“So…remember when I told you it was crazy, what you were doing?” “Change your mind?” “No,” she laughed. “But it’s kind of heroic, Noah. I don’t think you see it that way, but maybe you should.” I smiled. “I think you read too many comic books.” “Probably,” she said, and I could hear her voice retreating down the hall. “But I love them because, in the end, the hero always gets the girl.”
