Hal goes around to the other side of the car, wondering if these are the last moments of his life. He wishes he had his power ring right now, because it would solve a lot of his immediate problems for the time being.
He gets in on the passenger side, praying she doesn't have the AC on.
"I'm sorry to drag you out here like this, Carol. I just...didn't have anyone else to call. After how I died, I knew you were one of three people who might hear me out. One didn't pick up and the other is dead." Hal says.
"How are you?" he asks quietly.
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