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The doctor-- a proper doctor, not the Doctor-doctor-- just called Victor on the phone with the results and she told him not to say another word because she has to get Jack and so she cradles the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she texts Jack on her PINpoint: GET OVER HERE.

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She reaches over to touch his hand, gentle-like, and she tilts her head to the side, smiles. Then she shyly returns her attention to her frozen yogurt. "Most of my alternates are crazy," she says.

"You're not," he says, swirling his spoon in his froyo without eating it.

"I think I am. On a level. I just cope better than most."

"You're not," Jack insists. "I've seen crazy before, and you are not it."

She gives the slightest little smile. "Now that I'm not sure if I believe."

"Which part?"

"About me being entirely well-adjusted."

"Hey, I never said that," he says with a smile that takes the sting out of the words. "You don't have to be well-adjusted to be not-crazy."

She laughs, almost a chuckle, and takes a big, big spoonful of fro-yo. "That's true. I guess I feel crazy. More than, I think, normal people do."

"Normal is just a concept people cling to so they can feel better about themselves anyway."

"I s'pose that's true," she says. "I know for sure it's overrated, but, I always figured there was a baseline level of sanity that I was somehow missing."

"Well, don't. It's not worth worrying over."

"That helps," she says.

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