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Julian, Harry, and Cisco watched through the camera as more flames sprang up. "Wally, you have to get there," urged Cisco. "The fire's getting bigger."
Wally's voice came, breathless and strained. "Uh, guys, I'm kind of in the middle of fighting a pretty tough terrorist here."
"Can't you put out the fire and go straight back to your fight?" Julian suggested.
"No!" Wally exclaimed. "There are people here."
"There are people in the fire, too, West," retorted Harry.
"Guys, I can't abandon this fight," argued Wally.
Julian sighed. "We know that, but someone needs to put that fire out!"
"Can't the firefighters do their job for once?" Wally questioned exasperatedly.
"No!" The other three chorused. "The fire's too strong. Anyone who goes in might die."
Julian watched with worry as a child stuck her head out of the window, looking behind her fearfully as the fire slowly neared her.
As if on cue, a white-haired woman with cold blue eyes appeared, gliding on ice that had formed beneath her feet. "Caitlin!" the blonde cried.
Cisco and Harry turned to look at the the other screen. "What the hell is she doing? There's already a terrorist attack and a fire. We don't need a Killer Frost attack to top it off!" Harry grumbled.
They watched nervously as the meta-human helped the child out, and appeared to be speaking to her. The child pointed inside the building. Killer Frost entered, and, after a few minutes of watching with bated breaths, the fire had stopped, and Killer Frost emerged, with three others clinging on to her.
"She saved them," whispered Julian, stunned.
They all shared a quiet moment of shock that was broken when Wally notified them that the terrorist was safely handcuffed. Julian demanded, "Wally, take me to the fire."
Seconds later, Wally put down Julian and sped away. The blonde yelled, "Stop!"
The gliding figure of Caitlin slowed down, and a staircase of ice formed. She slowly descended on them. "Hello, Julian."
"I - I'm sorry," murmured the blonde.
Frost straightened. "What?"
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I shouldn't have been angry at you. You can't control it. Please. Forgive me."
The meta-human cracked a slight smile. "Apology accepted."
She turned to go. Julian stopped her. "Caitlin!"
She turned around, sadness and regret visible in her ice blue eyes. "Julian, I'm not Caitlin anymore."
"But we can bring Caitlin back!" Julian persisted. "Just come home."
Killer Frost stared back at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Then she was gone.