Molecule by molecule was how he was being torn apart. Not exactly what he was expecting after ceasing to exist but he wasn't complaining, feeling pain meant he was alive. Not to say that stop him from screaming in agony as he felt the building blocks of his life be forcibly torn away from him.

Each breath taken only added to the pain so at the moment it was good thing he couldn't take any. Feeling like a grapefruit had been lodged in his throat when he knew nothing was there how could there be he was in a void. Of course this means there is nothing to eat, drink, or choke on, it might be fatigue he had been running full speed for who knows how long. Another possibility was using all the air in the void like an oxygen tank finally running out that was a scarey thought.

His legs would give out soon, maybe his mind would break first, go crazy from staring at the infinite nothingness laid out before him for eternity. There was a theory that nothing was forever everything had an end of course nothing was guaranteed not even death apparently.

Pointless it was all pointless. Counting the, seconds, minutes, hours it had been years I could feel it every moment down to the picosecond. A speedster's perception was slowed down making seconds feel like hours making this hell never ending.

Wait was that it, am I just in hell? Is this a punishment for not doing more or giving up the hero life for selfish reasons or was just because I failed, was the Earth gone?

So all this for a failure, simply because I wasn't fast enough. WAIT! Perhaps this was a trap one of the Light had captured me and made a prison so that it seemed like I was running forever any minute now the Justice League was going to break in, save me, and bring me home.

Brain hurts. Legs hurt. Arms hurt. Want rest. No stop. Why? Where this? Who I? Blonde green. Black blue. Red yellow. Yellow red. Black. Red. Black red.

What those?

Remember?

No. It hard. Hurt head.

What head?

My head.

Stop run?

What run?

Who you?

I you?

You me?

Yes.

Who I?

You?

Yes?

You is you.

Oh.

I tired?

Sleep now.

What sleep?

Sleep rest?

How do that?

Stop.

What?

STOP!

At that moment Wally after running in place for years, pushing his body beyond the limits of any known speedster, watching darkness surround him for so long, he finally stopped running. Running in the speed force for as long as he had would have outcomes, negative ones positive ones? No one would know for now. One thing that was known ,however, was that to escape the speed force required immense focus or to stop running. You are running at a near infinite speed making stopping a dime impossible without consequences.

The fall that allowed Wally to escape the speed force held no grace.

After all when your legs break how can it hold any grace.