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It was a good Valentine's Day, and Barry slept very soundly early the next morning, Sara by his side.
Suddenly, he awoke. The dream this time was short and to the point. It was almost time to go.
He didn't remember the details, but he knew that he and the Speed Force - or the voices that made it up in his dream - had picked a day. Next Tuesday. February 21. A year to the day, he realized, since his first encounter with the Speed Force.
It had given him a year. There were worse gifts a man could get.
He looked at Sara, smiled, and went back to sleep. Later, he would tell her and they would make their plans for the next six days. For now, despite it all, Barry Allen felt content to have had such a good run.
Suddenly, he awoke. The dream this time was short and to the point. It was almost time to go.
He didn't remember the details, but he knew that he and the Speed Force - or the voices that made it up in his dream - had picked a day. Next Tuesday. February 21. A year to the day, he realized, since his first encounter with the Speed Force.
It had given him a year. There were worse gifts a man could get.
He looked at Sara, smiled, and went back to sleep. Later, he would tell her and they would make their plans for the next six days. For now, despite it all, Barry Allen felt content to have had such a good run.