S.T.A.R. Labs has gone back to normal. Or what's normal for S.T.A.R. Labs, at least. Everyone is so happy. Even Caitlin, though I know she's emotionally and mentally healing.

I am not. I cannot be. I still have to hunt.

Or perhaps I can be. I simply don't want to. I don't find it intolerable. The people of S.T.A.R. Labs are nothing but good. They're what I wanted to see Jay become, deep down. And they're efficient, when Barry cooperates.

S.T.A.R. Labs itself is wonderful. It's bright and clean, thanks to me. It's always busy and positive. It's everything Zoom's lair wasn't.

There's a fantasy lurking in my deepest wishes, one that I won't indulge. One where Hunter is Jay and Jay is with me and I am here and here is home. One that can never, ever be.

In part, because Jay is Hunter, and Hunter is Zoom. S.T.A.R. Labs will never trust him again. They barely trust me, and I doubt that they ever could. But also because Jay simply... isn't. He's a Time Wraith, and none of his dopples are him.

His words ring in my head. Time
Remnant Time Remnant Time Remnant. Cisco says he heard no other words, and it seems that after he was certain I'd understood, he had nothing more to say.

I long to go back there. To be with Jay, whatever his form. Perhaps by the time I could change him back, or exit the Timeless Rift, I would be in a new time period. One where they don't remember Zoom, where I have no living dopple, where Jay and I could just... be. In peace.

But none of that has even the slightest percentage of success, so I try to focus on the things around me.

I find myself in the park again, watching Hunter. I can't help but wonder if some part of him knows that his dopple has been taken out of time and turned into one of it's lawkeepers. I know he can't, but they look so similar. I feel like they should.

I look down at the ground to watch a stray pigeon peck at nothing. Part of me feels I can pull a decent analogy from the image, but I refrain. I can leave that to the team at S.T.A.R. Labs... they do love their drama.

I look back up see a woman join Hunter. And to my shock, she's me.

She looks Native American, at least in part. She's dressed in fancier clothes than I've ever worn-I've always worn simple clothing. She smiles when she sees Hunter. He closes his book, smiling up at her as well.

That breaks my voyeuristic trance. His smile has no insanity or passion. Just kindness. It's the same as Jay's, but the opposite. This is not my Jay, and watching him will not unravel his puzzle.

I stand up to leave the park, and then they are beside me.

"See, Katrine? She looks just like you," Hunter says. "Thank you, by the way. I should have tried to reach out to Katrine long ago." He touches her hand. Gentle, like he's afraid of startling her off.

She does look a little startled, but more at me.

"Woah, were we separated at birth or something?" she asks, inspecting me.

"No, no. Nothing like that." I need to leave. I can't be more involved in this. I can't burden them with their dopples. With me. With Jay. "But I'm glad it all worked out." I take a step back.

Their eyes widen even more. But they aren't looking at me-they're looking behind.

I turn, but nothing is there. I look back at the couple.

"Weird," Katrine mutters. "I could have sworn I just saw your twin too." She leans a little closer to Hunter.

My breath catches in my throat.

"I need to go," I say. No time for subtlety. I take off running for S.T.A.R. Labs.