"Don't really fit in there anymore." Sam shrugged. She wasn't sure she fit in much of anywhere, truth be told. "It'll always be home, but it's not...it's not a place where I can stay." Not in the South, certainly, when plenty of folk had made it clear how they felt about a black woman doing the things she did.

"All I wanna do is help people," she added. "Whatever someone like me can do. I feel like this happened to us for a reason, you know? So I gotta use this however I can to make things better for people - here or back home." She wasn't sure how she would go about helping people back home; in the war, there was a clear goal, a strategy. You could go around punching Nazis in the face, and that solved a lot of things. Defeating things like segregation was harder, and Sam couldn't punch racists on American soil (unfortunately).