It is the season to be jolly, and Iris West is a terrible gift-giver.
She could probably do worse if she made the effort, but that's not saying much. Thankfully, she doesn't get to realize the full extent of how lacking her gift is in comparison to Barry's. He is currently ushering her through a door, asking that she cover her eyes to keep the surprise intact. She can hear the boyish excitement in his voice, and as always, it's infectious. A flutter rises in her stomach as she waits.
"Open your eyes ... now!"
Iris does as she is told, but Barry is no longer anywhere to be found, and instead of a newly leased apartment, Iris finds herself in Wonderland again. At least the rabbit hole was thoughtful this time around: she shows up steps away from the mansion's entrance.
It's snowing. It wasn't snowing before when she — when she what?
Iris wraps her coat more securely around her frame, a light shiver creeping up her spine. It takes several minutes, perhaps longer than that, for the full weight of her memories to return to her. They don't come back at once. It's all in pieces, and confusion soon gives way to apprehension. She's been here before. But that doesn't make sense, she was home and how could she possibly forget in the interim?
The click-clack of high heels signals her arrival to the mansion proper, her eyes taking everything in. Old memories coalesce with new ones, and she almost sways to the side at the impact. This isn't the Wonderland she remembers. Not exactly.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE 2.0
She could probably do worse if she made the effort, but that's not saying much. Thankfully, she doesn't get to realize the full extent of how lacking her gift is in comparison to Barry's. He is currently ushering her through a door, asking that she cover her eyes to keep the surprise intact. She can hear the boyish excitement in his voice, and as always, it's infectious. A flutter rises in her stomach as she waits.
"Open your eyes ... now!"
Iris does as she is told, but Barry is no longer anywhere to be found, and instead of a newly leased apartment, Iris finds herself in Wonderland again. At least the rabbit hole was thoughtful this time around: she shows up steps away from the mansion's entrance.
It's snowing. It wasn't snowing before when she — when she what?
Iris wraps her coat more securely around her frame, a light shiver creeping up her spine. It takes several minutes, perhaps longer than that, for the full weight of her memories to return to her. They don't come back at once. It's all in pieces, and confusion soon gives way to apprehension. She's been here before. But that doesn't make sense, she was home and how could she possibly forget in the interim?
The click-clack of high heels signals her arrival to the mansion proper, her eyes taking everything in. Old memories coalesce with new ones, and she almost sways to the side at the impact. This isn't the Wonderland she remembers. Not exactly.
Is she somewhere else altogether?