By the time that their night job had rolled around, Oliver realised Felicity wasn't at work and wasn't in the foundry either. He wondered where she could be. Then he had a thought, maybe she had just been at home. Oliver hopped on his bike and rode it to her house.

When he got there he didn't expect to see the door broken. He entered quietly; looking for any signs she was here.

"Felicity?" He called

No reply.

"Felicity?" He called again, this time more harsher.

Still no reply.

"FELICITY!" He yelled.

There was no reply. Then he found a note...