As ties were breaking among the men, ties were forming between the boys.

It was Dick's third day without sleep and already he felt tired. By the looks of it, Roy and Wally felt the same.

"This isn't right," Wally said at length breaking the silence in the deathly quiet room.

"What, the fact we're all going to be dead in a month?" Roy said bitterly. "Or that we don't even know how or why?"

"No, that we're spending all the time we have left just sitting here," Wally stated simply. He sat up, looking at the two. "We should do something."

Dick sat up, "Like what? If we waste all our energy now…"

Wally shook his head, "No, I don't mean we should leave. It's just…" he rubbed the back of his head, trailing off. He sighed. "I don't know."

"Man, this sucks," Roy said. He was sitting up too now. "I don't want to outlast you guys."

"I don't want to outlast Wally," Dick turned to his best friend frowning.

"I don't want to go first," Wally shrugged, though the way he said it wasn't sad at all. "I mean, it doesn't bother me. But I've just been thinking…what do you think there is after this?"

Dick and Roy exchanged glances.

Wally grew flustered. "You know...in the afterlife. Like, do you guys believe in heaven or what?" He finished quickly.

"Yeah, I believe in heaven," Dick replied thoughtfully after a moment.

He and Wally looked at Roy.

The young man crossed his arms, "I'm a pessimist, not an atheist."

"Well I'm just saying," Wally resumed, gathering his companions' attention once more. "I tried not to bring this stuff up before but…well…"

Roy and Dick watched their friend with confused looks.

"You guys have people waiting for you up there. And assuming I get there," Wally paused before finally saying it, "…well I don't."

Before either boy could reply to such a bleak statement, the door to their room opened. In came Wally's parents, Rudy and Mary West, as well as Iris Allen.

"Wally!" His mother cried tearfully running toward him. She embraced her son, crying softly on his shoulder.

"Mom," Wally spoke abruptly, hesitantly embracing her back.

"We came as soon as we heard the news," Iris explained sorrowfully, closing the door.

Dick and Roy watched as his family continued to pour out loving comments.

"Your mother and I are so sorry for yelling at you earlier Wally," his father now lamented, walking forward and putting a hand on his wife's shoulder as he spoke.

"It's okay guys. Really," Wally tried to assure his family. If the situation wasn't so dire, he would probably call them out on for being so embarrassing.

"Uncle Barry will figure this out no sweat."

His comments only made his mother clutch him even tighter.

Dick watched the close-knit family starting to unravel. He now saw what Wally meant; this was the only family he had always known and had. Dick had his parents waiting for him in heaven, but Wally had no one.

Everyone he knew and loved was here. When he died, Wally would see his family as dead to him, instead of vice versa.

Dick turned away and looked out the small window of the room.

He hoped Batman could figure this out before then.