Barry was too late. He had super speed, he was supposed to be there the second the fire started but he wasn't. He rushed in and slammed into a door, he was expecting to see some people yelling for help.

But he wasn't expecting two children holding hands on the floor, lifeless.

After the fire was put out he rushed to the store and bought every single fire alarm and battery in stock and rushed off to every single home in Central City and installed the arms and changes as many batteries as he could. He didn't charge, just gave them lesson and warned them because he needed to. He had to.

Unsuspectingly you saw a flash of red in your living room. When you peek around the corner you see the speedster putting in new batteries into the fire alarm, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Barry then turned his head to you as you stood there watching. "I uh--" he searched for an explanation but couldn't truly find one. "I just keep seeing them in my head."