"Have you found Barry yet?" Caitlin asked. She and Ralph were in the cortex, doing basically nothing. Cisco had been on the monitors for about 30 minutes trying to track Barry. He didn't have his suit on, so no tracker, and he was keeping his superspeed to a minimum.
"No Caitlin, I have no idea where he is! I don't even think he's speeding around the city. I think he's staying in one area."
"Do you think he's with Joe and Cecile?" Ralph questioned. Caitlin shook her head.
"It's too early, plus Joe would lose it. He would be at S.T.A.R. Labs by now." She sighed, and she laid her head on the desk. Ralph thought for a few minutes while Cisco was still typing on the computer.
"Why are we trying to find him, anyway? I think he deserves some alone time." He pondered. Caitlin lifted her head.
"We have to find him Ralph, he-" Cisco argued, but Cailin interrupted him.
"Wait, Cisco, I think Ralph has a point." She said. Cisco scoffed, while Ralph had a triumphant look. "I mean, Barry can take care of himself. We could use the satellite to find Thorn or Iris, so why are we using it on Barry?"
"Thank you, Caitlin. I say we wait until Barry comes back here with a plan." Ralph insisted. Cisco rolled his eyes.
"As Barry's best friend, I know he is hurting somewhere in Central City. We can't just wait for him to come back." He urged. Caitlin nodded, while Ralph frowned. He eventually nodded.
"Then what do we do until then?" Ralph asked.
"I say we split up and look in places around the city. Places Barry is most likely at. Then, we all come back here and devise a plan to save Iris and to find Thorn." Cisco notioned and looked at the time. It was 2:37. Caitlin and Ralph gathered up their things and yawned. "We might also want to get some sleep." Cisco joked.
Barry had gotten sick of this. All his friends and family were always in trouble and danger because he was The Flash. It was unfair, really. And now, his wife had been taken, again. He ran to the loft, to try to find more clues on where Iris was. The last he had saw of her, she said she was going home, and she took her jacket. Once he phased through the door again, he focused more on details. He could see her jacket on the table by the door. After more searching he found scratches on the floor by the couch. He assumed it was Iris' shoes, showing that she was dragged on the floor. The thought of her being dragged made his blood boil, so he was determined to find other clues. He looked more beside the couch. Beside the window, he found a strange liquid that was drying on the floor. It was bright, neon pink. He got some and put it into a plastic baggy. The liquid was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, and it was destroying some of the wood underneath it. He wondered what it was being used for. He decided to look back at the door in their bedroom, and noticed it has blood on it. He put that in another plastic baggy, and saw that the blood had dripped a path. He wondered whose the blood was, and he decided to follow it. At this point, he was so filled with rage and determination he was willing to do anything.
He followed the trail outside the door. It went down the hallway, and oddly enough, down the stairway and not the elevator. The trail got smaller and smaller but he followed it all the way to the lobby. Then, with a miniscule amount of blood, he followed it all the way to outside the building. The trail was hard to see and easily avoidable, but thanks to his skills as a CSI he could see it. However, once he exited the building, the trail disappeared. He could only find a spot of blood on a bush outside. He glowered and sped off in the direction of the police department.