"We can use the glasses, interact with things ... but anything we want to really eat or drink has to come outside." Norman says easily, leading them to what is clearly The VIP Table. The card on the polished tabletop reads, in neat cursive: Mr. Q. Beck & Guest.

"I was thinking about some of the things you said. And if this place is a chance for Otto and I to try and put our lives on the path we would have wanted ... it should be that for you, too. I can't give you anything but an equal place at the table, and my attention, free of any ulterior motive, so:"

He gestures to the booth, indicating that Quentin should sit first.

"After you."