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[ It's late at night, when most good little residents should be asleep.

The video feed focuses on the face of a man in his early 50's, only mildly disheveled, propped up against a wall in one of the many corridors of the mansion. He pushes his glasses up on his nose and offers the tight, almost sheepish smile of a prideful man gathering up the courage to ask for help. His free hand settles on the back of his neck, squeezing it. ]

While it seems customary to make an introduction, I'm afraid that this isn't, entirely what that is.

[ His cadence seemed to speed up and slow down with odd emphasis. ]

My name is Harrison Wells. A name, I am sure, some will find at least somewhat familiar.

It seems that whatever has brought me here, or by whatever means, neglected one very important piece of equipment. You see, I am--

[ He started to shift his position, he elbow driving back against the wall, but he didn't seem to get very very. ]

--I'm paralyzed from the waist down, and by whatever means I was transported here, my chair did not make the journey. If anyone would be so kind as to find some manner of assistance, I would be very grateful. Though I'm afraid I have little frame of reference for where I am, but I will help the best I can.

[ Then his tone shifts. It's rather subtle, and to the uninformed it merely sounds as though he suddenly became gravely serious. But to those he addresses, there's no mistaking the shades of the true Eobard showing through. ]

And Barry. Caitlin. Ms. West, if you've been brought up to speed. You must be careful of what you say, especially to one another. I have reason to believe we've been pulled through time as well as space, and cannot be sure our starting point was the same. Sharing certain details could cause irreparable damage to each others' timelines. The four of us will need to sort this out.

[ There was nothing more than a lift of his eyebrow and a slight cant to his head. Those he addressed would know what it meant. ]

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[ He fixed her with a look that showed just how much he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then he just shook his head. The camera panned away from his face, showing the rather low vantage point of impossibly long corridor, first to one side then the other. He spoke as he showed off this lovely view of the floor and baseboards. ]

Well, I'll have to keep that in mind, once I'm able to locate my room. Though, I would rather avoid the rug burn needed to get there.

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[Elizabeth's face falls when she realises he must be stuck on the floor - a terrible welcome, on top of how undignified it must feel.]

Oh! I didn't think-- I'll come and help you, if that's all right. I'm sure I can get something from my own closet to assist.

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[ The camera comes back to his face, slight amused, mostly arrogant. Proud of himself for embarrassing this poor girl, apparently. ]

From what I've been told, I gather that this...place, whatever it is, is not lacking for space. No one has yet been able to pinpoint quite where I've landed, and I've not seen a single soul pass my way. Given that I cannot see either end of the corridor, I can grasp the immensity of this floor alone. So unless you have some sort of tracking that the others lack, I'm afraid I can't be of much assistance in getting you to my location to help.

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Can you see any of the numbers on the room doors? That at least would give a starting point, even if I'd have to comb all of the floors.

[Because she really can't just leave him there now.]

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[ With having given Barry an ultimatum, perhaps it's time to help someone else find him. ]

The two nearest doors simply say sixty five and sixty seven, you would know better than I would if that helps.

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There are rooms with those numbers on each floor, but the good news is that there are only ten floors. I'll be there soon, don't you worry.

[She offers an encouraging smile before switching off the device, completely oblivious to the fact that she could be in very real danger. The highest numbered room she'd heard of had been the one belonging to Alice, number 865, so she was relieved that she didn't have to go that far along each corridor to check for him. When she does arrive she's rather out of breath, but still just as cheerful.]

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[ Strangely, once she arrives to the tell tale spot on the ninth floor, he isn't there. The look of the corridor matches up with what had been show, and the numbers are just as he'd said. But no Harrison.

It seems Barry played the hero and ensured young Elizabeth was spared whatever ill fate awaited her. Lucky for her, because Harrison is the sort of man who would kill someone for a lot less than merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. ]