"So with the initial wave over, the CCPD is informing us that they are steadily gaining control of the situation, and are in the process of trying to round up the small army of metahumans terrorizing our city," the reporter on the TV said about the events taking place tonight.

"As opposed to what, letting them run wild?" Clara Patton said as she watched the unfolding coverage on TV. She was sitting on her couch, enjoying the relative calm now that her kids, 4 year old Katie, and 11 month old Jack, were now both asleep. Taking care of two kids was hard enough, but add in a cadre of metahumans hell-bent on destroying the place, and tonight it felt damn near impossible. Luckily, Jack was way too young to understand anything going on, so she only had Katie to keep calm.

Thank God for coloring books and the Disney Channel, she thought. Now she was trying to wind down, relaxing as she heard that the police and the Flash were finally getting all those freaks under control. She took a pull at her beer when she heard a knocking at her door. She got up and looked through the peephole, becoming nervous at the sight of the redhead on the other side.

"Can I help you?" she asked apprehensively as though the gap in the door caused by the security latch her husband put in for when he was gone.

"I live the down the hall," Doctor Light told Clara. She then held up a travelling mug and waved it in front of her. "I'm out of milk, think you could spare some?"

"Milk?" Clara asked, weirded out by the seemingly simple demand.

"Yeah, cold, white liquid, usually comes in a carton or gallon. I hear a baby crying in here every now and then; I figure if you have a baby, you've got milk, and I'm out of everything, except half a box of cereal."

"You're out of food?" Clara asked.

"No, I have half a box of cereal," Doctor Light answered glibly. "I'm going after work tomorrow to the grocery store, but that cereal should tide me over tonight. I just need some milk, please," she finished.

Normally Clara wouldn't open the door to someone she didn't know, neighbor or not, but the motherly instincts in her kicked in at the sound of this woman saying she had no food. She shut the door, undid the latch, and then let her in.

"Thanks," Doctor Light said as she handed Clara the mug.

"No problem. I'm Clara by the way," Clara introduced herself as she walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the gallon of milk.

"Kim," Doctor Light said.

"So I guess you decided to stay in to instead of braving it out there tonight, huh?" Clara asked from the kitchen.

"Um, yeah," Doctor Light answered as she looked at the pictures on the wall. Clara didn't look too much older than her, so she was surprised to see that she had two kids so far apart in age. "Those people out there are really causing some havoc," she added as she thought back to her encounter with Atomic Skull just a few hours earlier.

"I tell you, if wasn't for the Flash, I swear, I'd be the type of person saying we need to just get rid of all those metas. But if the Flash is so good, then maybe they're not all bad. What do you think?"

"I think, uhn," Doctor Light started, only to stop when her head started throbbing. She shook it off, but it didn't dissipate. "I think…oh God," she gasped as the throbbing turned to pounding.

"You okay, Kim?" Clara asked, turning around from the refrigerator as she was returning the milk. "Kim?"

What Clara saw was Kim grabbing the sides of her head as she doubled over in what looked to be excruciating pain. She was gasping like she couldn't breathe and her face telegraphed how badly it looked like she wanted to scream.

"Oh my God," Clara gasped as she sped over to where Doctor Light was standing. When she reached her Doctor Light had already begun screaming, the pain finally knocking her down to her knees and eventually completely onto the floor. "Kim, are you okay?" Clara asked in horror as she watched her neighbor begin to writhe.

"Oh God…it hurts. Make it stop, make it…ahhhhh!" Doctor Light groaned until, finally at the end she let out a last, gut wrenching scream and finally passed out.

"Oh God, Kim. Kim!" Clara screamed, lightly slapping Doctor Light's cheek in an effort to wake her. When she didn't respond, she dashed toward the coffee table in front of her couch and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed 911 and counted out the rings, praying that whatever happened wasn't as life and death as it felt and that Kim would be okay.


When Doctor Light came to, she didn't know where she was. It was bright, and that was about all she knew. She brought up her hands to shield her eyes and actually wondered for half a second if the pain in her head had killed her and the reason that this place was so bright was because it was Heaven.

Yeah right, she thought, like they'd take me.

Eventually, her eyes got used to the brightness and she was able to look around. She was in a hospital. From the sounds on the other side of the privacy curtain which, was pulled over her area, it was a busy night.

"What the…?"

"Oh good, you're awake," came a voice from close by. She turned and saw the last face she expected to. "Remember me? You killed my boss and tried to kill me."

"Hey Linda."