Barry groans and turns over on his side. He rubs a hand over his eyes, still grumbling and groaning. He cracks open one eye to look at the time. It's Saturday (he remembers that much) 9:12 in the morning. He moves slowly, sitting up and getting out of bed and shuffling toward the shower.

"Ugh, I feel like I got hit by a car."

Those words bring him to a grinding halt.

Well, those words and the sight of a pretty blonde sitting in his living room. More to himself, as the night before came rushing back at him, he says "...or a space ship."

He looks to the blonde. "I got hit by a space ship."

With her in it.

And he's wearing boxer shorts


and

boxer shorts.

Crap.

"I'm just going to--"

Speedster into his bedroom and put on a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved tee before stepping back into the living room. He remembers now. He'd defeated one of Zoom's lackies, taken him to STAR labs and left his suit there. He as on his way home (at speedester speeds) when he'd been hit by a space ship. It had fallen out of the sky and the blonde had popped out full of apologies and very excited. She'd insisted on walking him home.

And now the thirty six text messages are probably from Cisco freaking out about the crashed space ship in the middle of the city.