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[absbylightning]

[Someone comes right through that breach and is bewildered! He points at the breach as it closes with wide eyes and looks around]

...Dr. Wells? Helloooo?

Was that one of Cisco's projects and I took a wrong turn somewhere?

[Seriously, he just woke up from a nine month coma a few weeks ago. How is he supposed to get used to this kind of thing? He barely got the stopping thing going.]

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[absbylightning]

[That causes an echoed reaction in Barry.]

Man in--you know who the man in yellow is.

[That's not a question. It's a statement.]

[thishouseisbitchin]

He isn't the same as himself! Nora Allen. Cisco. Rex Tyler. Doctor Mid-Nite. He stole his face!

[absbylightning]

Okay. Okay, so he steals faces. You need to tell me who he is so I can save her. I can save dad.

[thishouseisbitchin]

Nora can't be here.

[absbylightning]

[That gets him pissed off]

Why?

[thishouseisbitchin]

[ Shaking his head. ]

The man in yellow.

[absbylightning]

Who is he? We can--we can get dad out of Iron Heights.

[thishouseisbitchin]

Jay isn't dad. He shakes his head. Another face.

[absbylightning]

Jay? Who's Jay? No, I"m talking about dad. My dad. We can clear his name if you can just tell me who the man in yellow is.

[thishouseisbitchin]

Harrison Wells turned me over to that beast.

[absbylightning]

What does Dr. Wells have to do with this?

[thishouseisbitchin]

He killed my mother. The man in yellow.

[absbylightning]

...Dr. Wells? He's...he's the man in yellow?

[thishouseisbitchin]

The man in yellow killed my mother.

[absbylightning]

[How often had he said that sentence himself? Barry tries not to be frustrated with...himself. And it clicks.]

...he wouldn't. Why would he?

[thishouseisbitchin]

[ A shake of his head, more drawing. Or, well. No, he seems to be writing at this point. A set of words that may seem fairly familiar: 'Run, Barry, Run' ]

[absbylightning]

[He frowns deeply]

We need to stop him, Barry. Come on, this is our chance to get dad out of prison.

[thishouseisbitchin]

[ A hesitant humorless laugh. ]

Joe would know. What to do.

[absbylightning]

He...he knows?

[thishouseisbitchin]

Joe knows what to do.

[absbylightning]

[He's just getting more and more frustrated]

...yeah, let's just get you some help.

[thishouseisbitchin]

[ He smiles at well...his younger self. A sort of 'you do that, Barry. I'll be right here.' sort of vague smile. ]