There was nothing in his world. He had been running mindlessly for as long as he could remember. It changed though, two others appeared, running beside him the abyss.

Why was he forced to be there? Who had made him stay in this horrid state? Why were there others all of a sudden? Most importantly, who was his spitfire? The word he had mumbled for as long as his memory. Time had no place here.

He had been there long, he knew, but there was another place he had been before, a place that had more colors than white, and yellow, and red. It had green, and for some reason that meant a lot to him. He knew the word and knew it was darker than red and white and yellow, whatever darker meant. But he couldn't imagine it.

His surroundings never changed, his path was always the white desert, straight ahead. He was knew he was going somewhere, there was a goal, something to reach, someone to go back to. Always someone, something, somewhere, no name, there must have been, at some point, but he had long forgotten.

His spitfire was his goal, his drive, the reason he had tried to slow down at first. But spitfire as probably forgotten his name too, as he had forgotten its.

The people to his left were familiar, maybe the man he was before knew them. They were fast like him, and the younger one had hair close to his own, but he didn't know them.

He had stopped trying to slow down long ago, at first he had life to go back to, now he didn't. He kept running because he wanted to see spitfire, to meet it. To see her, well he didn't know if it was a girl but it felt right. Sometimes it was curiosity that kept him going, and sometimes it was something more, a tingling above his stomach.

There had been another, clad in blue, but he faded, the person gave up on slowing down or reaching his goal so he went faster and faster, until the blue man left.

And he was alone.

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Now there was others. They too mouthed words. The short one, 'Emily'. The tall one, Iris, Iris, Iris, Iris…Iris…Irey, Aunt Iris. The names danced in his head with spitfire, spitfire, Iris, Irey, Aunt Iris, Emily, Emily…it fit with others, like mother, daughter, granddaughter. Those words fit together too, but he didn't know what they meant. Millions of words, numbers, impossible names danced through his mind.

Spitifire, Iris, Irey, Emily, Spitfire, Iris, Irey, Emily…

He moved he moved his lips to the words. It had to mean something, it had to mean something, something, someone. The words overwhelmed him.

You're overwhelmed, Freeze was underwhelmed, why isn't anyone just whelmed … a childish voice whispered in his mind. Someone he used to know liked to say stuff like that. Did that person know spitfire? And Aunt Iris? And Irey? And Emily? No, not Emily, the other three, but not the shorter one's 'Emily'.

He knew a Dinah and a Megan and Babs and a Zatanna and a Bruce and Conner, and Kaldur, and…and Barry, Bart, Roy, Ollie, the names came rushing back to him. The voice was Dick and he was his best friend. They were on a team, no Dick was on the team, he quit with his spitfire after Dick's brother J-Jason and and Kaldur's love T-Tula…his…his Artemis. His spitfire was his Artemis and she just found out…she just told him…she just told him when they were in Paris…they were in Paris to save the world.

It's gone chrysalis… Run and…and …and die for Artemis and Baby, Baby, Iris, Irey or Baby Jai. He thought it was a Baby Irey. They had five minutes to celebrate before…

Artemis is going to kill me, and don't get me started on Mom and Dad. It was his voice, he had almost forgotten the sound of his own voice.

Just tell them, tell them. He had told Uncle Barry…Uncle Barry! No, NO, he couldn't be there, what about…he recalled the memory of Aunt Iris's very swollen belly…. He wondered if Artemis had looked like that. Dawn and Donald were their names, as his cousin Bart had fortold…Bart. He was here too.

The innocent young boy looked older than the last time he had seen him and he was wearing what looked like Kid Flash's outfit. He attempted to smile, but couldn't. Why did he find that so important?

Wait, he knew Dick and Kaldur and Conner and Megan and Zatanna and Roy and everyone from what? From their team, team of… heroes, well the partners of big name heroes. That's what he was dressed as, Kid Flash, The Fastest Boy Alive, sidekick of The Flash. Everyone got him mixed up with Speedy, original Roy, then Red Arrow Clone Roy. But Clone Roy ended being much more pleasant, probably because of Lian's influence. Lian was his neice, wait…he had no siblings…but Artemis did, Jade, Cheshire…his sister-in-law. Artemis and him just got married, right after she got back from her undercover mission.

Bart took over his mantle, just like Robin there would be a legacy. Maybe Dawn or Don would come after Bart, or his…his… baby. Was it a girl or boy? He never should have let Artemis fight The Reach's devices, or course he hadn't known then, but she had.

And he left her, he left. He had to get back to her. Get back to all of them.

With all his mind, his heart, his soul, he utilized his vocal chords. It came out as a whisper first, his voice was scratchy from not be used for God knows how long, but his voice grew and grew. It was a long shot, he didn't even know if they could hear him at all. But he knew he had to try.

He yelled with all his might, using the voice that had taunted, flirted, joked, cried, and laughed, "BARRY!"

Wallace Rudolph West, the former Kid Flash, the father, husband, friend, son… hero, was back.

Wow, Wally is back.

Next Time: Bart's Memories

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