I sit in the Cortex for some time, wondering if I should contact the others. Well, of course I should. But I don't know how.
I don't know why I'm alone. Wells lives here. Barry and Caitlin work here. Cisco is the only soul I've seen today. Him, and the Time Wraith.
I cannot shake the feeling that Wraith gave me. A familiar cold in the pit of my stomach.
I freeze, shaking. What if the Wraiths didn't just take Hunter there? What if he became one of them? The punishment of breaking too many of the laws of time could very well be to punish similar speedsters.
Wells comes into the Cortex. I waste no time.
"Cisco might be in danger," I say, standing up. "Follow me."
Wells wastes no time either, but I see both a fear and a hatred harden in his actions. He blames me already. I reel at the judgement, but take it. The price of my actions. Or inaction.
"I asked him to look in a place outside of time. I saw a Time Wraith and was back here, but Cisco's gone."
"Why would you do such a thing?" Harrison Wells demands, smacking a table with his hand. The tools jump and clatter.
"Because no one was giving me answers," I snap. I bite back the impatient tone. It's too much like Hunter's. "We'd agreed to only look, but he seems to have actually gone there."
Wells runs a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.
"I don't know that we can reach him. He may have to Vibe his way back-assuming he can."
"Can't we harness Barry's speed to transcend time?" I ask. I know next to nothing about physics, theories or the Speed Force, but it seems S.T.A.R. Labs can solve any problem by running fast enough.
Wells looks at me, then turns and pulls a cap off a marker with jerky movement.
"I'll see what I can do," he says, voice hoarse.
I tell the others as they arrive at different times. I hate doing it, but who else can? It is my fault in the end, after all. Caitlin goes pale with fear, Barry red with anger.
"When will Zoom stop hurting us?" demands Jesse. "Even the grave doesn't stop it."
You'd be happy, dear, I think with a dash of bitterness. Here I am, causing mayhem and crushing hope.
I want to leave, but I can't. I want to cry, but I won't. I want to find my jay, but I shouldn't.
I can only find one solution.
I start to check on Wells, but stop by the Flash first. He doesn't look like the mighty slayer of Zoom. He just looks like a terrified, angry, grieving young man. He looks like me, but not nearly as powerless.
"Run, Barry," I whisper to him. "Run."
