His Doctor Luna
“When, if, we find them, what next? Do we stop them? We find a way to reverse whatever they did to us and become normal again?”
“Normal,” he repeated.
“Whatever that even is,” I said, shaking my head with a laugh. “I really don’t know a time in my life where I ever felt normal.”
“I don’t either,” he said, turning his whole body to face mine. “But, normal is ordinary. The world could use a few extraordinary people like you and me."
I raised my eyebrows, seeing the smirk on his face. “And so humble, too.”
We stood facing one another, not speaking, suspending ourselves in this small moment of levity. This felt normal, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.