The Flash guided me into a room full of technology I couldn't name, computers, monitors, and the works.

"Wow, so this is," I alter my voice to sound low and mysterious, "'The Flash Fortress'."

"That's what people are calling this?" A voice shouted out from behind a monitor. The owner of the voice poked his head from behind the screen.

I noticed his long black hair and brown eyes. He smirked. "The Flash Fortress." Shrugging, he said, "Eh, it's not bad."

He began to sink back down in his chair when he heard me chuckle.

"That's actually what I call it." I smiled and looked down a little embarrassed.

He cocked his head slightly, curling his lips down and nodded. "I approve." He seemed to scan me quickly. "I'm Cisco."

"The guy who usually comes up with the names around here." The Flash shouted.

"Oh, hey," he turned to me. "We never got your name."

"Jewel Jackal," I smiled at Cisco, who widened his eyes before cracking a smile too.

"I like this girl." Cisco leaned back in his chair.

However, The Flash persisted, "Okay, what's your real name?"

"Adler. Lena Adler." This at least got a laugh out of Cisco.

"Bond!" He stands up from his chair and swaggers over to me. "Finally, someone who watches movies." He puts out his hand and I shake it. "It is nice to meet you, Miss Adler."

I laugh. "I always wanted to do that. And please, call me Lena."

I didn't realize Cisco and I were still shaking hands till Flash interrupted us. "Alright guys, I better run." With that, there was a whirlwind and he was gone. My hair swooshed up. We both let go of our grasp, taking a few steps back. Cisco put his hands in his pockets.

"Do you ever get used to that?" I asked.

"Eh," Cisco shrugs, "It grows on you." He gestured for me to sit on the chair next to him.

I sat down. "So, The Flash tells me one of his colleagues found unusual activity in my brain and another has a theory. Why do I get the feeling you're the one with the theory?"

That made him smile. "Well, first, what do you think you've been doing? Like, what does it feel like to you? This… ability."

I think back to the hooded man at the supermarket and the girl at the mall. I began telling him about the suspicious hooded guy and the tingly sensation in my stomach that grew stronger. And the pulling that somehow brought him back. Finally, I admitted, "I have no idea what I've been doing."

"Hmm… were you thinking of anything when you felt the pulling?" He leaned forward in his chair.

"Yeah, I was thinking about how I wish I could get the money back." I paused for a moment. "But it's not something I can control."

"Have you tried? Ya know, controlling it?"

"At the liquor store."

"But it didn't work."

"Right." I watched my hands in my lap.

Cisco scribbled some notes on a piece of paper. "What about at the mall? What happened there?"

I told him about my ridiculous yearning for the necklace and earrings, which sounded really trivial after I said it.

"And that's when the girl said it was on her." He jotted down more notes. "You know about the Particle Accelerator, right?"

I shrugged, "Who doesn't?"

"Right. Well, what were you doing that night… when it exploded?"

I had to think about that. "I was reading poetry. I was reading a poem that always makes me cry. It always makes me feel amazed that someone I never met wrote these words that can still make me feel." Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" came to mind just then, although not written long ago, it still was a touching poem.

A corner of Cisco's mouth curved up like he considered this statement cute. "So, my theory is-"

"It is a farfetched theory," a woman in a white lab coat interrupted Cisco. "being that we've never seen it before, but he could be right this time."

He scoffed. "This time?" Leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, he continued, "I'm always right, eventually."

The woman shook her head at him. "I'm Caitlin, and you are?"

"The Jewel Jackal!" Cisco spoke like he was pitching a new idea.

"He's already given you a nickname?" Caitlin asked.

"Self named. But you can call me Lena."

"So, Lena, it appears as though your hypothalamus is very active, abnormally so." Caitlin explained. "Your hypothalamus controls your limbic system, your nervous system, which controls emotion."

"So," Cisco butted in, "My theory is that you might have pathokinetic powers."

"Pathokinetic powers?" I asked.

"Like in X-Men." Cisco tried to explain. "Syn Anders… Pheobe Halliwell." He looked at me expectantly.

"I haven't seen the X-Men." I winced.

"Or," Caitlin added. "Coincidence can also be to blame."

Cisco continued, "which, as we've learned," he stole a meaningful look at Caitlin, "can be a very powerful thing."

They break away from the look and both fell into deep thought for a moment before Cisco seemed to perk up again.

"But what about her hypothalamus?"

"Extreme fear can cause the hypothalamus to light up like that, too. I'd have to conduct another EEG on her to find out."

"Well then do it!" Cisco is practically jumping out of his skin.

Caitlin nodded, "Come on back, Lena."