"It takes the same amount of energy to worry as it does to believe." ~ Joel Osteen

Three years.

She'd been keeping track of the visions or readings or whatever they wanted to call them, that Oliver Queen and Grant Burns had been having since Felicity had gone missing. Caitlin Snow had experienced loss in her life, all kinds of loss and experienced all levels of grief…but this just seemed harder. Maybe it was because no one wanted to really think she was dead. No body had ever been found, but they all knew that that didn't ensure Felicity's life. More than anything, it likely meant that someone was hiding something from them and they were doing a good job.

"Hey."

Caitlin looked up from her computer and then turned to her right to see Barry standing there. He always brought an instant smile to her face. No matter how dark the day, he was always there to make her feel like it was all going to be okay and to make her smile again. Even after Ronnie…even after everything…Barry had always been there and one day things had just changed. She saw him differently…and since then, neither one of them had ever looked back. They were lucky to have each other and that was that.

"Hey," she echoed and pushed forward a smile.

"Oliver just left," Barry filled in. "He seemed pretty shaken."

"From everything that he's seen over the years…the faint hints here and there…and then all of the sudden this…" Caitlin said as she turned back to her notes. "I'm honestly not surprised." She scrolled up to the notes from the first session. "The first time they tried this…the vision was dark for a long time, but there was crying."

"Right," Barry said. "And then right at the end, there was a thin beam of light."

"This time, Oliver actually thinks that they saw Felicity…and if it is…if she's out there, then I think it's far to say that she's in trouble."

Barry sighed and rubbed his face. "We know how Grant's visions work. Not once has one of what has been seen…no matter how insignificant led to a happy moment…"

"I know," Caitlin said as her face dropped.

Felicity.

And she did understand that.

Caitlin was a doctor and all her life, she'd relied on science to prove everything that she needed to know in life. Everything that was real and tangible and needed to be explained, that could be done through science. At least, until the particle accelerator incident. Since then, even though science could explain a lot, there was only so much you would actually believe without seeing it for yourself.

Barry Allen.

Clyde Mardon.

Danton Black.

Kyle Nimbus.

Bette Sans Souci.

Tony Woodward.

Farooq Gibran.

Roy Bivolo.

Ronnie Raymond.

Arthur Light.

Hartley Rathaway.

There were so many others that weren't affected by the STAR Labs Particle Accelerator's explosion, those that were evil and bad and had to be stopped. It sometimes felt like they were losing a war, but everyday Caitlin found a new reason to keep going…it normally started with her opening her eyes and finding Barry smiling back at her.

"Felicity's strong, though," Caitlin spoke up several minutes later. "If she is still out there, then she's going to keep it that way… Think of all the visions that Grant has had of her, she's still alive after all of this time…"

Felicity was a fighter.

They all had to remember and believe that.

"Is there anything more that we can do tonight?" Barry questioned.

Caitlin stared at him and really thought about his question. Was there? Anything productive? She knew that that was what he meant. It was one thing to sit there and go over the information that they had over and over again, to worry that she'd missed something… But could she really do anything that could possibly bring Felicity home tonight? Her words were a whisper as she reached out to turn off the computer monitor, "No." Caitlin's tone was sad and she felt a little defeated. She knew that there were so many people working on this…but whenever they got a new clue, emotions were spilled out all over again.

"Then let's go home," he whispered as his hand rested on her shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

Reaching up, Caitlin covered his hand with hers. She let out a breath before patting it for a moment and then finally getting up from her chair. "Let's go home," she echoed as she took his hand and they headed out. There was nothing more they could do there tonight, even if that was hard for either one of them to admit.

Darkness and the sound of breathing.

A grey room.

Felicity in darkness crying…and then a ray of light.

The feeling of being cold.

A cream colored wall with peeling paint.

The rain falling from the sky above.

A computer keyboard and Felicity's fingers running quickly across them.

Beeping and the sound of drums.

Someone curled up in a thick layer of blankets, the sound of rain beating down.

Bright lights and screams.

A book falling to the ground.

The cream colored wall and the feeling of being cold and yet warm at the same time.

A grey room.

All white and the sound of laughter.

A figure, apparently Felicity, huddled under a table as yelling and screams are heard and a triangular looking logo.

Every single clue that they had. Everything told them Felicity was alive. But it didn't tell them much more. Caitlin just kept staring at her screen. There should be SOMETHING that she should be able to take from the clues. All she could take was that there had to be two rooms that Felicity was in…possibly three. One was cream colored and one was grey. The only other thing was that if Grant Burns wasn't messing with them…then all of that meant Felicity Smoak was alive.

She was out there.

She was alive.

That was the most important thing.

"How's it going?"

Caitlin turned and frowned at Cisco. "Not any better than it was when she first went missing."

"I told Oliver if he can sketch out that logo, maybe I can run it through the database. I mean, a triangle isn't exactly helpful," Cisco told her.

She understood that. A triangle was about as good as any of the clues that she had. Caitlin knew that all of this was extremely frustrating. "But he's recalled things more clearly days later…"

"If he doesn't just disappear off the grid altogether."

Oliver had done that before too.

"Well, we can't exactly control his actions," Caitlin told Cisco as she turned back to her computer screen. "All we can do is hope that he doesn't make reckless decisions."

"You sound like a mom," Cisco half teased.

Caitlin rolled her eyes and then looked back at him over her shoulder. "Sometimes you guys make me feel like one." Cisco seemed half amused at that as he walked off. Caitlin sighed and covered her face as she turned in her chair for a moment. It was something that she'd seen Felicity do and now sometimes she found herself doing little things she'd watched her friend do. Maybe it was unconscious or maybe it was her little way of remembering her.

Come home, Felicity.

TBC…