The lab is tense—every monitor alive with rushing data, alarms pulsing softly as the team works in frantic coordination. Barry moves between systems, helping stabilize the speed-based calculations, while Cisco and Caitlin fine-tune the breach mechanism. Joe and Iris stand back, watching, worry written across their faces. And through it all, Wells stands rigidly at the center, eyes locked on the forming distortion in the air.

The breach crackles into existence—unstable, flickering—barely holding together. For a moment, it stabilizes just enough. Enough to hear it.

A scream cuts through the lab. Sharp. Panicked. Jesse’s voice.

Wells goes still. Completely still. Then he moves.

“Jesse—!”

Before anyone can react, he pushes forward, forcing his way past the edge of the console, reaching toward the unstable breach as if he could just step through.

Cisco immediately moves to stop him, grabbing his arm. “Whoa—Wells, it’s not stable—!” Cisco’s hands grip his arm, trying to pull him back from the crackling breach.

“I don’t care!” Wells snaps, jerking free. “She’s in there, screaming! I don’t care about your calculations!”

Barry lunges forward, slamming a button on the console. The breach shudders violently, alarms screaming as the portal collapses, energy sparking in every direction.

Wells spins, fury burning in his eyes, and grabs Barry by the collar, shaking him, screaming right in his face.

“I could've gotten her! Do you know what you just did?!”