"Well food's what I'm having, Wells!" The panic was still low-level, but Barry could feel it creeping in around the edges as he thought about Cisco's protein bars and found himself feeling a little sick at the very idea.

It took a bit longer for him to realize that he shouldn't have been able to hear Harry all the way on the other side of the room. He gritted his teeth and slammed a closed fist into the wall, then stared in horror for several moments before slowly pulling his hand out of the dent in the metal. It hadn't even hurt.