"Wh-what are you-?", Hadley stuttered, taking small steps backwards. "How? I mean, I know how, but...Why? I don't remember-you've never mentioned traveling here, when you're so young."

Barry held back a small laugh. She was definitely related to him.

"Just listen to me for a minute, okay?", Barry asked gently. Hadley nodded slowly, still eyeing him cautiously. "My name is Barry Allen-you already know that-what is your name?"

"H-Hadley. Hadley Allen."

"Okay, Hadley. I really need your help. Is there somewhere private we can go?"

Hadley bit her lip. "There's a twenty-four hour bar down the street. Nobody's ever in there at this time."

Barry raised his eyebrows.

"My best friend just turned eighteen", Hadley shrugged.

Barry looked confused now.

"Oh! The drinking age is still twenty-one in your time? Yeah, It got lowered about fifteen years ago."

The pair of speedsters began walking down the street to the bar.

"How old are you?", Barry asked.

"Seventeen. Eighteen in three months. Kelsey, my best friend, has been dragging me to different places for two weeks, just to make sure that she gets home safe."

Barry nodded and was about to say something else when Hadley's watch buzzed. "Sorry, give me a second. Hey, Kels. Is everyone else leaving? Okay-pu-put Darcy on, Kels. Hey. Uh, yeah I just got home."

Hadley's eyes darted around, making Barry snort.

"Can you take her? I really don't want to leave again. I'm tired, dude. Okay, cool. Thanks. Sure, see you then. Bye."

"Speaking of your best friend?", Barry asked. Hadley sighed and nodded.

"Yep. A couple of our other friends are in town, so, luckily, they get to drag Kelsey and our friend Jack home. And explain why it looks like someone threw up on their clothes to their parents."

"That happens a lot?"

Hadley shook her head. "Too often. Sometimes I'll be running around at night-insomnia-and I'll take some drunk people home. Always fun trying to get vomit off of a supersuit."

"Did Cisco make your suit?", Barry asked as they approached the small bar/restaurant/diner. He was starting to feel comfortable with Hadley. He liked her.

"Yep. I didn't fit into Iris' suit from when she had speed for, what, twenty minutes? Also, as you saw, my lightning isn't purple. So, yeah. Custom made. I am not about to tell him that I let people throw up on his masterpiece. Yes, he calls it that."

Barry laughed. "I'm pretty sure he still calls my suit 'our suit'."

The two of them sat down at a table in the dimly lit dining area, empty except for the bored bartender with their back turned to the door, who was most likely asleep.

"Okay. I was helping Nora-you know Nora, right?"

Hadley nodded again, this time understandably. "Yeah, she's my mom. Should I have said that? Whatever. Yes, I know about how she went back in time, met you all, needed your help, all of that."

"Well, while I was helping her get back to her time, I ran too far and ended up here."

Hadley nodded. "Okay...You can't just run back?"

"I don't think I can get enough speed up to get all the way back to 2018."

Hadley nodded again, thinking. Her watch buzzed again. "Ugh. Sorry."

Barry shrugged, eyeing the device on her wrist.

"Hey. Yes, I know what time it is, I'm sorry. I'm….going to stay at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight." She winked at Barry.

Barry didn't like the way that sounded.

"Yes, you can call them! They're sleeping now, though. I was taking Kelsey home-yeah, she was wasted again. I volunteered. And, since I was nearby, I decided to stay here. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you too. Bye."

"Was that…?", Barry pointed to her watch.

"No, it was my dad. And no, I'm not going to tell you who he is. Anyway, I don't know if I can run that fast, either. I've only been doing this for a few years for a few years. I'm really sorry."

They were both silent for a minute, until Hadley sprang out of her chair.

"I have an idea. Follow me."

She ran out of the bar, Barry trailing behind her and quickly catching up. She led him to a medium-sized house with only one light on.

"Welcome home", Hadley said, knocking on the door.

"Wait, this is my house?", Barry asked. "Should we be doing this?"

"How many times have you talked to future-you?"

"Once."

Hadley paused. "Well, now it's twice."

The door opened, revealing an older-but still beautiful-Iris West-Allen. She didn't see Barry at first, only Hadley.

"Hadley", she said, surprised. "What are you doing here so late?" Iris opened her arms and Hadley accepted her hug. Iris looked over her granddaughter's shoulder and saw a much younger version of her husband standing there.

"Hadley."

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?"

Hadley pulled away from her and turned to Barry. "He can explain. Also, my dad might call tomorrow."

Iris nodded and motioned for them to come in. "Got it. Hadley, go upstairs and get my husband."

Hadley ran up the stairs, leaving Barry alone with the future version of his wife.

"Sit down", she nodded to the chairs around them. Barry did. Iris sat across from him. "So. What year is it?"

"What?"

"What year did you come from?"

"Oh, 2018."

Iris nodded, thinking. "So, Nora just left?"

"Right, and that's how I ended up here", Barry explained. "I was helping her get back-"

"Alright, Hadley. I believe you", a voice said from the stairs. Barry looked up.

Staring back at him was himself.

Forty years older.