Loud banging woke me up from a very pleasant dream and I sighed. Pulling on the same clothes I had just barely kicked off last night I quietly picked up my six year old son from his bed next to mine and crept towards the fire escape. I grabbed the bag I kept packed and ready and climbed quietly down the rusty ladder with a sleeping child in my arms. A loud crash alerted me that I had run out of time and I jumped the last few feet, curling my body around Luka's to protect his fragile form as much as I could.

The landing woke the boy and he whimpered in fear. "Mommy," he whispered wrapping his arms tightly around my neck and laying his head on my shoulder. Within seconds he was snoring, and I allowed myself one silent tear.

I walked silently along the streets of Star City with my son for over an hour until I decided I was far enough away to safely stop, and headed into the nearest convenience store to call a cab.

After about twenty minutes of anxious pacing and a small snack for the now awake Luka a cab pulled up in front of the tiny store. Climbing in the back seat with my son I told the driver to take us to the train station and closed my eyes for just a moment.

"Mommy, " Luka said tugging at my sleeve, "I wanna go home. "

"I'm sorry Sweetie, " I said ruffling his thick black curls, "but we're gonna go visit mí abuela in Central City for a while.

"Really, " he asked as excitement crept into his voice, "do you think we'll get to see the Flash?"

"I don't know Niño, but I'm sure he's very busy so don't feel bad if we don't. It just means nothing really bad happened. "