Hal sighed in relief and sagged back in the seat.
"Carol, you are the angel of good news. I'm glad to hear that." he says.
"I was really worried about my coat." he says, remembering his dad's old leather jacket. He valued that coat as much as he did his power ring, which he knew was gone.
"You're so quiet, Carol." he says, reaching out to gently touch her hand.
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