Their path to S.T.A.R. Labs passed Barry's apartment. In a surge of defiant hope—or a defiant need for hope—Barry detoured into his apartment. He dug in his closet until he uncovered a small blue chip he'd taken from Eobard so long ago.

"Gideon…" Barry paused, the hesitation negligible to any but a speedster. "Show me the future."

Gideon's head appeared immediately, and she spoke in her usual cheerful tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Allen. The future does not appear to exist."

Barry had to remind himself that he needed air to live. "…Right," he gasped breathlessly. "Thank you, Gideon."

He darted out of his apartment for, perhaps, the last time, rejoined the Rogues, and mentioned nothing of what he'd just done.

…Who cared about the future. The present—that was all that mattered now.

S.T.A.R. Labs loomed on the horizon.

Barry tried to hope.

As they drew near S.T.A.R. Labs, the app wasn't the only warning they had about the weirdness inside the building. The air smelled like some unidentifiable material burning, and there was a strange, heavy sort of energy hanging about the building. Even ignoring the red skies, the atmosphere was surreal.

"Okay, plan," Cisco muttered. "Linda and I will try to close the loophole. Maybe with our sound and light manipulation combined, we'll be able to make it work."

"The rest of us can focus on defeating Harrison," Barry said.

There was a brief pause, one that felt more significant than usual because of the odd weight of the air.

"I don't like this." Caitlin had her arms crossed, held tight against her body.

"The air feels…" Albert trailed off as all the Rogues nodded, not needing clarification.

"The temporal disruption." Eobard spoke through gritted teeth. "The human body is used to experiencing time linearly. A nearby disruption this large, it unsettles our senses." He rubbed his head, looking annoyed. "I'm already temporally displaced, which only exacerbates the agitation."

"I feel so bad for you," Leonard said. "We better hurry. Don't want to miss the end of the world."

The interior of S.T.A.R. Labs was worse than the outside. Barry felt like the not-quite-electricity in the air was on the verge of setting his skin on fire. The state of the building itself was startlingly intact—there was minor damage along a few of the hallways, and broken glass lined the floor in some places, but aside from that the building looked almost normal.

The Rogues paused in the hallway leading to the Cortex. The burning smell was sharper in the air, and the temporal disruption was now nearly audible—a low drone on the very edge of hearing.

"Remember," Barry murmured, "he's not the same Harrison Wells we knew before. Don't expect—don't expect anything."

They nodded. Leonard took the lead, stepping into the Cortex and immediately shooting at Harrison. Only after he pulled the trigger did he even pause to notice the difference in lighting on the other end of the room, the only sign of the loophole that bisected the Cortex—half in the present, half in the past.

Harrison, whose back was to the entrance, casually lifted a hand at the sound of Leonard's gun firing. A second loophole opened in between Harrison and the stream of ice, and the other end, judging by what Leonard was seeing through it, was…

He looked to his right. Damn it. He knew his gun, and he couldn't move fast enough to get out of the way in time.

Colors blurred around him suddenly, and Leonard found himself safely out of the way, back with the other Rogues near the entrance. He nodded gratefully at Barry. "Thanks."

Barry returned the nod, more focused on Harrison. Leonard took a moment to study the opponent they hadn't seen in a week.

It was obvious that Harrison had stolen more powers, judging by the furthering of his condition. The blurring effect hadn't relented since they entered, and it might have just been an illusion, but he looked almost transparent because of it.

He wasn't concerned with the Rogues at all—in fact, he was hardly even looking at them, far more focused on the loophole before him. He seemed to be struggling to keep it open, meaning that if they distracted him enough, it might just close without Cisco and Linda needing to do anything.

Not that they weren't going to try. While the rest of the Rogues eyed Harrison tensely, Linda nudged Cisco. They linked hands, and Linda turned them invisible. They had no idea how to close the loophole, but proximity to it would help both of them grasp the necessary frequencies to make an attempt.

They started edging toward it, going around the left edge of the Cortex. A murmured word to Barry and Leonard, and the Rogues shifted rightward, drawing Harrison's attention with them.

Albert was the first to make a move. He made a sharp throwing motion, and a long ribbon of air turned to metal, the strip starting at his fingertips and extending across the Cortex, the end circling around Harrison and binding his arms to his torso.

Harrison, seeming almost bored, flicked into his gaseous state for a moment and the metal clattered to the floor.

The rest of the Rogues burst into action then, throwing a variety of attacks at Harrison. He froze them all with his Turtle powers and sent a wide spray of ice at the Rogues.

Eobard, still moving at nearly Barry's speed despite the lethargy, pulled the Rogues out of the way—except Firestorm, who was on fire and would surely be fine. He started toward Harrison and then hesitated, instead circling around him and tossing lightning.

Harrison's form flickered and his eyes lit up white for a moment when the lightning made contact. His eyes glowed red and a plasma beam shot from them directly at Eobard, who dodged and returned to the rest of the Rogues, now freed from the Turtle's lethargy.

"I don't want to near enough that he can touch me," he muttered to Barry.

"If he got speedster powers as well…" Barry could understand Eobard's thinking. "Yeah. Stay away."

The Rogues took a moment to regroup and then began firing again, keeping Harrison's attention. Barry spun his arms, the wind forcing Harrison backwards. Before he could recover, Bette leapt at him—she'd been slowly sneaking up behind him, averting notice from both him and the Rogues. Bette—of course she would believe that killing him was justified in this case—closed her ungloved fingers around Harrison's arm.

Instead of glowing purple, to Barry's mixed relief and disappointment, Harrison's hazy outline blurred even further—taking her powers rather than letting her use them.

And then, to Barry's horror, Harrison pried Bette's fingers off him with his other hand.

And she glowed purple.

She stared down at her fingers, shocked, and staggered back to the others.

"Get me out of here. Far away. Hurry."

Barry was too shell-shocked to obey. Harrison had threated to kill him, of course, and his loopholes had caused people's deaths, but to casually and directly murder someone?

Eobard didn't hesitate. He scooped Bette up and was gone in an instant.

The rest of the Rogues stared around at each other, all of them stunned, a few tears escaping some of their eyes.

Eobard blurred back in and kept Harrison occupied while the others tried to process their grief.

Leonard shifted his gun, his teeth gritted and his eyes unreadable through the goggles. "Roy, we—we can't be distracted. We need to keep going."

Roy took his meaning and made eye contact with each of the Rogues in turn, his eyes glowing blue. The sadness and shock faded to the back of their minds, still present, but far more subdued.

For Barry, Roy's emotional adjustments wouldn't take hold. So instead he focused on doing this for Bette, making her sacrifice worth it, and returned to the battle.

The Rogues spread out more, giving Harrison too many people to target at once. Leonard, Caitlin, and Barry held to the left side of the room, trying to subtly guard Linda and Cisco.

Just in time, too—Linda dropped the invisibility to concentrate more of her powers on cloning the loophole, which began to shudder and contract. The view of the Cortex in the past began to fade.

Harrison spun to face their side of the room, face contorting in fury. He shot a blast of electricity at Cisco and Linda, and Barry quickly threw himself in front of it. Leonard, at Caitlin's hurried insistence, dropped back to also focus on defending Linda and Cisco from any attacks Harrison might attempt, leaving Caitlin the sole offense on that side of the room.

Firestorm started over to help her as Caitlin blasted ice from her glovers. Harrison countered it with ice of his own—the powers he had stolen from her.

Caitlin, frustrated by all of this, furious about Bette, turned the gloves up to their highest setting and tried again, the air around her dropping in temperature.

Harrison ducked the ice instead of blocking it and threw out a hand.

Caitlin's gloves let out a low whine and the ice slowed down. He was draining the power.

She messed with the settings and tried firing again, but the gloves didn't work. Harrison didn't even hesitate before sending a barrage of ice her way. Without the gloves, Caitlin had no defense.

Firestorm threw themselves into the path of the ice. Half of it melted away immediately and they held up their flaming hands to counter the remainder. Harrison, eyes narrowed, increased the intensity of the ice until the whole left side of the room was overtaken by cold blue ice. Leonard constructed a barrier to protect Cisco and Linda. Caitlin shrieked. Barry sped her out of the way.

And when the storm of ice subsided, it revealed Firestorm frozen in a huge block of ice.

Barry staggered to the block and started vibrating his hands against it, half trying to melt the ice and half trying to phase through it.

Eobard and Albert, on the other side of the room, threw everything they could at Harrison, trying to prevent him from doing any more damage to the others. Barry kept working, melting the ice, trying not to listen to Caitlin's sobs. Leonard was too stunned to do anything but maintain the wall separating Cisco and Linda from the rest of the room.

Cisco and Linda ignored everything else going on. Both of them were semi-aware of the tragedies happening around them, but they blocked it out as much as they could, needing to focus.

They were making slow progress. They sent out little blasts of sound and light waves, testing the effects on the loophole, and now they'd settled on a combined set of frequencies that was slowly, slowly closing the loophole.

An earthquake rocked through the Cortex, fracturing the concrete floor and throwing Cisco and Linda off. They hurriedly refocused, kneeling together on the floor, sending out pulses and watching the loophole shrink.

Then a cloud of green gas condensed back into human form in front of Linda, who scrambled to her feet to defend herself.

Harrison opened another loophole behind Linda and seized her by the shoulder. His fingers glowed with light, and he shoved her hard into the loophole and walked away.

Linda screamed as she fell into it—the other side of the loophole was positioned on the edge of a roof somewhere, she would fall she would fall she was gonna die—and Cisco dove for her, grabbing her hand. For a moment it worked, but then their combined momentum propelled both of them forward, tipping them over the edge.

"Cisco!" Barry, overwhelmed and desperate, abandoned his attempt to defrost Firestorm and scrambled across the Cortex toward the pair of falling Rogues.

Harrison waved a hand and the loophole snapped closed, moments before Barry could get there.

The world seemed to pause for a moment, Barry's grief over Bette, Ronnie, Hartley, and now Linda and Cisco sending him spiraling into superspeed thought. They couldn't be—this couldn't be happening. Harrison couldn't have done this.

They'd never really fought him before, Barry realized dully. All their fights with Legion and he hadn't ever been trying to kill them. But now—now it wasn't even that Harrison wanted them all dead—he just didn't care enough about them to keep them alive.

He didn't care.

And the world was going to end because of it.

The loophole, the one Cisco and Linda had shrunk down to a quarter of its previous size, burst back to its original scale. The feeling of temporal displacement in the air doubled, and the whole building shuddered with the force of it.

Bits of the ceiling started to fall. With first the earthquake, and now the loophole's reinstatement—

Barry locked eyes with Eobard, and they both blurred into action, transporting the other Rogues out of the building.

Once Leonard, Roy, Albert, and Caitlin were clear, Barry returned to Firestorm, dodging the collapsing walls, and started dragging the ice block out. It was going too slowly, but he was going to save them—he had to. Harrison was still there, forcing the loophole wider and blasting away anything falling near him, but he didn't matter right now, not if Ronnie and Hartley could still be saved—

Eobard came back in after a moment when Barry didn't return.

"It's not going to work," he told Barry.

"I have to save them, Eobard. Maybe it doesn't bother you, you've killed people, you might not care, but Bette's gone and Linda's gone and Cisco—" Barry took a deep, shuddering breath. "And if there's still a chance then I can't let them die."

Eobard let out a short sigh. "Stand back." The building rumbled around them, larger pieces of the ceiling falling in, and Eobard raced around the ice in a storm of flickering red lightning.

The rest of the ice melted away, and Barry grabbed Firestorm—despising how limp their merged body was—and the two speedsters ran out of the building just in time.

Outside, Barry took Firestorm to Caitlin, who immediately shut off her own emotions and went into her clinical doctor mode, feeling for a pulse. The Rogues crowded around, watching, hoping—

Before there was a verdict one way or the other, S.T.A.R. Labs imploded with a cacophonous crashing sound.

Caitlin didn't even look up, but the others turned to see the destruction.

"Is he…" Leonard paused, glancing back and forth between Firestorm and the building, unable to decide who to ask about.

Luckily, he didn't need to clarify. Both questions were answered almost immediately.

"They have a pulse," Caitlin reported, relief plain in her voice. "Weak and erratic, but it's there."

The Rogues—those of them who were left, anyway—let out sighs of relief.

Then the air shifted—it felt thicker, filled with a heavy electricity.

Another loophole.

Harrison was still around.

They sighed again, this time regret.

"Let's end this," Barry said.

Leonard, Roy, Albert, and Eobard—the remnants of the Rogues—nodded.

They turned and approached Harrison, yet again.

This time, driven by their grief and desperation, and a shot of fierce invigoration from Roy, the Rogues worked closer together and much more intently.

Leonard and Albert unleashed a barrage of liquid nitrogen at Harrison, forcing him to duck out of the way. Barry and Eobard made sure that they were present wherever he turned, driving him toward the huge mounds of rubble, where they could corner him.

Harrison defended himself as best he could, but the liquid nitrogen ensured that he couldn't turn to gas for fear of being frozen, and whenever he tried to open a loophole, Barry or Eobard cut off his access to it. Earthquakes rumbled and lightning struck, but the Rogues were far too angry to let that stop them.

Harrison stumbled a final step backwards and tripped over one of the loose chunks of metal on the ground. He threw it away from him furiously, and it landed at Leonard's and Albert's feet.

Leonard raised his gun, lining up the shot, grief and anger and regret pooling in his stomach. "I'm sorry about this," he muttered.

Then the chunk of metal exploded, sending Leonard and Albert flying in different directions. Leonard slammed hard into a huge piece of concrete. His head and leg pulsed in agony. Broken leg, probably, and maybe a concussion. Lucky him.

Barry went to Albert and sped him over to Caitlin, so it was Eobard who came to Leonard and tried to help him up.

Leonard shoved him away—"Stop Harrison, worry about me later"—but then they both noticed the bolt of electricity darting toward them.

Leonard braced himself—in his state, it would probably kill him—but Eobard cursed, dropped Leonard (painful, but better than the alternative), and took the lightning himself.

The foreign electricity buzzed through Eobard's body, leaving him dizzy. Harrison's eyes started to glow red, the precursor to his plasma shooting.

Eobard could run, he knew that, but he didn't have the energy necessary to drag Leonard out of the way as well. He wasn't about to leave Cold to die, so he gritted his teeth and stood his ground. He had no idea when he'd started to care so much about these people, but by the goddamn Speed Force he did. Great. Now he was gonna die.

He didn't die.

A gunshot, of all things, was what saved him. At the sound, Harrison transformed to mist so the bullet passed harmlessly through him and turned his attention to the source of the shot.

Eobard felt the Speed Force surge back into him, and he seized the opportunity to speed Leonard away, taking care not to aggravate his broken leg and possible concussion. On the way, he snuck a glance at the shooter—and honestly, why was he not surprised?

Eddie shot again. Harrison stopped the bullet with a quick blast of ice. His eyes glowed again and this time, undistracted, plasma blasted from them.

"No!"

The word ripped from Iris's throat as she ran out of nowhere, shoving Eddie out of the way.

"Iris!" Eddie and Barry shouted simultaneously. Barry raced toward her, but he was too far away and just—one—moment too late.

The plasma hit Iris full in the face and she crumpled to the ground, a faint sizzling sound emanating from her skin.

Iris. No. No. No.

Barry just ran. He couldn't process this loss. He couldn't. He stopped on the roof of a nearby building and just stood there, thinking at superspeed, feeling like he needed to scream but unable to summon the energy to do so.

Bette. Linda. Cisco. Ronnie, Hartley, and Leonard badly injured. And now Iris?

"You can't just leave," Eobard said from behind him, speaking at superspeed.

"Watch me," Barry muttered. He sat down on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs over the side.

In a swirl of red lightning, Eobard was sitting beside him. "There are still people you care about in this city," he said sharply. "I don't care what you're feeling right now, Barry. We have to stop Harrison before it's too late."

Barry wiped away tears. "He's not even Harrison Wells," he said bitterly. "He's just… dark matter taking human form. Killing everyone and taking their powers? It's not just his body that's unstable. It's him." He had no idea if any of Harrison was left, actually, but he had to believe—he had to believe that Harrison wouldn't have done this.

Eobard stared blankly at the ground below for a second, and then he turned to Barry, expression bordering on maniacal. "Barry, I know what we have to do."

Barry looked at him and saw on his face the same intensity as when he was about to set off the accelerator. He knew what Eobard was about to say before he said it. "No!"

"We have to let him die. We have to force him to explode."

"Eobard, you're insane." Below them, the loophole widened. Everyone was injured, dead, or depowered. There was no time.

"I know. But it's the only way. He can't destroy the timeline if he's gone, and once he is you can fix it. All of it. Save your friends. Prevent this from ever happening."

Barry processed what he was saying. "What happened to no more time travel?"

"Doesn't apply to a clean break. Jumping around in time, that's one thing. Create a totally new one, abandon this one, that's another. It'll work." There was a desperation leaking into Eobard's voice, something quite like madness.

Barry decided to ignore that. He couldn't deny that the prospect was tempting. More so than it had even been in this new timeline. Go back, reset, save his friends—but at the cost of his parents?

He pushed that away for now and focused on the how. "Okay, assuming that's true, if we do this, how do we get Harrison unstable enough to…?" He couldn't even say it.

Eobard took a moment to respond, and when he did he sounded absolutely certain, though there was an odd edge to his voice—

Resignation.

"Me."

"What—" Barry's eyes went wide. "You can't be saying what I think you are."

Eobard spoke faster, as though trying to convince himself of it. "I was at the heart of the particle accelerator explosion. I'm saturated with dark matter. It'll be more than enough to overload his system."

"It'll cause an outburst of dark matter worse than the accelerator. You'll die." Barry couldn't believe he was arguing with Eobard Thawne about sacrificing his life to save the world.

"So? You're about to change the timeline. Doesn't count anyway."

"Eobard, it counts! And you don't exist in my timeline—whatever part of you does, we're not friends!"

Eobard stared out at the city for a moment, watching the movements of the city, the citizens seeming abnormally slow in his Speed Force perception. He spoke after a moment, thoughtfully.

"…I used to want to be just like the Flash."

Abruptly, he turned to Barry, no trace of hesitation or doubt in his expression. "Isn't that what you would do? Heroic sacrifice? Blaze of glory?" He nodded once, sharply. "I stop him, you change the timeline. Let's save the universe, Flash."

His voice shifted to a Speed Force growl on the last word, and Barry shuddered slightly out of habit. He considered asking if Eobard was really going to do this.

But he didn't.

He just got to his feet and offered a hand, helping Eobard to his.

"When you see the explosion, run." Eobard smirked halfheartedly. "I always win, Flash."

All Barry could think to say was, "Wherever you end up next timeline, I hope it has cows and anime."

Eobard laughed and ran off the side of the roof, streaking across the street toward the lone standing figure next to the huge loophole.

Barry braced himself.

Eobard skidded to a stop just behind Harrison Wells.

He knew Barry wasn't sure he was going to go through with this. Honestly, Eobard wasn't quite certain either, and he figured he would probably know once he was dead. Well. It would be hard for him to know anything when he was dead. So maybe he'd never know.

His speed made it possible for him to consider and reconsider and re-reconsider dozens of times in a single second, and that was precisely what he was doing. How far he had fallen. He used to be the villain, the Flash's reverse, and now here he was sacrificing himself for the good of the world?

How far he had fallen.

Was he really doing this?

He better get a statue or something.

Or he could run. Jump to another Earth. It wouldn't be home. But he'd be alive.

"You seem upset, Harrison," he said.

Well, crap. He seemed to be doing this. Eobard found himself genuinely surprised.

Harrison spun to face him, his whole outline flickering oddly. "You."

"Me," Eobard said cheerfully.

Harrison closed the distance between them with a single step and reached out. Eobard focused on his hand, and the world seemed to slow to a crawl.

Time to make a decision. Yes or no, save the world or let it burn.

He thought about Tess, who had died because of him, and stood still.

Harrison's hand brushed his shoulder, and Eobard felt the Speed Force drain out of him.

Red lightning crackled in Harrison's eyes, and then he blurred even more than he was already doing. He let out an anguished cry, his form now nothing more than a few smears of color, and then every particle of his body tore itself away from the others.

Eobard had always figured everything would go black when he died.

But everything went white instead.

The explosion was enormous. It was a pure white, unlike the particle accelerator, and it was spreading much, much faster.

Barry ran.

He should be going back in time, he knew. But he couldn't—he couldn't just leave. He'd lost too much. And his parents' house was on the outskirts of Central City, on the other end of town from S.T.A.R. Labs. If anywhere in the city would be safe from the explosion, it would be there.

And he had to—he had to talk to them.

Barry didn't bother with knocking. He didn't even bother to open the door. He phased straight through and into his parents' living room.

"Everything's gone wrong," he said to his stunned and confused parents, tears streaming down his face already, "and if I fix it I lose you."

"Barry, what's going on?" his dad asked.

"What happened?" his mom added.

They both hurried to embrace him, and he hugged them back, tight and desperate, explaining the situation as best he could through sobs.

"It's all my fault."

He pulled away from the hug, unable to look either of them in the eye. He had no idea how many people had died—and it was because of him.

"Barry, if you're right about this whole other-timeline business, you need to go back," Henry told him firmly.

Nora nodded, gently putting a hand on Barry's face. He turned back to look at her, his mother, who he'd spent sixteen years living without and now would have to give up again.

"It's not fair," Barry said. "There has to be a way I can save everyone, including you. I can't lose both of you again."

"You have to," she whispered to him. "Barry, I am so proud of you, but the rest of the city is more important than me and your father."

"You have to let us go, slugger," Henry agreed.

Barry couldn't stop crying. "But how can I be the Flash without you?"

His mother kissed his forehead. "Barry, we'll always be with you."

"And we'll always be so proud of our son," his father said.

They enfolded him in another hug, and Barry allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of his parents' embrace.

It was the last time he would ever feel it.

"I love you," Barry sobbed.

"We love you too, son," his father said.

"Now run, Barry," his mother murmured.

She and Henry stepped back, intertwining their arms. Together, they said, "Run."

Barry ran.

He closed his eyes tight, remembering that night, and when the air changed, he opened them.

The same street, sixteen years prior. Barry knew where he had to be and when. He was glad the mask disguised the tears still running hot down his face.

First. Into the house, where his future self and Eobard were fighting in vivid red and yellow lines. He ran a few circles around the room, trying not to look at his mother, and then paused to look at where the version of him from 2015 would be. He held up his hand and shook his head, cautioning him not to save her, and then ran. He wasn't going to be there while his mother died.

Then. Outside. He waited where he knew his other past self would come running down the street. When the breach opened, Barry stepped in the path of his previous self.

"Don't," he said.

"What—what version are you?"

Barry winced to hear how completely furious his past self sounded. He remembered that blind anger, the feeling that had sent him running sixteen years back, willing to change the entirety of the timeline to save his parents.

"The version that's done what you're about to do. And let me tell you…" Barry shook his head, tears still streaming down his face. "Don't. It ends with most of our friends dead and Eobard Thawne sacrificing himself to save the world."

"Oh." The antagonism faded from the other Barry's stance. And then the other Barry faded from existence altogether.

Barry's eyes widened. That… that had to be because of the destroyed timeline. Which meant… he had no idea.

Nothing to be done about it now.

Barry ran. Down the street, through the years, almost seventeen years into the future, and to S.T.A.R. Labs.

The building was intact. There was damage, of course—the same damage that had been done when the particle accelerator exploded.

He was back in his original timeline, or something approximating it.

Before he could think too much. Into the Cortex.

He stopped at the entrance, mind spinning at the sight. The room was crowded with people. With everyone.

Wally and Jesse were talking tensely, both of them in speedster suits. Oliver was hooded and vaguely menacing, nodding at something that Caitlin was saying. Both halves of Firestorm—in this universe, Jax and Professor Stein—were about to merge. Was that Supergirl demonstrating her laser eyes to Joe? And Cisco, his Vibe goggles on, was watching, looking impressed.

Barry, stunned by the sight of so many people he hadn't seen in so long, just stared.

"Barry!"

Iris was the one to say it, Iris the first to run to him and enclose him in a tight hug. Then, as though she couldn't resist, she kissed his cheek.

Barry hugged her back, running on autopilot. "What—?"

"I'm so glad you're back, but there's no time to explain," she said, pulling back from him. "There's a new speedster, he dresses all in white, super evil, go!"

"Here," Cisco said, tossing Barry something small and gold.

Barry caught it and blinked at the object in his hand. It was a ring, decorated with a bolt of lightning.

"Some improvements to the suit," he said.

Barry couldn't think of anything to say that would sum up everything he was feeling, so he settled for sliding the ring onto his finger. He squeezed his hand into a fist and the new suit sprung out.

A swirl of lightning, and he'd discarded the other suit, which was dirty and torn and now the one remnant of the other timeline, and stepped into the new one.

"I'm back," he said softly.

And he joined his friends, his fellow superheroes, as they ran from the Cortex to save the world.

A million thank yous to everyone who's stuck through this story. It's the longest fanfiction I've ever written, and getting awfully close to the longest thing I've ever written. I had a lot of fun, and I couldn't have gotten through it without your support.

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Again, thank you all so much, a review would make my life, and I'm glad this is done because I'm off to college tomorrow!