"Ready to go home." Ryan muttered, his blue gaze glancing to his mother and sister. His mom was becoming a wreck, his sister was too innocent to understand the extent of what a death like their father's meant. Even Crystal was emotional. But would home really be 'home' with out his dad? No. His home would now just be a house. "I just want to go home." He whispered, looking away from his family.

A few people started to leave. Some brought a handful of dirt and offered it to the unforgiving hole where Wally West, the second Flash, was going to be laid to rest in. Ryan really didn't want to be here anymore.