Getting out of bed I wait for the new script to be handed to me. I grab a clean shirt and today I decide to throw my dirty clothes in the hamper.

Despite the lack of separation between two fabricated days I am wide awake and energized. Making my way to the kitchen I add coffee grounds to the machine, rinse the cup, and click the on button.

"Mmm," a rough voice hums. I turn around to smile at the tangled mess of red hair. "It smells heavenly." Her eyes float around her as she observes this alternate reality. "It's strange isn't it?"

I stand with my hands on the counter as I wait for her to finish.

"It's like a game or a movie. But I can't really cite—I know what a movie and a game is. I know the feeling I get when I hear or say the word, yet I can't ever remember playing a game or watching a movie.

"But this is the most accurate description of what I feel in this moment. I am energized when I haven't slept a wink and I know you, but I have no memory of you. I know the smell of coffee but I can't even remember if I like the taste of it."

"Well then we have some work to do." I turn to the now finished coffee. I grab two cups. One I leave alone and the other I add some sugar. Turning around I place the two cups before her.

She tilts her head slightly as she studies both drinks. "Okay taste," I hand her one of the cups. I study her features as she brings it to her lips.

"Heavens to Betsy," she laughs as she wipes her lips, "It's delicious."

I can't help the chuckle that fights its way up my throat. "What?" She asks. "We now know that-" She looks as me with her green eyes sparkling, "and what is that?" My chest shakes as I chuckle once more, "you love your coffee black and you are definitely a southerner."

Her eyebrows raise as she holds the mug tightly. I put my hands up promising I won't steal her coffee and that being a southerner isn't offensive. "How do you come to the conclusion that I am from the South?" Her elbows rest on the counter opposite from me.

"You have a slight country accent and "Heavens to Betsy is not a typical city phrase. It's cute." I give her a smile as I pick up the other coffee, "Do you want to try this one?" She shakes her head fiercely as she takes another sip of the black coffee.

"No, don't ruin this wonderful-delicious-beautiful-yummy cup of heaven."

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"So you just get ready?" She looks at my closet door, "And your closet automatically refills itself?" She glanced down at her own clothes.

"Yah, it just shows up. Maybe..." I ponder for a moment and then pull open the double doors to the closet. Letty gasps beside me, "Oh my!" The closet has expanded and is now nearly twice the previous size.

The back wall is covered in white shelves. Each spot filled with shoes. To the right four white dressers with mirrors on the front open to reveal from left to right coats (heavy to light), winter to spring shirts, dresses, and pants, shorts, skirts, and tights.

The floor is now hard wood. Sitting in the middle of the room is a white table with a red cloth resting on top. A red seat sits at both ends of the table. To the left of the white cabinets is a door way that with two steps puts the observer in my closet.

Letty steps into the closet. Her eyes then fall on the shoes. "This is Heaven. Are you sure we are trapped?" Her question is rhetorical but I've pondered it all the same.

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Letty emerges from the closet every two minutes with a new outfit on. I sit on the bed watching in wonder as she models for no one. As her outfits change she shifts into different personas.

"This is it," she hums inside the closed door. She steps out and my eyes are pulled to her calmed red curls. She added a touch of mascara   to her eyelashes.

Her final 'outfit' is high waisted dark blue jeans with a grey off the shoulder sweater and brown mid calf boots. The boots provided her with an extra inch and a half of height putting her at my nose.

A piece of her missing soul clicked into place. "Let's go!" She reaches in the closet for a brown mini back pack and glides to the front door.

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"It's odd," Letty suddenly speaks. Our exit of the apartment was taken in silence as she observed the dystopian like world. She continues, "everyone here," she glances at a women dragging two children linked together across the buzzing street, "isn't real. And the Speed force provides us with what ever-".

I correct her as the women connects eyes with me. "What ever it wants." "Exactly! For example, why give me a closet when I need clothes but not a bed when we need two?"

Her question is sucked into the false air as neither of us attempt to answer it.

We follow the yellow brick road so to speak until it ends at STAR Labs.

"It looks the same in our world," I tell her. Her green eyes are wide as she takes in every detail. She is like a child entranced with a ceiling fan. Everything is new. Everything is beautiful. Yet all an allusion.

I don't rush her as we walk because the SpeedForce has its own time. "Letty!" Caitlin's voice comes from behind a wall.

"Barry, Barry, Barry!" Letty pokes my shoulder. I turn to look at her confused, but I then realize that my body is shielding her from Caitlin.

Turning back to the blond I pull my feet away from Letty. She doesn't ask she just steps toward The Speed Force and examines the thing that murdered her and resurrected her.

"Who am I?" Caitlin's eyes stare at the redhead until she announces, "Come on!" Letty doesn't turn to look at me. She follows the copycat without question.

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"What?" Letty turns around. We are now in the inner part of the city. "The 'scenes' change at the whim of the SpeedForce," I tell her as I look for the reason we are here.

My eyes comes back to Letty after I do a three sixty. My previous clothes are replaced by my red suit and Letty's old clothes are gone to. In their place is a skin tight green and yellow suit. The green enhances her already striking green eyes. And her red hair forewarns her fiery nature.

She looks at her arms as she catches me staring. "Wow." She examines her arms and legs and then brings her hand up to the symbol on her chest. "Your a hero," I tell her.

"Yes a hero," a masculine voice growls, "a hero that is about to meet its end." Looking up we both spot the meta human. He is floating above the ground.

"Let me," I put my hand out to keep her back as I propel my self off of one of the skyscrapers and into the man affectively putting gravity back in power. The ground cracks under the weight of the man.

He rolls off of me only to reach down and try to grab me. Before I can move the man is on fire.

Sirens signal the approaching firefighters who put the man out and the cops who arrest him.