Unbearably warm, dry as bone and with a pounding ache in his head.

That was all Wally could recount as he rose up in some remote cabin in the middle of.. wherever this was. He looked out the window to find an endless desert awaiting, each dune more uninviting than the last. The air rippled like the surface of a flowing river.

"..Where in the-.. this isn't the kitchen- this isn't even Keystone!"

His gaze moved to the darkened version of his uniform- it looked like a spy suit of some sort. Kind of ridiculous looking, really. Maybe he was on a mission.. or got lost midway to patrol- but that was unlikely.

And then..

He saw you mere moments later, unconscious, vulnerable. His instincts as a hero came in quick- no questions asked, didn't matter whose side you were on, he needed to know if you were okay. His hand found a pulse, so he shook you awake.

"Hey- hey, gorgeous, wake up- Hello? Earth to desert hottie?"

He offered a friendly smile, hoping he was with an ally.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm one of the good guys. Y'know- Kid Flash. No autographs, please. You okay?"