"Once I've showered, I'll take the hug." Hal grins. She's not looking at him. Was she still angry at him about how they'd left things before he died? Or...had Carol really moved on? Had he taken her away from her family with this late night call?
"I'm not here to cause you any problems, Carol. If you need to drop me off at a shelter or something, it's no problem. I'll start talking to people in the morning and find out what happened to all of my things." Hal says, shivering bneaath the towel despite the heat.
Five years gone. He'd been dead long enough that everything he owned was gone. No money, no apartment, no friends to speak of. Sure, his family might accept him back after a million questions, if they even believed it was him.
Ollie might have the same reaction Carol was having. Could the dead dream or have nightmares? This was starting to become the latter pretty fast.
"Good to hear, about Tom. How's Ferris Air?" he asks.
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