D'Artagnan had set up cameras around the hotel where they were staying, and the cameras had caught some suspicious activity. Someone had been watching when she left. No one had broken in yet or left anything, but someone definitely knew that she was here. Lucy let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair. D'Artagnan had curled up on the bed and looked up at her lazily while she turned away from the laptop.

"What are you planning on doing about him?" Anti asked haughtily, causing Lucy to jump a little. He was still angry over her refusal to bring him with her.

"To be honest, I don't really have a plan," Lucy admitted tiredly and relaxed into the chair. "This… isn't my usual way of doing things. I don't really know what to do anymore. It was so easy with Caan. He always knew what to do, where to go… Now… I'm just stuck. I can't even figure out who this damn bastard is!"

"The one keeping tabs on you or the murderer?"

"Either one would be nice," Lucy replied and brushed back her hair. "I'm not picky at this point. Someone to take this frustration out on would be nice."

"Ooooh! That would be fun!" Anti spoke up more cheerfully than before. "Oh, you have a guest."

Lucy looked toward the screen and saw Oliver walking toward her door. The chair flew across the room as she leapt up and ran to the door. Before he had the chance to knock, Lucy opened the door and pulled him inside by his hoodie.

"What are you doing?!"

"You saw my base of operations, so I wanted to see yours," Oliver replied quietly and looked around the room cautiously. He saw the laptop and asked, "Is… he there?"

"Yeah, always. Why?"

"Just… asking," Oliver replied, looking at the laptop warily. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. You clearly care about Barry, and…"

"And Felicity sent you to make amends?"

Oliver laughed a little and asked, "Was I being that obvious?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Lucy responded wearily and looked away. "You don't have to worry about me being angry or offended. There's only one thing that matters to me right now."

"Helping Barry? I think that he'd be happy with just the thought that you believe him."

"Yeah… he's an idiot."

Oliver smiled a little in surprise and said, "You remind me of him a little."

Lucy raised an eyebrow at Oliver in surprise, and he continued, "Just a little though."

Lucy smirked and asked, "So… did you come here to apologize and tell me to stay out of trouble?"

"Chasing vigilantes in the dark isn't one of the safest things to do."

"Not to worry… I won't need to do that anymore. I'm leaving Starling soon. There's just one thing that I need to take care of first."

"That sounds ominous. Are you talking about the 'demon' that's after you?"

"Yeah, kind of," Lucy said with a shrug. She really didn't want to bring him into this fiasco. "I can handle it. It's not like I'm on my own." Lucy threw a glance at the laptop followed by a longer look at where D'Artagnan stretched out on the bed. He clearly didn't think of Oliver as a threat.

"Oh, you have a cat?" Oliver asked as D'Artagnan jumped off the bed to rub himself on Oliver's legs.

"Yeah, his name's D'Artagnan," Lucy answered evenly. She did have a cat… at the moment.

D'Artagnan jumped on one of the counters to force Oliver to pet him, and Lucy hid a small smile. Oliver looked uncomfortable for a second but pet D'Artagnan gently. Lucy watched Oliver hide a smile of his own and contemplated telling him more. D'Artagnan was generally a good judge of character. But… it probably wasn't safe to get Oliver involved anymore than he already was. Lucy could take care of this mystery puppet of Dark's.

A sudden movement on the laptop caught Lucy's attention as she saw a man walk hesitantly through the hallway and glance at her door warily. She recognized him. They had bumped into each other in Central City. Lucy hadn't given him a second thought since the electronics store. Now she realized that he may be more than just some spoiled brat.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked and eyed Lucy suspiciously.

"I'll handle it," Lucy said offhandedly and turned back to Oliver. "I can always escape by leaving. You can't. It'd be better if you don' t get more involved. I'm only staying until I find Nora Allen's killer or Barry wakes up."

Oliver raised an eyebrow at Lucy in confusion and replied, "I could leave Starling too. At least for a little while. How exactly are you planning on avoiding whatever's following you?"

"I have a few tricks that will work for me… not you. Plus once I leave Starling, I doubt that I'll be coming back. I just have a problem to attend to here before I go… then I guess I'll try to find more in Central City. When Barry wakes up… I'll leave and lure the trouble away."

"Where would you hide from a demon?" Oliver asked with a glance at the laptop.

"I have a friend… of sorts. He'll probably let me stay with him for a little while although… I do need to find something for Maze," Lucy realized with some horror. She had completely forgotten to find something "interesting" for Maze and briefly wondered what that would be for a demon.

"Hey! What about me?!" Anti shouted petulantly, but Lucy just gave him a side glance.

"For Maze?" Oliver asked and looked from Lucy to the laptop.

"Yeah, I kind of promised that I'd find a friend something interesting to give her when I returned… I should probably work on that while I'm here," Lucy answered.

"HEY!" Anti called out again.

"What?!" Lucy responded irritably. "I'm not talking to you when other people are around. They can't hear you, and it's weird."

"Fine," Anti replied, and Oliver's eyes widened as he stared at the screen. "He can see and hear me now. What about me? Are you just going to leave me behind?"

"Leave you behind?" Oliver asked warily. "Can't she just take the laptop with her?"

Lucy glared at Anti, whom just shrugged in return. With a sigh, Lucy explained, "In short… I'm not from this world. I was originally trying to get back to my own, stumbled upon Anti and some other creep, and then escaped to this world."

"OTHER CREEP?!" Anti chimed in angrily, and his eyes flashed black.

"Did I stutter?" Lucy asked haughtily. "Don't forget that you were harassing me too."

Anti mumbled while Oliver looked like he was doing his best to absorb what she had just told him.

"So… why are you so determined to help Barry?" Oliver asked with suspicion in his eyes. "It's not like you and him were friends for long."

Lucy tried not to wince at Oliver's words and noticed Anti eyeing her curiously. She explained in as calm a voice as she could manage, "As I said before, Henry Allen is innocent… and I've heard Barry's voice before. In another world, I was trapped, and he called out to me. I was able to escape after that. Plus… I'm sure that the thing that's after me… it knows that I care about Barry. I have to stay here until he can protect himself."

"So it was never really about Henry Allen," Oliver said in a matter-of-fact tone that made Lucy glare at him.

"In part, it is… I want to help him… if I can," Lucy said with uncertainty. She hadn't fully admitted her guilt even to herself. "Maybe I'm just looking for some kind of atonement."

"Atonement? For what?"

"I've killed people… in other worlds, not this one," Lucy assured Oliver quickly as he stared at her with an alarmed look. "The first person was an accident… I didn't know what my hand could do, and I had told him to stay away… He didn't listen. After that, it was a woman who found out about my abilities after I used them to save her. She wanted to 'figure out how I worked.' I… uh, disagreed with her methods. I don't think helping Barry and his dad will completely vindicate me, but it certainly can't hurt." Lucy shrugged and looked at Oliver with desperation.

Oliver seemed to nod in return and looked back to Anti. After Anti gave him an "innocent" look, he turned back to Lucy and said with a grimace, "I understand. I have some things… that I need to make up for as well. Just… don't send your demon after us again."

"As long as you don't give me a reason to," Lucy answered back with a smile.

Anti laughed as Oliver rolled his eyes. Oliver seemed to relax, and his eyes seemed to be more trusting as he looked back at Lucy and said, "If you do end up needing help… let me know. It's better than having to clean up the aftermath of your messes."

"Sure thing," Lucy replied and glanced at the laptop screen. After a few seconds of contemplation, she admitted, "Actually, there might be something that you can help me with… Just so long as you stay in the shadows. The demon that's after me is using someone to follow me. I think the vigilante could help me get some answers."

"You want me to shoot him," Oliver said in an irritated tone.

"Kind of but not quite."