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Last season on The Flash...
Hi, Mom and Dad. If you're watching this,
it means that something went wrong.
What's happening?
A new timeline is setting in.
- Thank you for everything. - We love you.
Look, Kamilla, I don't want to keep this from you anymore.
If being Vibe is a part of the life you want,
I would never get in the way of that.
I want to take the cure.
Killer Frost and I are really gonna miss Vibe.
Me too.
Dad.
I'd like my replacement to be you, Joe.
- As captain? - Captain Joe West.
None of you can stop what's been set into motion.
Because nothing you can do can alter what's about to happen.
It's a system-wide power surge.
It's coming from the time vault.
- Are we under attack? - I don't know.
Whatever's going on started the moment we left.
I wasn't perfect.
Please remember that I love you both.
And I always will. And I always will.
And I always will. Always will...
Barry, Nora's message.
Why is it every time I come to visit, there's always a crisis?
Comes with the meta territory.
750 mph, he's getting faster.
- Who is this guy, anyway? - An old family friend.
His name's Godspeed, and he's from the future.
He's like a fake speedster.
What's that?
The real deal.
Kick his butt, Barry.
Done and done-r.
Who are you, and what are you doing in Central City?
He's just like the others. No language skills, just noise.
Lovely.
What was that?
The fourth Godspeed we've caught this summer,
and still no sign of Mr. August Heart.
Just another dummy who can't
communicate anything beyond modem speak.
All right. I'm clocking out.
Why don't you drop off G4 at Iron Heights, Barry.
I don't think we're figuring out this mystery today.
This is nice, Dad. We should do this way more often.
Agreed.
Hey, before I forget, congratulations on The Citizen.
Yeah, well, you know, there's millions of people in Central City,
and I've only got a couple hundred thousand subscribers, you know?
I'm no CCPN.
Well, not yet. But in about ten years,
you'll be a Pulitzer Prize-winning empire.
Baby steps, Dad.
Damn, this is good.
You know, you can't get drunk.
I don't even care, that's how good this is.
Never fear, the party's here!
We brought my famous ambrosia salad, and veggie dogs for Ralph.
- Guys, Ralph's still in Peru. - Or Monaco. Or Texas?
All that for a Missing Persons case? That's dedication.
Guys, guys, what are we doing?
Baby Jenna's napping like a little angel,
and I have creamed corn, I have candied yams, I have collard greens.
Mmm.
Baby, let's eat.
Wow.
- How's the MAC coming? - There's mac and cheese, too?
No, the Mental Augmentation Chamber.
Basically, it allows us to tap into the Speed Force
to boost Barry's cognitive abilities.
It would allow him to see
every possible outcome to a scenario at the same time.
So, speed-thinking?
Which means we'll be able to catch all the bad guys faster.
With all the ones that you brought in this summer, Barry,
the DA's office can barely keep up with you.
Hey, since the MAC's done, we should take it for a test run.
Absolutely not. You know we're still working out diagnostics.
We could put in a few hours tonight, get a head start.
Barry, if there's anything I've learned
since leaving Vibe behind,
it's that we all have a work-life balance to protect.
And right now, mine is tipping towards more beer.
Besides, I still gotta tweak the mainframe,
and I can't do that without...
Every time.
...my tablet. Thank you.
I'm gonna go get that beer.
Hey, so the last time I talked to you guys, you seemed good.
You guys good?
We were devastated at first, but Nora's only gone for right now.
We're gonna have kids someday, and then we'll have another Nora.
Yeah. I think knowing that
we have a second chance makes all the difference.
I gotta go. A break-in at East Side Industrial.
Dad, um, I meant to ask you,
what did you do with those boxes that were in the back of the garage?
Oh, he finally threw them away. Thank you very much.
Okay. I gotta make a call.
Guys, I'm sorry, I actually have to sneak out, too,
a friend of mine from med school needs my support.
Thanks for having me. It was delicious.
Bye, Caitlin.
You notice ain't nobody help clean up?
My name is Ramsey Rosso...
and my mother, Dr. Rachel Rosso, was everything to me.
When I was seven, I skidded out pretty badly on a bike
she bought me for my birthday.
Imagine a scared kid with two scraped knees and a bloody nose.
When Mum found me, she picked me right up,
she brushed me off
and told me to get back on my bike and ride.
I tried, but I couldn't.
It was almost like I was paralyzed. It hurt so bad.
That's when she told me that I would heal.
That I must never let a little pain
stop me from getting to where I needed to go in life.
And she was right.
I did heal.
Enough to grow up and follow in her footsteps.
And even though a beautiful life was cut short
when she lost her battle to heal herself...
she's still helping me to get to where I need to go today.
And for that, I will always be grateful.
Thank you, Jonathan.
Ramsey, hi.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Your mother was an incredible woman. I'm gonna miss her.
It means so much that you came.
Mum actually saw something of herself in you.
Probably because you're both overachievers.
Your hands are so cold.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Sorry, I'm fine. I'm probably just coming down with something.
I hope not. Doctors make rubbish patients.
- It was nice to see you. - Caitlin...
Things have been a bit, uh, crazy.
Do you fancy coming around for a cuppa sometime?
You know, for a proper catch up.
I could really use someone to talk to right now.
Of course, any time. Just give me a call.
Well, my log says that your father's stuff
should've ended up somewhere around here.
Here it is.
Must be pretty important.
Yeah, it is. Thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Hang on, I got you!
Hang on!
Are you okay?
What the hell?
I missed you last night. Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah.
What were you doing out here, anyway?
I was following up on a lead.
The Citizen got a tip that there were a series of junkyard robberies.
People file police reports for stolen trash?
Yeah, well, you know, not everything that's here is garbage.
Everything here is garbage!
I hate garbage!
Okay, have fun with Ghostbusters.
- I'll see you at home. - Mmm-hmm.
What do you got?
This site is littered, no pun intended,
with gamma rays and magnetar fields.
What are you saying? Iris was attacked by a...
Yeah.
A frackin' black hole.
That is a whole lot of information to disseminate.
No one's ever extrapolated this much data from a black hole before.
We can be the first.
Come on, we're Team Flash.
What did you put in his coffee?
Okay, a black hole just showed up and nearly swallowed Iris.
So, let's crunch the numbers, find out where it went.
I'm sorry, are we looking at the same screen?
Creating a search algorithm for this is gonna be
like deciphering a mystery wrapped up in an enigma.
Then it's a good thing that mystery is my middle name.
The name is Dibny...
Ralph Dibny.
Welcome back, Ralph.
It's good to see you, man.
Nice threads, where did you get them?
Picked this up in the Opal.
A Missing Persons case send you all the way to Opal City?
And beyond, my friend.
A summer spend undercover rubbing Rolexes with the wealthy elite.
Did you guys know it's pronounced "yacht" and not "ya-ch-t"?
- Yeah. - God, I missed you.
Anyway, just following any leads that might help explain
the disappearance of Sue Dearbon.
I don't think I've ever seen you this devoted to a case.
Me neither, but this one is a real tragedy.
Maybe it was the look of desperation in her parents' eyes,
when they begged me to find their daughter.
So, uh, what's new in Central City?
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