Clicks were heard as the lights shut off in the asylum. Barry Allen was tied to a table. His mouth. Head, waist. And even fingers and tail were tied down. He hated this. He hated it here, but he had to pay for his crimes.

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. He felt his mind wonder to his Ollie. Oh, the beautiful creature, he practically begged that she was ok. He hoped she got a normal life and lived with the one she loved.

In the silence of the night, sirens went off. Red lights blared. Waking the deranged patients. Loud whistling noises were heard as the gaurds outside his cell fell to the floor, dead. His ears folded. He didnt know what was going on. Clicks of heels were heard as a tan fox in a green hood walked in front of his cell.

A bow and arrow strapped to her back, her piercing blue eyes met his. His eyes widened as she looked around before opening his bars and walking in.

"O-ollie?" Barfy said, his tail wagging. She pulled down her hood, revealing gorgeous tan fur.

"Barry" was all she said as she unhooked his chains and hugged him. He hugged back desperately.

"God, please, this better not be a dream" he whispered as he hugged her tightly, tears coming to his eyes.

Barry's black and white tail curled around her leg as they hugged. Loud thinking was heard. Oliver pulled away.

"We dont have time for this, we have to get out of here" she said as she grabbed Barry's paw with hers and started to pull him along