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[silverageflash]

Morning. In the dim light of a set of nightlights, the empty pizza and popcorn boxes are visible in the part of Barry's room he calls "the den." A small analog clock to the left of Barry's bed reads 8:17, though he knows time has little meaning here

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara, still sleeping, rolls over towards the right part of the bed, seeking warmth.

An arm stretches out and she sighs.

[silverageflash]

Down on the floor, Barry begins his push-ups. Arms close to his body, back straight, his form is almost perfect.

At first, he does them at a normal speed. But they become faster, and faster still, as 50 a minute become 500 a minute.

And every so often, Barry turns his head as he is on the rise and takes a very brief look at Sara on the bed.

[lvpd_sidle]

After a bit, she wakes up, rubbing at her eyes. She glances around for Barry, but does not immediately see him.

Then she looks over the side of the bed.

"You might give yourself windburn," she says with a slight smile. "Good morning."

[silverageflash]

"Protective aura. How else do you think I can move so fast?" His voice sounds like it might if he were speaking through a large fan.

He slows down and stops.

"Good morning, nightbird. Sleep well?"