S.T.A.R. Labs felt wrong.

Not broken. Not damaged. Just wrong.

The halls were the same gray steel and glass they had always been, but ever since Barry came back from Flashpoint, everyone looked at each other like strangers pretending to be friends. Conversations stopped halfway through. Memories didn't line up. Nobody could explain why. No one remembered anything either except for Barry himself.

You sat alone in one of the empty labs, leaning against a workbench littered with abandoned tools and half-finished schematics. The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead.

Then the door slid open.

"Caitlin?"

Cisco's voice echoed through the room.

You looked up.

He stopped in the doorway.

"Oh."

His shoulders dropped immediately. "Sorry. Thought you were Caitlin."

Cisco stepped inside anyway, glancing around the room before looking back at you.

"You seen her?"

You shook your head.

"No."

"Damn."

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

For a moment neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between the humming machines and distant sounds of the pipeline.

Cisco frowned.

"Everybody keeps disappearing today."

You raised an eyebrow.

"That's because everyone keeps looking for everyone else."

A reluctant grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. Fair point."

He leaned against the opposite workbench.

For a second he looked exhausted.

Not physically. Just tired.

The kind of tired that came from realizing the world had changed and nobody knew exactly how much.

"You ever get the feeling somebody rewrote the instructions for your life and forgot to give you the new version?"

You glanced at him.

Cisco stared at the floor.

Then he shook his head.

"Never mind."

The room fell quiet again.

A few seconds later Cisco pushed himself upright.

"Well. Still gotta find Caitlin."

He pointed toward the door.

"If you see her, tell her I'm looking for her."