He hadn't run in years. He couldn't believe how good it felt, the air rushing at his side trying to keep up, the lightning crackling around him as he ran. But where to run? He had literally no where to go, no possessions and currently the only clothes he had were the ones on his body. Barry decided he'd stop by the loft at night when Iris was asleep, hoping she hadn't dumped all his possessions in his two years at Iron Heights. Just thinking about that place made his stomach tighten into a knot. He couldn't believe his father had spent more than a decade there, and still came out a decent human being, better than decent, he was Barry's dad.

He made a run to the ATM, and pulled out his credit card when he remembered it had probably been canceled. Silently cursing under his breath, Barry realized he would actually have to go inside the bank. Everyone had to know he wasn't a murderer anymore, right?

CCB's white marble form stood towering over the other buildings on Main Street and Barry held his breath as he went in. The security guard in front gave him a look as he walked past but didn't stop him as he made his way to one of the counters.

"I need money" Barry said to the first person he saw. The woman was writing something down and put one finger up. "Ok how can I help...you" she said taking in the sight in front of her. Barry's clothes were clean but his unshaven face and hair did look as if he had just stepped in from off the street.

"ID?" She asked, and Barry pulled out his drivers license and handed it to her.

"I haven't...had the time...to shave" Barry said awkwardly, beginning to pace back and forth, hands in his pockets. He had just begun to notice the news report on the tv screens behind him.

"You want to take out money from your account?" The woman asked turning to her computer screen.

"Yeah. Not much. Just a...just a couple hundred dollars" he said trying to appear unassuming but it wasn't working. "My name's Barry-"

"Barry Allen has recently just been released from Iron Heights" the news reporter behind him said. And Barry turned around and saw the screen. "After wrongly being convicted" she added.

"Didn't the same thing happen to Henry Allen as well?" The male newscaster next to her asked.

"Yes Matt, it appears that family doesn't have the greatest luck" the woman said.

"And on to our next story-" the man said. Barry turned back to face to bank teller who was staring at him, but she wasn't the only one, everyone in the room was now staring at him. The woman then forced a smile on her face and handed over an envelope.

"Here you go...sir" she said. "Sign here" and Barry took the pen, scribbled his signature and took the envelope, wanting to get out as quickly as he could.

"Thanks" he said and made a run for it, the normal way.

Barry bought a burner phone, ditching his old in a nearby trash can. Whatever pictures or text messages he had no longer mattered to him as were the people who had sent them. Then he went to the nearest bar he could find, cringing as he walked in seeing the glowing karaoke sign at the door. He had gone here with Caitlin Snow. Sang with her. She was at his trial, wasn't even looking at him as he was dragged away, she even had the nerve to turn around and begin walking out the door. He couldn't think about that now. If those two years had taught him anything, it was that he couldn't count on anyone to bail him out. He couldn't count on anyone to be his friend.

Barry sat down at the bar, running his fingers through his hair trying to clear his head. He ordered a burger and fries, a coke. But all of it only tasted like sawdust in his mouth. "That does not look like it's going down well" a voice said, but Barry knew who it was.

"Cisco" he said. "I'd ask how you found me but I'm sure your powers are as good as ever".

"Yeah, I've been getting better" Cisco muttered slowly walking towards him.

"Funny, how they just seemed to have stopped working two years ago, you know, the one time I need them" Barry said putting down his glass hard on the wooden counter top.

"Hey, man-" Cisco began.

"Don't tell me your here to apologize" Barry scoffed looking towards his former friend. Cisco's hair was back to being shoulder length but looked as messy as ever. He too was unshaven.

"Everyone-"

"What? They all feel so damn bad? You didn't feel that way yesterday did you? Or the day before that, when they thought I was a murderer. None of you ever came. Not once, except for Iris. Telling me she was pregnant and never coming back" Barry yelled standing up, kicking his chair behind him. The whole place was quiet now, everyone had stopped talking. Even the bartender was listening in.

"Listen, I don't think this is the best place to talk,come on" Cisco said walking towards the back room used for storage.

"Iris was with you the whole time, I swear. She kept trying to get you on parole but CCPD wouldn't budge, they said you had to serve at least 15 years before they even considered it. We all told Iris to let it go, honestly man, we all just thought everything got too much for you after Thawne, Zoom, then Savitar. Your parents" Cisco said quietly.

Barry looked disgusted. "You would really think that I would just go murder someone, in cold blood?" Then he laughed. "Wow. I guess the four years of knowing each other meant nothing? You obviously knew nothing about me".

"Don't say that. Team Flash, us as a family, as best friends, meant everything" Cisco said. "That's why it made it so hard. None of us could get up the courage to go see you, talk to you".

"What about Joe?" Barry asked.

"He didn't know what to think" Cisco said.

"So what? Did you all draw straws of who gets to come find me?" Barry asked.

"I wanted to come. You're my best friend" Cisco told him.

Barry spat on the ground. "Go to hell" he said and then walked away, leaving Cisco standing alone.