We've come to the end of season 6 and I can honestly say that I'm glad it's over. I have some important things to say at the end so bear with me until then.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash.

Barry was cradling Ramona in her hand as he was rocking back and forth in a rocking chair. "I just don't know what to do anymore, my sweet girl. I don't know what's real anymore. I've always been able to trust myself, but now, I don't know if I can anymore."

Ramona gurgled in his arms. She was drooling but Barry didn't even seem to notice.

"I mean, if what Uncle Cisco says is true, that means I've lived a whole other life. One I didn't even know I could live. It's like something out of the Twilight series. Or a Mandela effect on my entire life. This must be what he felt like when everybody said he died."

Ramona responded with a little whimper. Barry still wasn't looking at her, staring blankly ahead with one of his hands blindly stroking her head.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. I feel like myself. I feel like this is my life. Everything I know is the truth. But now, I'm confronted with the idea that ever since that particle accelerator explosion, my life has been nothing but a dream. That I've been living this whole other life that I don't recognize myself at all." Barry lamented, mostly to himself.

This time Ramona stayed silent, staring up at her father with unblinking eyes.

Hearing no response, Barry finally looked down at his daughter. "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Ma!" Ramona shouted with a smile.

Barry huffed. "I know. I miss her too. I just wish I knew what I was missing,"

"Alright, how do we save her?" Barry walked into the Cortex where the rest of the team was.

"You believe me?" Cisco smiled.

"I'm not sure. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that Bloodwork needs to be stopped. We need to free all those people that he's taken. She just happens to be one of them."

Everybody was a little disappointed in what he said, but they understood. It was a lot to take at once and the fact that he was open to the idea now was a huge step from where they were before. It was one of those times they didn't appreciate his stubbornness. Really, they would take what they could get. He was willing to help give those people their eternal rest.

"Right, well, we can contain him easily. You proved that when you surprised him at his mother's house. The problem is going to be his army under his control. And who knows how many metas he has mind controlled, if he hasn't already consumed their dark matter." Julian said. "Even when wearing dampeners, Rosso was able to keep control of his army, most likely because his powers run on the absence of dark matter in his system. We need to account for that."

"So any ideas on how to break the connection between Rosso and his minions?" Barry asked.

"We'd need to either take down Rosso, so he never commands them again, or somehow drain the black blood from their system. The problem with that one is that we're pretty sure all the blood in their system is now black." Cisco informed them.

"What if we build something to interfere with his powers? Not to keep them inside, but to prevent them from getting out?" Barry suggested.

"What are you talking about? That's basically the same thing?" Joe spoke up.

"No, I think I'm getting what you're saying. You're thinking that instead of trying to stop his powers altogether, we should build something that prevents him from sending mental commands to his army." Julian said, his thoughts running to what they could make to accomplish this.

"Like an inhibitor, that would keep one's thoughts in their own mind." Cisco said excitedly. Turning to his computer, he began coming up with designs for the device to prevent Bloodwork's mental commands from reaching his army.

With that, Julian and Cisco began coming up with ideas, occasionally making a few calls to their other friends, on and off Earth, on their opinions to create this mental inhibitor.

"I think it best to just leave them to it. They'll call us if they make a breakthrough," Barry mumbled into Joe's ear, leading him out so they could go back to work.

A month came by and went before they managed to get a working prototype to test. During that time, there had been several other attacks at a multitude of places that didn't have any sort of pattern to it. Robberies, of equipment or just plain money. Sometimes it was just an attack to kill more people to bring to the other side.

"I present to you, the Cerebral Chamber!" Cisco shouted, showing a bright white cage with clear glass windows.

"Cisco, this is great! I will admit, I was thinking something a bit smaller." Barry said.

"We intended it to, but we needed to keep Bloodwork from removing it, so we thought, why not make it his cage as well?" Julian explained.

"So, what exactly is this thing supposed to be doing?"

"Well, we were being stupid. We were so focused on the part of preventing his blood from taking over other people, that we realized, it's not just the blood, it's the mind. This little baby has been designed to disrupt all psychic communication." Cisco patted the side of the prison cell. "We got info based on all the psychics we encountered, plus some readings from J'onn on Earth-38. It completely blocks off all psychics when inside. No psychic intrusion going in, no psychic attacks coming out."

"So this will completely isolate Rosso from his army," Barry said.

"And should give all the people he's controlled back their freedom." Julian added.

"But if that happens, what about all the people he's killed and brought back?" Joe couldn't help but ask. "What happens when they lose their psychic connection?"

"Ah, yes. Well, unfortunately we do not have the technology to bring back the dead. Not on a permanent basis at least. They're simple animations, they're not real people." Julian tried to explain. "There's a lesson in this. The dead should stay dead."

"We also built these as a prototype before deciding to switch to the chamber." Cisco took out something in his pocket, handing it to Barry. "Neural inhibitors. Place them on someone's forehead, it should work the same as the chamber. Like that helmet we built to combat Grodd and Mesmerize. Should give you a little reprieve against that group to get to Rosso."

"This is great. Thanks so much Cisco. How soon do you think we can get this started?" Barry asks.

"As soon as we manage to locate him. We've been keeping track of all of Rosso's assets and any close relations. Nothing so far," Julian tells them. "But he could just as easily be using a site that's connected to one of his victims and that pool of suspects is just too large and we can't figure that out,"

"Hey, since I apparently have a wife and she's been indoctrinated into his service, does that mean Rosso can access all of my property?" Barry pointed out.

There was a pause as both Cisco and Julian had their mouths open and close without any sound coming out of them. Their eyes were squinting as though they were readjusting their vision before they turned to each other. "It surely can't be that easy, can it?"

"I mean it was so obvious, we never thought to look into it."

"You mean to tell me that you haven't been monitoring Barry's assets this entire time, despite knowing that Rosso had the co-CEO of STAR FACS in his clutches?" Joe asked incredulously.

Cisco had the decency to look embarrassed. "We'll get right on that."

It took awhile, simply because there were so many places that had been left to Barry, and subsequently Caitlin, in Thawne's will. Places that Barry didn't even know about until he actually took a closer look on everything he'd inherited.

Apparently he had a summer home that the original Wells had from before Thawne took over. There was also some land that apparently contained a bunker underneath. He even had his own cabin out in Hawaii.

They searched it all extensively to see if there was any hint that Rosso was housing his small army there. They finally found a discrepancy among the list.

"This one is only listed in her name. All these other ones are listed under both our names," Barry noticed at the oddity.

It was a small shack a few towns over. A perfect safehouse with lots of land between it and the nearest place of civilization.

They raided the place, capturing the mindless minions and searching through the location, trying to find any clue as to where else Rosso might be hiding out.

"Did we get anything from those guys?" Joe asked when they all came back.

"No, once we placed those mind inhibitors on them, they collapsed like a puppet without its strings. They were dead and now they'll stay dead." Barry told him. "The problem now though is that we've tipped our hand. Rosso knows we're after him, he knows we have a way to free his slaves. And we've got no idea on what his plan could be. We probably scared him off to go even deeper into hiding."

"So then it's time to get ahead of this guy," Joe said.

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Cisco asked.

"By getting in this guy's head. Figuring out what he's going to do next before he even knows. So, what did you find?"

"Nothing!" Barry answered his guardian. "Some food, clothes, cash. He'd probably been hiding out there for a while. We just caught them while he wasn't there."

"And what does that tell you?"

"That he's probably got other hideouts. We only got one of them. But he's got access to all those people. Who knows where he could be?" Barry exclaimed.

"But this one was yours. At least, Caitlin's. He knew you would figure it out eventually. It would have been a lot safer if he didn't use your property. But he did. He put himself at risk." Joe explained.

"So he's a risk taker. He enjoys putting himself on the edge," Julian shrugged.

"No, that's not right. He's not a risk taker at all. His entire thing rests on the fact that he's not a risk taker. He's a coward. He keeps running. He's scared." Barry surged to his feet. "But that all changed when he became a metahuman."

"He became immortal. And he learned how to share that with others. Now he's got nothing to fear because he knows he can always save himself."

"So, what? He's got a god complex along with an inferiority complex?" Cisco asked.

"Yeah, and now he's trying to prove that everybody else is just like him, scared to death of… death. If we think of his minions as followers and their death as an initiation… this is a cult." Barry realized.

"So what's he going to do?" Joe questioned him, a hint of a smirk, showing he already knew what the answer would be.

"He's going to create a situation himself to show power. To… offer his power to the world." Barry narrowed his eyes before widening. "He's going to have his puppets launch an attack on innocent civilians. Either to turn them or scare them into accepting his powers."

"So why did he do what he did to you?" Cisco asked. "He could have just as easily turned you, regardless of what Caitlin did. He didn't have to keep his end of the deal."

"He enjoys seeing me suffer. To work blindly against his plan. It makes him feel powerful. I'm a threat to his plan, the main threat, and the idea that he has me in such a bind makes him feel in control of the situation. He's already doing it by using my property, but that was low hanging fruit. I'll bet he's been using more, he's just managed to cover his tracks better with these ones. So where would his main hideout be? What's the place, the one place, that would give him the ultimate satisfaction that he pulled one over on me?"

"In your house?" Julian suggested.

Barry shook his head. "Can't be in my house. I would have noticed. I have cameras and security that I constantly check. But I think you're onto something. He'd want to be close by. I do have a lot of land around the mansion. With noticeably laxer security. Maybe he's camping out there!"

Barry rushed off to search the property around the mansion he'd inherited. There were plenty of places to hide around there. Even Barry didn't know every inch of that place. It would be easy to stay out there with none the wiser.

As soon as Barry departed, the Cortex sounded an alarm.

Cisco checked the monitors and his eyes widened in panic. "Guys?"

Barry rushed into the trees, searching for places that would make for good shelter. Something inconspicuous enough that it wouldn't draw attention to it. But still house everything that one would need for survival and concealment. And with enough space for multiple people and any equipment they would need.

"Cisco, can you get a satellite image of this place? Do you see a place that might be more likely for Rosso to take up than others?" All he got back was static. "Cisco?"

After a couple more tries with no difference, Barry sighed and just kept searching. Maybe there was a cave out here that Barry didn't know about that led to an underground system. That would seem like something Thawne would have just in case.

After what seemed like hours, Barry finally stumbled upon a group of rocks that seemed to have been disturbed. There was dirt on top of the rocks that were in various stages of drying. And the noticeable impressions in the ground showed where the rocks had once been.

Being cautious, Barry slowly crept closer to the group of rocks, crouching down to avoid detection. Leaning against the rocks, he slowly inched forward to try to get a glimpse of what may be inside the heap of stone.

It seemed Barry's attempts of being discrete were for naught though when someone slammed his head against the rock wall followed by a neck chop, causing him to blackout. In the back of his mind, he was wondering why he keeps leaving his backside exposed.

That sounded familiar. Where had he heard that before?

When Barry woke up, he was laying on his back staring up at a hole in the ceiling that was letting in a ray of sunlight. Taking in his surroundings, Barry realized it was more like a cave. Around the edge of the light, he was surrounded by all kinds of people, but the one thing they all had in common was their black eyes.

"Rosso!" Barry shouted. "Come out and face me!" Barry huffed in frustration, the pain in the back of his head not registering in his anger. "You're going to pay for what you did to me!"

As one, the enslaved parted like the sea to reveal Rosso sitting on a slab of stone shaped like a chair. There was a beam of light hitting him from above through a crack in the ceiling. Barry thought he looked very pretentious.

"'What I did to you'?" He said. He was sneering at him from atop the rock. That was just like him, distancing himself from his followers, literally being above them. "Tell me, what did I do to you?"

"You messed with my mind. You took the most important person in my life from me! You have no idea what you've done to me!" Barry shouted.

"That's nice, but the fact of the matter is, I don't really care. It was for my amusement. The fact that I had such control over you at that moment. I could have made you do anything I wanted. Just thinking about it makes me quiver in excitement."

Barry glared up at him. How could someone think such things and call it enough justification in his head? "So what do you plan to do with me now?"

"Now? Now is when you see what happens when you fail,"

All of a sudden, Barry felt a pain in his head. He was being assaulted by images. Images of people screaming, running away in fear. Bodies with blood pouring out of them that turned black. Then the blood would reverse its flow and the body would stand back up and join them in their march.

"What's happening?" Barry mumbled.

"I'm showing you images with my latent psychic powers. I've developed them so that I don't need a direct connection anymore. Although the proximity helps. It's right now. What you are seeing is what's happening right now."

"You're having them march the city. I knew you were going to cause a mass panic, but I didn't realize how soon." Barry gasped.

"All I was waiting for was you to catch up. And oh look. There are your friends now." Barry's mind flashed with pictures of people fighting back. Joe, Julian, and prominently Cisco getting people away and trying to distract the group of controlled beings.

"No," Barry muttered. He could tell his friends would soon be overwhelmed. There were simply too many at once and they were increasing with each passing second. "Stop this!"

"Why would I? I'm fixing things. No longer do we need to fear our mortality, our weakness. I have created the solution to all our problems."

"Running away never fixes anything. Life is precious because it's fleeting. It's not meant to last forever. This is just violence. And when violence is good, it's only temporary. The suffering lasts a lifetime." Barry called out.

"Don't spout such foolishness. Life is suffering. But it's the kind we know. It's here and not an abstract concept or a riddle. Do you really have such faith in a better ending?"

"I know you're suffering. I know the hardships and the torture this past year has brought to you. But that doesn't mean you get to torture others to feel your pain. In the end, at your core, you are nothing but a coward."

There was silence on both ends of the conversation. Barry was looking up at him, daring him to call an attack from his minions, but to his surprise, he rose from his makeshift throne and stepped towards him. That was unexpected. Rosso tended to avoid confrontation when he could. The moment the option was available, he sent his lackeys to do his dirty work for him. "You're right. It is time to finish this. It's time I stop hiding. You are the last hurdle I need to dispose of, and if I am to ever truly be rid of you, I need to be the one to accomplish it."

Rosso lunged at him with Barry sidestepping out of the way. Rosso's body was still human with human reflexes. Rosso's powers may be otherworldly, but he was no match for Barry in a combat situation.

Fists were flying, each one driving itself into Rosso's midsection. In the blink of an eye Rosso had collapsed with his hands clutching his stomach in pain. But then Rosso got back up, looking none the worse for wear. Rosso gave a half-hearted shrug and then got into a fighting stance and gestured for Barry to come get him, which he was glad to comply with.

Barry ran right at him, giving a right hook straight to his face, forcing blood out of his mouth. Rosso just spit it out and moved his jaw like it was stiff. Then he was right back into it.

Now Barry was starting to get suspicious. Most people would have crumpled under such an assault. But Rosso was getting back up like it wasn't bothering him in the slightest. What was his secret? Barry needed to figure it out soon because he had another army to stop from turning everybody in Central City into a mindless zombie.

It was under a particularly brutal assault that Barry finally figured it out and he was honestly embarrassed that it took him so long to solve. Barry delivered a vicious jab to his chest and Barry could feel the ribcage shatter under his attack, but at the same time, he could feel it mend itself right against his fist.

Enhanced healing.

That was the secret. It made sense in a way. For someone to revive the dead, of course he'd be able to heal any injury whatsoever, even for himself. That just meant that no matter how much Barry attacked him, Rosso would just be able to heal all the damage in seconds, not leaving anytime for the injuries to hinder him in the fight, all the while Barry would tire under the assault. Barry wouldn't be able to keep this up forever. This was a battle of attrition.

Could Rosso keep this up indefinitely? He'd often boasted the fact that he was immortal now. Where did all this energy come from? Even Barry's healing required constant sustenance to keep up. No, it was probably coming from somewhere, but a different source than Barry's own. But he didn't have time to figure that out. He needed a way to circumvent it.

Attacks were coming from all directions at once towards Rosso, but still he managed to pull himself back together. Sometimes in a literal sense. As in, Barry would literally chop off his appendages; fingers, flesh, his foot. All of it was mended back together with black tendrils that reached towards the severed piece of flesh. One time Barry was getting desperate and ripped Rosso's heart out and kept it out of his reach. It melted in Barry's hand and then Rosso got back up so Barry could only assume he grew himself a new heart.

Barry even reduced parts of Rosso to ashes with his lightning and Rosso could just undo the damage somehow. Could Barry place a neural inhibitor on him? It would buy him some time to really deal in some damage, but that would only be fleeting.

By now, Barry could feel the fatigue. His movements were getting slower, his knuckles were covered in blood, both his own and Rosso's and he was starting to feel the sting on them. Rosso managed to land some shots himself which was decidedly not helping the situation.

By now Barry was acting on instinct and when Rosso made a reckless charge at him, Barry just grabbed him and pulled him up, lighting up his body with electricity, electrocuting Rosso along with him. Rosso screamed in pain and spasmed with lightning flowing through his body. Barry just kept up the charge, not wanting to give any moment for Rosso to heal himself but Rosso lost control of himself there.

And all of a sudden, some bodies were falling to the ground. Barry didn't let up on the electrocution, but he took note of his surroundings. This was probably the best chance he had at inflicting lasting damage since Rosso wasn't currently in control of himself. He may be able to heal his injuries, but he could still feel pain.

It was then Barry had an idea. A horrible idea. One that would have lasting consequences that he really had no idea what that would lead to. Rosso was still connected to an entire army out there, though they had likely also lessened as Rosso was in the throes of pain.

Slamming Rosso to the ground, Barry held a hand to his head. "Don't make me do this. We can just stop," Barry pants, sweat dripping down his cowl.

Immediately Rosso knew what was happening. It was a psychic's greatest weakness and most powerful strength. He didn't care though. He fought. He lost. But through it all, he would survive, as was his nature now. And that was really all he cared about in the end. Rosso laughed. Despite being on the verge of losing everything, he never felt more alive. He never felt like he lived until now, when it was all threatened to be taken away.

"Do you think I'll ever see my mother again?"

Barry didn't have the heart to answer. Instead he let out a great sigh and vibrated his hand with Rosso's head still clenched between his fingers. The rapid movement and shaking rattled Rosso's brain in his skull. It wasn't long until the rest of Rosso's body slackened.

Barry kept up the vibrations for another full minute just to make sure and when he was finished, he let Rosso go. Rosso just collapsed. His eyes unseeing and drool dripping out of his mouth. His mind was gone. Barry literally shook it out of him and all that was left was this vegetable, no longer able to function as a normal human being.

Barry fell back as the rest of the bodies around him fell to the ground. Barry just did that. He'd erased a man's identity from his head. A fate worse than death some would say. But Rosso literally couldn't die. And he wasn't stopping. It was his only way of victory. He couldn't run out of here, not then. There were too many people between him and the exit, each of them possibly with their own powers that they would use should he try to leave. This was Rosso's fight and he wasn't going to let him just leave.

It was an excuse. He knew. But he didn't know what else he could have done.

Ramsey Rosso may not be dead. But now he was truly gone.

The next few days were filled with a solemn duty that Barry return all those that had been controlled back to their proper place. Those that had survived the ordeal. In the end, only a handful had actually been alive and kept that way when they had been turned. Most had been killed and their bodies reanimated through sheer force of will from Rosso. But that was no longer viable as Ramsey Rosso was now brain dead and locked away in the Cerebral Chamber that Cisco and Julian had fashioned and placed in a secure ARGUS facility.

Barry wasn't sure who was luckier. The ones who could return but were left with mental scars of their experiences as a slave in their own mind, or those who had been brutally slaughtered and left in their eternal rest.

In complete honesty, Barry embraced the chaos. Helping those others get back on their own feet. Informing loved ones of what happened and returning the bodies for a proper burial. Anything to distract him from his own dilemma.

He didn't know how to talk to his wife.

Or rather, he didn't know how to talk to the stranger that was also his wife.

Despite everything, Barry's memories had never returned. He got impressions, feelings of what used to be there, but nothing concrete. Maybe given some more time, he might be able to retrieve a few memories but it didn't seem likely he'd be able to get back to the man he used to be. Too much time will have passed since he'd lost his memories and fashioned his own to fill in the gaps.

J'onn J'onzz had even warned them of something similar happening on his own Earth, of how he'd erased all memories of Kara as Supergirl from Alex's head in order to protect her identity. That it would be dangerous to bring up those memories through psychic interference now that his brain had cemented itself to its new reality. Taking away memories was easier than putting in new ones. After all, human beings forget things all the time. It would require very specific circumstances for Barry to regain his old memories without leaving him catatonic.

That wasn't exactly what they wanted to hear.

Although many were pretty grateful that Barry hadn't dropped dead like all the others who were dead before. By all accounts, Barry was dead before he'd been revived. It was Bloodwork's powers that brought him back and all the others that had gone under a similar process had been returned to their inanimate existence. But not Barry. The closest they could find was that Rosso had stayed true to his word. After placing the compulsions in Barry to return home, Barry did not receive any other psychic orders from him, meaning Barry wasn't living off of the psychic transmissions Rosso sent that kept the others alive. It was a small miracle.

Barry just didn't know what to do. There was a constant fear in the back of his head that one day he'd just drop dead unexpectedly, that the psychic work done on him would come undone without Rosso there and on top of that, he had a stranger living in his house. He didn't know her. What made it worse was that she was expecting someone else. Someone that he wasn't. Not anymore. The only reason he tolerated her presence was because of Ramona. She was coming up on a year now and she deserved to have both of her parents with her, no matter how he felt about the situation.

He should have known that the current situation wouldn't last. From what he'd seen and observed, Caitlin was a very confrontational person who wasn't afraid to speak her mind when necessary. The only reason the silence had lasted so long was because she was waiting for him to approach her after a brief adjustment period. Either she got fed up with waiting or she sensed that he had no intention of initiating contact was up in the air though.

Barry had just put Ramona to sleep in her crib, silently creeping out of the room and closed the door. Turning around, he saw the stranger/wife/mother-of-his-child staring at him with a crossed look and hands on her hips. He could've sworn her eyes were glowing for a second but dismissed it. Bottom line, she was pissed.

"We need to have a long overdue conversation." Caitlin demanded.

Barry sighed. He knew he should've expected this but was it so wrong that he was hoping they could exist in this limbo for a little longer?

"Alright, let's talk." Barry conceded.

"Now not just a wait a minute-" Caitlin said in a jumble of confusion, mixing her words around. She wasn't expecting him to be so forthcoming. "Uhh, good. Because we need to talk. Right now."

"Yeah," Barry nodded. "Let's talk in the kitchen." That was a neutral space far enough away from Ramona that their discussion wouldn't wake her up.

Caitlin just looked at him with a strange expression on her face. Barry didn't know why it was there. Was it so strange that he wanted to have a calm conversation with her? Barry kind of didn't want the answer to that.

They made their way to the kitchen where Caitlin immediately pressed a finger to his chest. "You've been avoiding me," she accused him.

"I have," he admitted.

"Don't deny-" Caitlin cut herself off. She stared at him with that strange expression again. "Why are you like this?"

"Why? Because I don't know you. You're a stranger to me. I have no reason to be upset with you other than the fact that you're living with me. But I'm willing to bear with it because you're Ramona's mother." Barry slowly explained.

"Stop that," Caitlin demanded.

"Stop what?" he couldn't help asking.

"Stop being so understanding! Usually you'd be laying it on me. Let me know how you feel loudly to get your point across. Be a little unreasonable!"

"I can't. I can't give you what you want. I don't know you. I don't have any idea of what to do here. Why can't you understand that?!" Barry shouted to the heavens. This wasn't even a conversation with her anymore. He just needed to get all this out now. "I'm not the Barry you knew! Everything from the past 5 years has been replaced with what I know. Maybe he's in here, somewhere," Barry pointed in his head. "But I'm different now. I've changed from who I was. This is who I am now. And I don't know you. I'm sorry, but I don't. I get feelings, impressions of who I used to be sometimes, but I just can't grasp it. I'm not the one you're searching for, and I can't be who you want me to be."

"I just want my husband back. I want the man I fell in love with," Caitlin declares.

"I don't love you. I don't feel anything about you." Barry quietly admits, feeling saddened by the admission and he could tell there were tears filling up her eyes.

They were both silent after that remark.

"But I wouldn't mind if you were to stay here, if that's okay with you?" Barry asked almost sheepishly. "I can't ask you to move out just on my account. This is your home too. Ramona is your daughter as well. And I'd love to get to know you all over again. To know what I was really like."

Barry hesitantly offered her a hand that Caitlin was left staring at. She gave him a watery smile and grasped his hand in her's. "I'd love to get to know you too. But first, let's start with introductions. My name is Caitlin Snow. You used to call me Mrs. Frosty."

"Really? That was original. What was I thinking?" Barry asked mostly to himself. "Hi Caitlin, my name is Barry Allen. It's great to meet you."

"I used to call you Fleet Feet," Caitlin revealed.

"And I let you? Exactly how in love with you was I?"

"When we met, it was love at first sight. In the exact opposite direction," Caitlin bit her lip to fight down her smile.

"Huh," Barry contemplated for a moment. "Would you mind telling me about it?"

"How much time do you have?"

Here we are. Don't kill me. I know I promised that Barry would get his memories back, and he will. Just not now. He will come next season. There were some things I would change here, like I would actually show the siege, but I couldn't find a good place to put it. There was originally supposed to be another final scene at the end, but I decided to cut it. It was just awkward.

The duo are reunited but not without their hardships. They're both in a different place, but they're willing to go through it to make it work. This ending will probably leave many of you frustrated but it's the ending I chose. Don't worry though. This is going to be the lowest point in their relationship. Everything is going up from here. You'll see.

And now what you've all been wanting to know, the current status of season 7. It's slow going, but I've encountered some inspiration, so hopefully it'll be out in a few months. But we'll see how long it lasts and if life doesn't get in the way.

Now to tell you something that I've decided. After going over the latest seasons of The Flash, I have come to the decision that season 7 is going to be the final season of the series. There is just no redeeming quality of the most recent seasons that I want to incorporate, so this is where we're going to end. It's been a long ride, but it's finally time to call it.

I hope to see you all back for THE FINAL SEASON!