Laughing a little at her unsteadiness, Hannah followed Andrew to the ice cream vendor.  Head against his chest, feeling for the first time safe and protected, she sighed blissfully.  “Mint chocolate chip please.”  Eating their cones companionably together, they sat side-by-side, watching the activity in<i>Central Park </i>pass them by.  “How about walking over to my place in a bit?”  She offered, trying to keep the fear at bay.  It was so hard to break down the years of paranoia and self-protective barriers fear built.  “Do you have any questions you want to ask, Andrew?”