He keeps his eyes on her face as she speaks, and he listens.

"...I've heard stories about...things happening on the nights around Halloween. Dreams that are...real." Carl shakes his head. "I didn't have one myself, but if you dreamed about him...I don't know what to tell you."

If it was Gene, then he got a chance to say goodbye. (He hopes.) If it was just a figment of her imagination, then...he's not sure.

Something in his stomach twists when she mentions 'death by mob'. (Part of his heart is back in Somalia, watching a Blackhawk impact the dirt streets of the Mog, watching the crowds swarm the wreckage on the surveillance.)

"So they...told you at Hell's Gate, today?"