"No such thing as 'normal,'" Sam replied, fetching two plates, since she figured they could eat together. Like people. Or something. "Normal's just a baseline before you realize how fucked up life is."

At least, that's what she'd decided for herself.

Normal was just a pretty fancy that people invented for themselves, about the things they couldn't have, for one reason or another.

"But 2001? Guess that makes me from your future. 2014. We don't have flying cars."