Some minutes later, Hank Pym was working on one of the most advanced computers Mary Jane had ever seen. From what she could tell, Pym seemed to be entering multiple searches into some vast database.

"Before we can deduce our destination, you must first tell me about Larry's proclivities."

"You mean Harry. And what?"

"What sins did he commit? Like Dante's Eight Circles of Hell, offenders are often sorted in the demon realms by the nature of their crimes."

Mary Jane felt an internal shudder as she remembered the screaming face of the Green Goblin. "Murder," she said sadly. "Greed, family violence. But I think the sins he committed are more the fault of his father and the serum he created."

"Great," Pym said, typing furiously. "So mental illness and substance abuse. Rather like a cross between me and Tony."

"Are you enjoying this, Hank?"

"No. I mean, I sympathize with your pain. But the prospect of solving this puzzle is admittedly an exciting one."

"So what? This computer will tell you where he is?"

"My database will narrow down possible locations in each Hell dimension, and my scouts will reconnoiter the areas."

"Scouts?"

"My insect friends, shrunk to microscopic size, will pass between the quantum foam carrying sophisticated instruments." He placed an odd-looking camera device on the table in front of him and fitted a silvery helmet over his head. Instantly, ants began to swarm over the camera.

"You can control the ants across dimensions?" she asked.

"No," Pym admitted. "I'll have to go with them."

"How will you know when you've found him?"

"In order to recognize Jerry's soul," Pym said. "I'll need a piece of it."

"It's Harry," MJ corrected him. "And how does science even detect a soul?"

"It's quite simple," Pym said. "Every living brain is charged with electromagnetic energy, which ceases to flow after death. However, brains of the deceased usually contain a residual charge, which, when stimulated, has caused dead bodies to occasionally sit up, move, even make noise."

"What are you going to do?" MJ asked. "Dig up Harry's body?"

"Nothing so gruesome, my dear," Pym said. "My ant comrades will tunnel into his grave with a miniaturized electrometer. They will collect samples of the residual energy in his brain and transmit it back to the lab, where I will use specially designed software to create a spectrographic analysis which will paint an electromagnetic picture of Harry's brain patterns.

Mary Jane tried not to let her utter confusion show on her face. "So that will help you find his soul?"

"If my hypothesis is correct," Pym said. "The spectrographic patterns found in Harry's brain will match those of the spirit organism that once inhabited it.

Mary Jane nodded. "How long will you be gone?"

"There's a time dilation effect in place when traveling through the microverse, like astronauts traveling in outer space. While approximately one day will pass for me, for you it will feel like approximately 2.6 hours."

"So….." Mary Jane said. "What do I do in the meantime?"

Hank was making some last minute calibrations on his equipment. "Are you a religious person?"

MJ shrugged. "Not really."

Hank smiled. "Good. Then you'll have no God to make peace with. Because after I get back, Mary Jane, we're going to Hell.

With that, he shrunk down and disappeared.