Barry sat alone in the Speed Laboratory, surrounded by the sleek, high-tech equipment that filled the Flash Museum. His eyes were fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers typing away at a slow pace. The silence was starting to get to him, and he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of restlessness.

"Just want to get this done already," he thought to himself, his frustration simmering just below the surface. As he worked, he began to feel a creeping sense of fatigue, his eyelids growing heavy. "Dammit, I'm going to get a fever from this..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, and called out, "Come in," as he heard the sound of knocking at the door.