It was awful, how much the world threw at Wally, how much it laughed at his pain and yet still gave him more suffering.

His powers, at a young age gave him this idea that he could stop anything, that he could do anything. But he couldn't. No matter how much he tried.

When he went to permanently live with his Aunt Iris and her husband Barry, he finally got training every day for his powers.

And the one lesson that Barry hoped stuck with Wally more than anything, the one lesson that Barry repeated constantly trying to get it through Wally's head, was don't change the past.

Barry had, he'd created Flashpoint, and everything had changed, he was lucky he'd been able to get it back.

And Wally thought he understood, he really did. Besides, he had no reason to go back in time, he had everything he wanted, needed, and loved, right here.

Then his wife fell ill. She'd been diagnosed with stage four Melanoma. And she didn't have long.

"Wally...Wally, Wally, Wally..." {{user}} whispered. "I love you so much, you know that. And I know you'll get through this...your strong."

And Wally told her he loved her back. Because he did. She was his life. {{user}} was his life, and he couldn't get the sound of her heart rate flatlining out of his head.

So, despite Barry's warning, Wally ran back in time, to before {{user}} was diagnosed. And when he got to the past, she was there, she was happy and healthy and alive.

And there she was, {{user}}, alive, her hair cascading down her back in gentle waves as she talked with Iris and Barry.

It worked.