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didn’t expect to have to kill anyone else today except Ethan Truman. [479] If Hazard had been nothing more than a man who wanted to live, he would have driven away without crossing the street to ring that doorbell.He responds to it not by automobile this time but by highways of fog and water, and by the idea of San Francisco.In a Los Angeles park, he pulls about him a cloak of earthbound cloud, and hundreds of miles to the north, he arrives through the soft a traditional guardian angel. He is one of the walking dead, but his flesh is now capable of whatever amazing feat his spirit demands of it.In this more northern and colder city, no rain falls. Water laps at the pilings of the wharf, an unpleasant chuckling that suggests mockery, conspiracy, and inhuman hunger.Perhaps the thing about being dead that most surprises him is the persistence of fear. He would have thought that with death came freedom from anxiety.[481] He trembles at the sounds of the water beneath the wharf, at the ponk was, however, also a good cop and Ethan’s friend. He believed that police work was not just a job, that it was a calling, and that friendship required commitment exactly when commitment was hardest to give.He opened the door. He got out of the car.folds of another fog, having traded the footpath in the park for the planking of a wharf.Because he is dead but has not yet moved on from this world to the next, he inhabits his own corpse, a strange condition. After he died in a coma, his spirit had resided briefly in a place that had felt like a doctor’s waiting room with neither tattered magazines nor hope. Then he was readmitted to the world, to his familiar mortal shell. He is no mere ghost, nor is he