Prologue

This was it. She was finally going back, going back to live in the same city as her. To breath the same air, walk the same streets, hell she was going back to live in the same street! She didn't quite know what to expect, what to hope for. Should she hope to run into her again or should she hope for the opposite?

She sighed. This wasn't good. She wasn't even on the plane back yet and she was already feeling more confused and lost than she had in years. Suddenly there was a comforting hand on her shoulder and even though the touch was light it did just that: it comforted her. She looked up into and smiled a genuine smile at the older women. Her savior who helped her out in her time of need for so many times she'd lost count.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" The older women asked concerned.

Andy nodded. Sure she was confused, but that was the one thing she was sure about. It was time to return to New York, to be with her friends, to accept the incredible opportunities that lie ahead and, she thought while looking at the sleeping little girl in her lap, to raise her daughter in the city where she herself had changed and grown so much.