Leonard was a ghost, he was living and he was breathing, talking, existing, but he was a ghost. Everyone he knew who didn't think he was dead looked at him like they couldn't believe he was there. Like he was an Almost, and everyone knows Almost is the most painful word. Leonard wasn't used to hurting, actually hurting any of the few and far between people he actually cared about. It's only fair in the grand scheme of Len's life that he see a ghost of his own. Someone he thought he'd never run into here of all places. Here being this entire state much less the sleepy little nothing that this town seemed to be. But maybe he should have known. He doesn't like being caught unaware, yet, that's exactly what he is when he spots the shock of brown hair and a familiar face. Yet another one. Though not so dear as the others. He remembers Caitlin Snow and thinks, yes, he should have known. "Barry." It's one word but it's enough for him. A question and a statement. Why are you here? Is that you?
