A breach formed, in the dead of the night and a dark haired mysterious man with dark eyes stepped out and in to the city. He looked around himself, "Such a primitive city." He scoffed. He stared up at a house, hoping that no one would see him arrive.
There was a light on the inside. Someone must have been awake. He made his way towards the door and adjusted his short dark hair. He knocked loud enough for whoever was inside to hear. This was his one shot. He could not mess things up.
The door opened and Iris West was standing there. She was much younger than he could remember, but there was no mistake. It was certainly her.
"Hello?" she said, confusion was written across her face, she had clearly been taken in by his handsome appearance. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Er… hi, my car broke down at the end of the road… and my phone's gone flat. Can I please use yours?" he stammered.
She stepped aside from the door and led him in to the house. She picked up her phone from the coffee table and handed it to him. "Here…" she said.
"Thanks." He said, taking the phone. He took a few steps away from her and placed the phone against his ear.
"You never did tell me your name…" Iris said.
In one swift moment, he opened a breach. She gasped as she saw it and said, "What's going on? You're not related to a friend of mine, are you?"
The man gave a cocky smile, "Step through the breach, Iris." He compelled her. She could not fight his compulsion. She stepped through and he sealed it shut behind her, locking her inside. He stared at the phone in his hand.
"Come and find me, uncle Barry." He muttered under his breath. He pulled out what looked like a portable charger from his pocket and connected it to the phone in his hand.
The phone wiped itself clear of all its data and a message came up on the screen in green writing, "Game on!"