Caitlin followed Harrison blindly, barely catching up. He was moving fast, knowing the area well and going straight to the place of his destination. His footsteps seemed soundless and there was a newly-acquired stealth to the way he moved. Just one more thing that made Caitlin think about how long it'd exactly been since Savitar, having found another way to survive, killed Barry and kidnapped Iris, destroying most of the world on his way God knew where.

Wells realized that it was hard for Caitlin to catch up with his steps, but he couldn't go any slower. The dawn was coming and they couldn't afford to be on the streets when that happened, not in this part of the town, if any. Paradoxically, in daylight they'd be an easier target for the metas. He did have the impression they were being watched, though and even deliberately strayed off his normal path into a dead end just to see if anyone followed, but in the end he only shook his head.

"Har…" Caitlin tried asking him something, but he shushed her quickly, gesturing to her that they would talk later and now they had to be quiet.

Eventually, he made his way to an abandoned building and opened the garage door after making sure they really weren't followed.

"Get in," he whispered to Snow, watching the horizon getting fairer with every passing second. "There's no time. We need to be inside when the sun raises."

Snow did what he asked her to without questions and after a few more turns and doors being unlocked and closed right behind them, she found herself in a small cellar room.

"It's not much, but it's enough to survive," Harrison said when switching the lights on. The room was small, made of one crooked table and a chair plus a bedding lying on the floor. Those were just blankets and pillows arranged nearly to make for some kind of a bed and Snow nearly blushed when she noticed that there was only room for one.

"I would say feel like home, but…" Wells's voice traced off and she actually laughed nervously at that. "There's a bathroom, which is a convenience if you ask me." He switched he lights on in the room rid of any door right next to the one they were in at the moment. "There's a toilet and improvised shower. No door, but I can attach some curtains, so… yeah…"

"That would be great," Snow answered him with a nod, seeing his discomfort.

"I have food. Are you hungry?" he asked then, prolonging the moment when he would query her about what she'd been through so far and what really happened to Barry. She was shaking, having just had a brush with death, so she had to calm down.

She nodded again and then with no better thing to do, she just got down to the floor, sitting on one of his blankets, not even caring how intimate that might feel since he was actually sleeping there.

"Snow, you're safe now," he told her in a surprisingly soft voice and before he knew it or could even think about what he was doing, he was already squatting down right in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders, giving her comfort. "No one can get to us here, ok? We don't get upstairs so no one can see the light or even shadows. There's nothing left there anyway. Scavengers already took what they could. They all think it's an abandoned building. That's it."

She only nodded, tears welling up in her eyes once more and when he let her go to go get some food, she hugged her knees.

She heard him opening some cans and then some paper rustled before he finally brought her a can full of some kind of a soup and then another with pieces of meat in it dipped in some red sauce. The color brought memories of blood to her mind and she thought that Julian didn't even bleed when he died. She shuddered.

To her astonishment, Harrison didn't choose the chair for himself, he just sat down right next to her, his back against the wall.

"Eat. You need strength," he encouraged her.

She didn't say anything to that, feeling so terribly guilty again, but she did listen to him and took a sip of the soup. It was cold, but despite that, the first intake reminded her how hungry she really was and before she knew it, she was eating everything he'd given her.

"Slowly," he warned her then, "we don't want you to throw up."

No, they did not want that, she thought, steadying herself.

"So… you just live here… all alone?" she finally asked when she was done with the food and he followed soon after.

He nodded in response. "Yeah. Just me. I'm looking for Jesse," he informed then.

"Is she here? What are you even doing here? Did she get kidnapped again or…?"

"Oh, no," Harrison denied quickly, seeing the panic welling up in Snow's voice. To Caitlin it would seem terribly unfair that he could actually lose his daughter like that twice. "I jumped through the portal few hours after Savitar got to us on Earth Two and took Iris," Harrison started explaining. "I wanted to help somehow, but I got to you all too late. Barry was already… well, dead," the was some unknown tone in his voice and Caitlin guessed it was hard for him to admit that the Flash was just gone. After all, Wells did grow attached to the whole team. "I still don't understand, though," he admitted then. "If Savitar really is Barry from the future, why would killing himself wouldn't erase him?"

"Because Savitar changed his plan and made the time remnants himself," Caitlin explained in a voice devoid of any feeling. Because if she let herself feel, if she let it all in, she wasn't sure she would ever recover. She was barely holding on as it was.

"Yeah… well… it might not make lots of sense, but at least it's an explanation," Wells finally admitted after thinking about it for a while and then rubbing his forehead as though it gave him a headache.

"It is crazy, but we of all people should understand the implications of time travel," Caitlin said, "after all, Eobard Thawne is dead and in the same he's still somewhere out there."

Harry nodded in agreement before continuing, "I don't know where Savitar is or if Iris is still alive, but for her sake, I hope she isn't." Caitlin shuddered when she heard that, but she knew it to be true. If Savitar still had Iris, she didn't want to know what he was doing to the poor girl. "When I realized there was nothing I or even Barry could do," Wells went on, "I decided to find Jesse. I know that I always tell Barry not to travel back in time, but…" he just shook his head, "I really don't think that this," he opened his arms widely, making a point, "can be better than getting back in time, getting rid of Savitar and returning things back to normal."

"Last I heard she was on Earth Three," Snow provided the answer. "Jesse, I mean."

"Yeah. And I can't get there because Savitar made it impossible to travel between dimensions. So I'm trapped here." There was anger and hopelessness in Harrison's voice and Caitlin could easily relate to that. "I'm trying to find Cisco, but to no avail. I think he might be dead, too," he then added and Caitlin felt the familiar pang in her chest.

She quickly got up, picking up the empty cans just to occupy her hands with something.

"You don't have to do this," Wells told her, but she didn't listen. Instead, she just informed, "Cisco's alive."

"Do you know where he is?" There was newly found excitement in Harry's voice and something else Snow hated, something that only made her feel worse. It was hope.

"It doesn't matter. He can't help you anymore," she told him ambiguously and her hands shook violently, nearly causing her to drop the cans she was carrying. She did manage to get them to the other side of the room and to the table where Harrison had been preparing them earlier, though.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He was now back on his feet and standing right behind her. In fact, he was so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body and somehow she only felt colder since she couldn't allow herself to get attached, she couldn't allow herself to get close to anyone else ever again because all she did was hurting people. Like she did with Cisco. And with Julian.

"It doesn't matter," she disregarded his concern, fisting her hands so they would stop shaking so badly.

"No, Snow, look at me. Talk to me." He refused to just let it go and eventually put his hands gently, yet firmly on her arms, turning her around. She was crying again. "What the hell happened? I can't help you if you don't tell me. Is it about this guy you were with?" he asked then and she nearly laughed straight into his face.

"No. I wasn't with him. I couldn't get rid of him. And he died because of me!" she burst, not able to hold it in any longer. "All I do is hurt people, Harry and you'll do best if you just let me go! Let me go and maybe then you'll manage to survive!"

"Hey! Hey!" She was fighting him now, getting physical so he would let her go, but he grasped her wrists and immobilized them in the air. "Look at me! I. Am. Not. Leaving. You," he said slowly and with so much feeling that she was rendered speechless. "It's a miracle we found each other again, Snow and I won't let you go. Like hell I am! You're the only one I have left in this world!"

Suddenly, the palms of his hands grew so cold, he let her go with a hiss.

"Are you so sure about that?" she just asked, forcing herself back under control. "Because this is what happens when people get too close to me. This is what I pay them with."

"I already know about your powers," he said, remaining calm and not moving from his place, not letting her pass.

"You should rethink what you know, then," she still argued and her eyes ablazed with white.

"Snow. Caitlin," he tried one more time when taking another step closer and cupping her face despite the cold; forcing her to look at him, his blue eyes boring into hers. "We're sticking together," he made the decision and then watched her eyes come back to normal. Her skin wasn't so chilly anymore. In fact, it was warm again. "I am not losing you, too."

"You don't understand," she told him then, "I wanted to die, Harry. I was just about ready to give up when you showed up."

"Then consider that a lucky strike," he said when folding his arms on his chest, but still remaining in place. "Are we good now?"

"Harry…"

"Are we?" he repeated persistently.

Eventually, she sighed. "It's your funeral."

"Wonderful. Now, I think you should get some sleep."

"What about you?" she immediately wanted to know.

"See?" he just asked and she frowned, not understanding his point, so he clarified, "I tell you to get some sleep and you worry about where I will sleep. You're still the same old Caitlin Snow, can't you see that? Killer Frost would never care about other person's well-being, nor put it above her own."

Caitlin bit on her lip, actually seeing the wisdom behind his words.

"Something tells me that you're blaming yourself for things she did. You should stop, Caitlin. She's not you."

"Maybe," she admitted, "but she's still a part of me and I hurt people through her."

"And you think I'm what? A saint? I'm a far worse person than you could ever be and you know it," he told her. "Now, get some sleep. I'll fix that shower in the meantime and don't you worry about me sleeping because there's this car in the garage that I could crash in."

Snow just nodded and when he finally moved from his spot, she still called after him, "Harry?"

"Yeah?" Their eyes met for a brief second.

"Thank you. For rescuing me and… the rest."

"You're welcome, Snow."

Caitlin didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes, but something definitely seemed off. She just didn't know what.

Then it hit her. She felt as though someone was in the room with her, watching her.

She immediately got up, looking around the empty and dark interior, not seeing anyone and definitely not seeing Harry. She found the light switch with her heart already beating like crazy, but once the room was illuminated, it turned out to be empty. She still felt unsettled, though and decided to just go and find Harry. He did say something about sleeping in a car, so he must be close by.

Yet, first she checked out the bathroom, really desperate for a shower and her heart actually melt at the sight of the old and battered shower curtain set in place to provide her the needed privacy. She also spotted a pair of female clothing folded neatly aside and she wondered where the hell Harry got that. Maybe he'd ridden a clothing store or something.

After shower – that wasn't all that hot, but she couldn't complain, really – brushing her teeth when using toothpaste and her fingers and putting the clothes on, she actually felt like herself again, the shirt and jeans fitting well.

Now it was time to find Harry and Snow was a little apprehensive to wander the halls of this place alone, but then again, he'd survived here for a pretty long time, so she should feel safe. And he did tell her that himself, she remembered.

She opened the only door in the room and walked into a dark corridor, feeling a shiver passing down her spine at the memory of being watched. She still didn't know what the hell that was all about. Eventually, she heard something, but still wasn't sure what exactly it was. It was as though someone was punching something very hard, but there was no sounds of pain.

Snow frowned when following the sound and finally noticed light pouring from one of the rooms in the cement construction they were in. There was no door again, so she had a clear view of the inside and… she sucked in a breath, seeing Harrison working out. There was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling there and he was hitting that thing, which pretty much explained the sound. What more, he was shirtless, his body bathed in sweat as he kept on attacking the bag, unloading all of his emotions and rage onto it.

And he looked so hot, Snow realized, actually feeling her mouth going dry and her body reacting to the sight. There might as well be last people on this earth. They might die tomorrow and they should really figure out a way to find Jesse so she could take them back in time. Or maybe there was no way, maybe they should give up, just leave this wretched place in search of something better, of maybe some afterlife. She was ready for surrender. The brief exaltation from seeing him alive and well, from being rescued by him already passed, leaving Snow in the same depressed pit she'd been for months now. Still, seeing him like this, actually fighting, acting alive, woke something up inside her and it caused her to feel ashamed. Because Julian had just died. And she was admiring half-naked Harrison Wells from Earth Two, working out.

Still, she had to admit she had no idea that he looked this good. He always seemed fit, but it was really hard to tell what was hiding underneath all those black clothes. Now she did see it. And she did not care. She discovered she always liked him because he was just Harry, her friend, the most intelligent person she knew, one that could actually match her wit, one that understood her. Then again, she never let herself think of him any other way than a friend because she knew he wasn't there to stay. He would always go back home to Earth Two to his daughter. And that sucked.

He finally realized he wasn't alone in the room anymore and turned around before she even managed to duck and run. He got her. Her caught her red-handed. And boy, did his front look even better than his back…

"You're awake," he just said as though nothing happened. Well, because it didn't, she reminded herself, coming back to the ground. "Good. I need to get out for a while."

"Wait… what?" she panicked out of the sudden and he just idly grabbed a towel and his black shirt and walked right past her in the door. She made a step back immediately, because seriously, this body was just too much and too close.

"What did you think? That we'll stay in here forever? I still have to find Cisco and I don't get why he can't help me."

"He just can't, ok? Trust me on this."

"But he's alive," Harrison emphasized. "So tell me where was the last time you saw him."

"Harry, I don't know where he is. I just know he was alive when we parted. When Julian grabbed me and we ran."

"Ok," Harry nodded, "there are some parts of the city I still have to check out and it's better to do that at night. I'll just hit the shower and I'm gone." He went straight into the bathroom without even looking back at her and she just stood there with her mouth opened widely. Shower? Was he really going to… with her in the other room?

She forced herself to stop staring after him, bringing herself back to reality, reminding herself of all the things she hated herself for and it made her feel better. Well, actually the opposite, but that was what she was aiming for, right? She then walked to the remaining stash of food to prepare some for the both of them. She couldn't not take a peak, though, damn it! She actually came to a stop, seeing Harry's lean figure behind that damned shower curtain, his hands raised above his head as he was just washing his hair.

She forced her feet to walk towards the other end of the room again and when he finally emerged from the 'bathroom', all dressed up in black with that ball cap on and all fresh, there was a can waiting for him to eat.

"Thank you," he accepted it as though again nothing happened and she just nodded at him, coming back to her morose thoughts. "Will you be ok, Snow?" he then asked with clear hesitance in his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean whether I can count on you still being here when I get back," he stopped beating around the bush.

"You have my word, Harry. It's not like I have anywhere else to go and I don't even know how to actually leave this place."

He nearly chuckled at that. "You're resourceful, so I bet you'd figure something out, but please stay, ok? You still look exhausted. Maybe get some more rest."

"Will do."

"No! This isn't you! What are you…?" and then that scream. That awful, heart wrenching scream that followed when it just turned to ice and… shattered, irrevocably gone.

And the look in his eyes. The betrayal. The hurt. The pain. The agony.

It was all too much… she just couldn't…

"Snow! Snow, damn it! Wake up!"

She finally opened her eyes, sitting up straight, looking around and screaming no over and over again before strong hands held her down and Harrison's blue eyes were boring into her own, steadying her.

"Snow. It's ok," he told her when brushing her cheek, putting her hair behind her ear. A seemingly innocent touch, but yet one that meant so much to her. "It was just a dream."

"No!" she screamed again, pushing him away and crawling into a ball against the wall. "It wasn't just a dream! You don't know anything! Just leave me alone!" How could she actually have lustful thoughts about this man?! How could she think about that when she'd done so much evil?! Julian's lifeless eyes were staring at her every time she closed hers and when added to that her recurring nightmare, she was just going crazy, not able to stand the pain anymore. And she'd abandoned him. Just abandoned her best friend when not able to face what she'd done to him!

"I want to be left alone!" she yelled at Harry one more time and he finally listened, standing up with his hands held up high. "Please!" Then she got back under the covers that somehow, despite her sleeping there now, still smelt like him. It was torture, but a pleasant one. She didn't deserve to be felt for or cared for. She deserved to die.

"Caitlin, I understand that you've been through hell, believe me, I do," she then heard his voice in the darkness. She actually thought he'd already left. "I will give you all the time that you need, but one of those days you're gonna have to talk to me. Otherwise it will eat you up alive."

He was already in the door when she said, "Maybe that's what I need."

"No," he disagreed. "No one deserves that and especially not you. I'll be here when you're ready." After that, he left and even though he was already gone, she could still feel someone watching her. Maybe those were just her ghosts, she thought when crying herself back to sleep. Maybe it was exactly what she deserved.