(Hal's mom DID die this way)

"Here will be fine, Mr.Jordan?" Alfred asked in his usual fancy, British manner.

"Of course, Alfred. I'll find my way back with my ring. Thanks." Hal answered as politely and innocently as he could.

As soon as Alfred left the mall, Hal dashed to the washrooms and pulled a guitar from behind an empty stall. He pulled out all things necessary- like his fedora. Walking out of the washroom was easy enough since nobody was there, fortunately. Three stores back, there was a woman and two children sitting in a corner. The woman has lost her hair, and her two sons sat away from her and looked at her with so much sadness it made Hal want to cry. On her left was a sign that read: "We need money for treatment. I have cancer. PLEASE HELP. I'm a divorced woman with two children, PLEASE HELP." Hal walked up to them and set up his equipment right in front of them. They looked at him with red eyes and bags under them.

"What are you-" the woman asked reaching out for him arm.

"Shush lady. Just listen." He shushed her softly and finished setting everything up. He grabbed his mic.

"My heart's a stereo,
It beats for you, so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te.
Make me your radio,
And turn me up when you feel low (turn it up a little bit),
This melody was meant for you,
Just sing along to my stereo.." <Continued>

There was a huge crowd around them, and when he was done they all yelled and cheered like crazy.

He now had the woman in his arms as she broke down and had her hand over her mouth.

"It's okay, now."

"You don't even know me." She sobbed "Who are you?"

"That's not important. If I tell you, you'll just try to repay me. You can call me Hal. I prefer it anyways." He told her, smiling widely.

She gasped when she saw the big bucket was filled with dollars of donation and some lay around it too.

"O-oh my-"

"What did I say? Just relax. I know I can't give much, being a pilot. But...Ill give what I can." He said kindly.

"Why?" She whispered.

"My mother died from breast cancer. You have two kids...They need a mother like I did. I don't want them to grow up like me. It's fine, just promise me. You'll live. For them."

"I promise...You're my hero." She sobbed.

Hal turned to the two kids who were jumping excitedly at the money, and walked to the youngest boy with blond curly hair.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" He said crouching to his level.

"T-Thomas." He said nervously.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Hal said trying to make himself smile through his own tears.

"I want to--" Thomas paused.

"I want to be a hero."