That final burst of speed. The exhilaration. The feeling of being torn apart. Blown to dust, scattered into the wind, the North Pole. The last thought before becoming "dead", 'Oh man, Artemis is going to kill me.' And he faded into nothing.
He awoke. 'Aren't I supposed to be dead?' But looking around himself, he wasn't dead. He could see the North Pole, Artemis, Kaldur, Uncle Barry. As well as Dick. The poor guy was holding himself the best he could, but Wally could see that all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and just hide from the world. Artemis, her face a look of pure shock. She fell to her knees and started sobbing. M'gann comforted her, and cried along with her. Connor just stood there, unsure of what he should do. He was pretty good friends with him, and all Wally wanted to do was to reappear, to say that he was alive, to spare everyone the misery.
Then he saw his new body. It was pretty ghostly. 'I get it now.' He thought. 'I'm a ghost. Boo.' It was a bit overwhelming. Not whelming. That was something Dick would've said. No, he couldn't think of anyone right now. The only thing he could concentrate on right now was finding a way to get back alive. And he meant solid alive, not ghostly alive. Oh my god, Artemis is facing my parents….. Wait a sec, I'm supposed to focus on being alive, not thinking about Artemis. Gah! Definetly