Cisco thinks that he's found the perfect Hunter Zolomon.

Perhaps he has. I'm not going to stop him from attempting to reach this new Hunter. But it's not the man I'm hunting.

Because I want to find the real Jay Garrick.

I think I can. Those Time Wraiths may not have killed him. He may still exist, just trapped in a prison-like dimension. I don't know enough yet, but perhaps I can soon.

Right now, I'm watching Jay's dopple. Or one of them, at least. This earth's Hunter Zolomon seems so peaceful. I wonder if it's a front, or if he truly doesn't have a Zoom hidden away somewhere.

"You can't lock up the darkness."

Jay had liked to say that. At times, I wonder if he's right. If I'll snap and become like him.

I wonder if I want to.

Of course part of me does. It would be easier to just accept all of him. But I can't.

I can love him and rebuke him. I don't have to accept the evil. I can lock my own away, keep it hidden as long as I can. Hopefully as long as I'm alive.

Hunter never looks up at me. At anyone. Sometimes he'll look up at the trees, or at the park around him I wonder what he does when he comes to this park. He seems to be a literary man. Scholarly. Smart.

Jay was smart. He would have to be, to get as far as he did.

It hurts a little to watch Hunter. He looks so like Jay. But it reminds me why I'm fighting. There's a seriousness to Hunter's face that I saw from time to time in Jay's. And the lack of black eyes or blue lightning, like in the moments I loved him best.

Hunter looks out at the park, book dangling from his fingers. I stand.

I have battles to fight. Not dopples to stalk.

"Hey."

I freeze. It's Jay's voice. I know it! I hear it.

I turn to face the man who isn't Jay.

"You look familiar," he says. He points a corner of his book at me. "Like a girl I grew up with. Katrine."

I swallow. Of course I have a dopple here.

"I don't think I'm your Katrine," I say.

"I apologize then," he said. "I'm Hunter Zolomon."

"I'm... I am Katrine, thought. Katrine Claythorne."

"But you're not the Katrine Claythorne I knew? She looked like you. Mexican, maybe?"

I give a small smile. "I'm sorry. I'm not your friend."

And you are not mine. You cannot be mine.

He's too... lacking. Lacking in something. The fact that I can't put my finger on what exactly makes me fear that I love Jay's Zoom. His darkness.

Maybe I do. Maybe I don't know. But I know I must find him. The right him.

I step forward and put a hand on Hunter's.

"You've seen stranger things in this city. But we don't know one another. Not really. But if you find your Katrine..." My mind flashes to who I was without my Hunter. "Give her something to live for if she doesn't already."

I walk away.

Perhaps, in the end, that's all. My Jay gave me something to live for. To change him. To hear him call me Katnip one last time. To see his eyes go black and his suit crackle blue and know I wasn't done.

I need that. I need to see him again. To hear him and feel him.

I need Jay Garrick.