A/N: Here you go. I wrote most of this (I really thought that it was way longer too) last month when I had a spare weekend, but I added some changes.

What is happening? I don't know.

I can hear noise. Where am I?

I'd say I was in a coma or something, but that's not possible.

What? Where? How? Why?

The questions keep running a relay in my head, turning and twisting and running and pounding, and I can't deal with this anymore, I have to wake up.

I sit up straight in the bed, gasping heavily as if there was no air in the room. It's white, I notice.

It was blank, bare and cold.

Why were the lights so bright?

There's Barry next to me, he holds my gaze for a few seconds before he starts yelling for the nurse (even more confusion), and he runs up and embraces me.

There are tears streaming down my face, and I don't even know why I am crying.

I wipe away my tears and ask Barry, "Where am I?"

"You're at the hospital, silly. You took a couple of hits from Captain Cold, but we did it. We finally ended him."

"I don't remember this."

"I didn't think you would, actually. You and Cisco did that research, remember, last year? It said that the more you used your powers, the more you wouldn't remember the big battles."

Powers? Is this some kind of joke?

"Um, nope?"

"Cait, lie down, okay?" He gently lies me down and kisses my forehead.

"Powers? I don't have powers, silly. That's you."

"Come on, Cait, don't flatter me."

"I really don't remember any of this. What's happened? Give me a breakdown of the last year or so then."

"Okay, stop acting weird. Do you not remember getting your powers, joining the team, ro say, you know, getting married to me?" He has a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"I'm not married to you, Barry. Now stop playing this stupid joke on me. You probably bumped your head or something. Where's my lab stuff? I want to get you checked out."

"Caitlin, what's the date for you?"

"Maybe the eighteenth or something. November, definitely."

"Year?" He asks in a sober tone.

"2015, obviously."

"Caitlin, it's 2018."

Will you please stop with the stupid jokes Barry?

I want to go home. I tell Barry this.

"Please," I say.

He seems to consider it.

"Well, I'll take you home tomorrow. But stop playing around with me, okay?"

"I really don't know what you mean by this. I want to go to bed in my apartment."

"I'm gonna call the nurse, okay? They wouldn't let me check you out myself. Emotional attachment, they said."

"You're not a doctor. You're a forensic scientist with the CCPD."

"I was, two years ago. I was doing those night classes and got a doctorate. Now I work here, Opal City Hospital." He gestures to the walls on either side of me.

I can't deal with this. This is very plainly nuts.

So, like a child, I turn to face the other side of the bed and lie down, using the blanket as a makeshift wall to this weird crazy fantasy world.

A/N: So, basically the reverse. Tune in about Sunday night (NZT, so maybe about Saturday night or Sunday lunchtime for all you other time zones out there that still maybe want to read this) for a new chapter.

Goal:

Longer than the past three chapters combined. Should I try or do you like these weird nuggety bits that remind me of those fruit nuggets that I used to have in my lunchbox - I was very obviously a cool kid.