The Flash

Barry, please!

That's not me!

This can't be happening.

Are you real?

No, of course you're not.

That's it. That's it.

I've finally lost it.

It's okay. I-I'm real.

Oh, my...

I...

Oh, I-I...

I can't believe I'm talking to another person.

It's been so long.

Wait, I know you...

you and your husband, Joseph Carver,

you founded McCulloch Technologies.

You're Eva McCulloch.

But you're supposed to be dead.

No.

Not dead.

Just trapped.

Now so are you.

You see, until now, this place was a whole world

with one inhabitant...

- Me. - This must be another Earth.

Same Earth. Another dimension.

You see, a mirror-version of Central City.

Same city, same buildings, just empty.

- _ - Who are you anyway?

I'm Iris West-Allen.

I'm a reporter for "The CC Citizen."

Never heard of it.

Not that it matters.

God, it feels so good to have a conversation

that's not one-sided.

Everything is backwards.

Eva, you said that this place

was a mirror-version of our own.

How is that possible?

Think of it like this:

our reality is observed by three dimensions:

width, depth, and length.

The superstring theory posits

that there are other realities,

fractal dimensions humans can't see.

So...

Two sides.

One, our world.

The other is just some empty reflection.

I'm a quantum engineer.

It's... it's my wheelhouse.

Yeah, that is a side-effect of this dimension.

I... I barely notice them anymore.

How did you end up here, Eva?

Six years ago,

I was developing the technology

to open doors to other planes of existence.

I was in my office

the night Harrison Wells' dream went up in smoke.

I've been here ever since.

Dark matter must have washed over that mirror

and created a doorway.

I was in this office when I got pulled in too.

But that's not all.

There is someone else on the other side of that mirror,

another me.

How is that possible, Eva?

A fractal variable caused by the mirror.

A duplicate of you.

You mean the mirror left a fake clone of me

in the real world?

We're getting out of here.

I've tried. For six years,

I've been in my own personal hell.

Eva, I have to go home.

I'm sorry you're stuck here, but...

I thought I was gonna die here alone.

At least now there's two of us.

Investigation into the disappearance

of socialite Sue Dearbon.

Day 274

since her parents first hired me to find her.

Status update.

Nothing.

Sue's trail went cold in Midway City

after Remington Meister provided a dead end.

- However, she was there. - _

Meister confirmed that much.

Hey, what are you still doing here... oh, seriously?

Ralph. When I left last night,

you were standing here staring at the exact same board,

same as the night before.

Honey, don't you think maybe

it's time you got a little help?

- And a shower? - Cecile, this is my process.

I work things out with the only person

that can keep up with my beautiful detective mind.

- Me. - You could work with me.

We took down the FEMA guy together, that was so great.

You're not loving that, all right.

Cecile, you know me.

I-I like doing things my own way.

Ralph...

every Holmes needs a Watson.

Hang on.

What is it?

So a couple months ago, I put up these alerts

on Sue's bank accounts, trusts, and credit cards.

Apparently, she just made a small deposit on...

an apartment in Central City.

See? Told you.

- Only partner I need is... - This guy.

See you.

Oh, wow, something definitely just died in here.

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Kara and Lex Luthor?

Man, this post-Crisis world

gets harder to understand every day.

Right?

- Man. - What's wrong?

I'm still sore

from our little double date with Amunet and Goldface.

So, so weird.

Maybe you should stay home today.

No, no.

Are you working on more Black Hole stuff?

Yeah, I think I am getting

really close to taking this son of a bitch down.

Yeah.

That's the mirror gun?

Yeah, it contains bleeding-edge

reflective micro-chip technology.

If I can examine the gun up close,

then maybe I can find some kind of small clue

that connects the gun to Black Hole

since McCulloch created it.

It's still in the Starchives, right?

Yeah, yeah, it is.

Could you... get it for me?

I-I mean, unlocking a weapon like that

sounds like a bad idea.

Barry, it's me.

I-I know, but I mean, after what just happened

with you and Carver... w-what if the gun

fell into the wrong hands?

Just like the cold gun fell into Snart's.

It won't, trust me.

Iris, I... look, you I trust,

but... the guy who just tried to

to have you assassinated,

not so much.

I mean, and if Black Hole had a weapon

as powerful as the mirror gun,

I mean, there's no telling what could happen.

Yeah, you're right. I will...

I'll try a different angle.

I'm just being cautious.

Yeah, I know, I get it.

Have fun.

Okay.

Not exactly the Ritz.

Get down!

What the hell, lady?

Hey, I just saved your life.

You're welcome, by the way.

Oh, my God.

It's you.

You're Sue Dearbon.

In the flesh.

And you are?

No one followed us. We're clear.

Sue, I... I have been looking for you

- for nine months. - Ouch.

I hope you don't bill by the hour.

Where have you been?

A-and why did your apartment explode in my face?

Yeah, hate it when that happens.

Look, I'm serious. Now who set that bomb?

Why are they trying to kill you?

And how long has this been going on for?

My ex. Because I know too much.

About nine months. You done?

No, I'm most certainly not done.

Why is your ex sending you explosive candy grams?

The cheap stuff.

Look. Drinks later.

Spilling your guts to tell a tragic story?

- That'd be now. - Fine.

I fell in love with a murderer.

Happy?

John Loring.

Turns out Mr. Dreamy Muscles and charisma-for-miles

was also a major arms dealer on the black market.

So why does Loring want you dead?

Because I stumbled across his client lists,

weapons inventory, and everything else

that exposes him for the bag of crap that he is.

The first time he tried to kill me,

I was asleep.

All right, well...