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It's an appropriately stormy day outside, with thunder rumbling from the clouds and rain pouring down as Bigby puts out his cigarette and knocks on the door of the West house. Almost immediately, the door creaks open, revealing Linda Park West, face red and swollen, trying to manage a smile.

"Hello, Bigby, I, um...I was just..."

"It's all right."

She holds the door open wide for him as he steps inside, shaking to get the rain off of him.

"Er...sorry. Force of habit."

"Do you know how many are coming?"

"All of them."

Linda holds up a video tape.

"Including...."

"Yes. The murderer will be here."

Her face hardens.

"Good."

She hands the video tape to Bigby.

"I still can't believe it was-"

"I don't think anybody would have suspected, Mrs. West. It's what made this investigation so strange. Where will the showing of the will be?"

He reaches into his coat for a cigarette, but then lowers his hand again as he sees the expression on Linda's face.

"In the study."

"The study? Where Wally-"

"Yes. I think...I think it's appropriate."

Bigby nods, and the two head upstairs.

"People will begin arriving soon...."

Valor arrived at the West house dressed in clothing appropriate for the era. He had on a blue sweater, khakis and comfortable sneakers. He still wore his Legion ring. In his right ear was a very small and mostly unnoticable earplug.

Can you hear me? he thought to himself.

For several moments, there was silence in his mind.

Yes, we hear you now, Lar.

Good. I'm going in now. Is the other ring transmitting?

Yes. We've got a signal from both you and the other ring.

I'll let you know when the will reading starts. Start recording then. If I need help, I'll send the emergency pulse.

We'll be ready. Good luck.

He approached the door with trepidation. He knew he wasn't the one that killed the Flash. The Legion believed him. Still, he didn't remember Wally dying this way. The histories of the 30th century didn't have any records of the Flash being murdered. Could history been changed by an outside source? Was he a pawn in someone else's game? The Legion had been used more than once to change time. Could it be that it was happening again? He searched his memeory for any falseness. He couldn't find any, but the fear wouldn't leave.

Following Kitty, Logan put his cigar out. He was quiet, but only out of respect for those around him. The only reason he was even showing up was the fact he wanted to see how all the plots and twists come together and find out who actually killed Wally. "Chin up, kiddo," he said to Kitty putting a hand on her shoulder.

...Unlike everyone else, Logan knew Wally would come back. Just because he was a comic book character he knew that Wally West wouldn't stay dead for long. ...If it had, well, he'd have to find out what the killer did right so he could do the same to Sabertooth.

*With the harsh words of Bigby from a few days ago still in his head, Victor Creed enters the room quitely and respectfully. He looks around at the familiar faces and takes a seat in the back.*

Emma quietly steps into the study, unnoticed and takes a seat in a small chair in the corner. Her eyes wavering around but she opts to not "search" for the killer herself, preferring to wait for the "grand unveiling."

Silently the vampire hunter stepped in, his trench coat swirling about his booted ankles. He never knew Wally, and knew just as little of the people attending. But...murder had happened, and gossip got around. It could be interesting to see how this turned out. Moving away from the door, the half-breed day walker made his way towards the rear of the procedings to simply watch.

"I suppose you're all ready to see what is on this tape."

Bigby stands in front of the crowd, holding a video tape.

"There's something you should know first. Wally West was the Fastest Man Alive. And that shows on this tape."

Bigby strolls in front of Kitty, Remy...Logan.

"The quality of this will is terrible. It's full of static...missing frames...as if a strong electrical force disrupted the tape...which had been sitting in the upper drawer of this desk right here."

Bigby thumps the cleaned-of-blood desk.

"What is most interesting about this tape, though, can only be revealed after watching it once..."


And with that, he puts the tape into the vcr and hits 'play.'

Standing quietly in the corner, Patsy holds her breath as the television screen flickers to life. Her gaze darts quickly about the room, from Remy, to Kitty, to Bigby and back to the tv set.

She continued to try and tell herself that it was merely a video taped will reading, but the sense of forboding would not dimish. Instead, as the snow fluttered onscreen, it wound itself tighter and tighter around her gut.

"Is... is there something else on this tape besides the will, Bigby?" She asks softly.