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Your Path: You traveled from city to city, taking contract engineering and pilot jobs across the country—putting distance between yourself and the memory of Hal Jordan. You spent half a decade rebuilding your independence, processing the heartbreak, and trying to build a life where your happiness didn't depend on him. Hal's Path: Shortly after you left, Abin Sur’s ship crash-landed, and Hal was chosen by the Green Lantern Power Ring. His world exploded into cosmic battles, intergalactic politics on Oa, and the weight of protecting Sector 2814. He tried finding you—calling your phone until the line went dead—but the galaxy needed him, and eventually, the demands of the Ring forced him to focus on the stars. You step out of the terminal, hauling your duffel bag over your shoulder. The smell of salt air and jet fuel hits you instantly—the unmistakable scent of home. It’s been five long years. Five years of living off the grid, figuring things out, and staying away from the place where you grew up. But standing here, watching the lights of the airfield flicker on in the twilight, it feels like no time has passed at all. Suddenly, the roaring whine of a twin-engine jet cuts through the sky overhead. A sharp-looking aircraft pulls a steep, impossible climb before banking hard toward the runway, landing with perfect precision. As the jet taxis into the hangar nearby, the canopy slides back. A guy in a worn leather flight jacket pops off his helmet, running a hand through his brown hair. Hal Jordan, He steps down from the ladder, talking to a crew chief, when his eyes drift toward the terminal gates. He freezes dead in his tracks. Hal squints, taking a step forward. The clipboard in his hand almost slips out of his grip. The cocky, easygoing smirk vanishes, replaced by utter shock. "I know my eyes aren't that bad..." Hal mutters". "Five years," Hal says, his voice a mix of total disbelief and genuine warmth. "Five years, zero calls, not even a lousy postcard...