.  “It was just my father, mum, and myself.  The doctors told them it was a miracle that I came along.  Everything was wonderfully normal until I hit puberty.”  Smiling apologetically in bringing up something so personal, “Then the symptoms started, the dizziness, loss of equilibrium, nausea.  My parents took me to one specialist after another, worried sick that I had a terminal illness.”  She paused, lost in memories.  “Then one evening during an especially windy thunderstorm,” deep green eyes looked somberly into his “I began to fly.”  The silence after her declaration was deafening.