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　　What are you doing?

　　He likes this song.

　　How could you possibly know that?

　　I checked his Facebook page. I mean, he can hear everything, right?

　　Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate.

　　Can't read my...No he can't read my poker face... Oh, my God! Where am I?

　　He's up!

　　Doctor Wells, get down to the cortex, like right now.

　　Pulse 120, pupils equally reactive to light.

　　Look at me. Look at me. Hey hey. Oh, oh, relax.

　　Everything's ok, man. You're at S.T.A.R.Labs.

　　S.T.A.R.Labs? Who...who are you?

　　I'm Cisco Ramon. She's CaitlinDr. Snow.

　　I need you to urinate in this.

　　Not this second.

　　What...what is happening? What is going on?

　　You were struck by lightning, dude.

　　Lightning gave me abs?

　　Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they're in a chronic and unexplained state of cellular regeneration.

　　Come here, have a seat. You were in a coma.

　　For how long?

　　Nine months. Welcome back, mister Allen. We have a lot to discuss.

　　It's hard to believe I'm here.

　　I've always wanted to meet you face to face.

　　Yeah?

　　Well, you certainly went to great length to do it.

　　S.T.A.R.Labs has not been operational since FEMA categorized us as a class 4 hazardous location.

　　17 people died that night. Many more were injured. Myself amongst them.

　　Geez. What happened?

　　Nine months ago, the particle accelerator went online exactly as planned.

　　For 45 minutes, I had achieved my life's dream. And thenthen there was an anomaly.

　　The electron volts became unmeasurable, the ring under us popped.

　　Energy from that detonation was thrown into the sky and that, in turn seeded a stormcloud...That created a lightning bolt that struck me.