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Familiar dull droning of City 17 sirens crept slowly into Gordon's resurfacing consciousness. The dizzying panic of being back in a city he saw destroyed was blotted out by the agonizing pain bouncing around his skull. His gloved hand flew to his forehead while his breath hissed from between his clenched teeth. Forcing his body to haul his suit encumbered limbs into a more useful position, he pushed up into a sitting position while praying this was just another vivid nightmare, and he was curled up safe in bed. Reluctantly he let his eyes open, unsurprisingly met with a viscous blur of a world without his glasses. More surprisingly, his entire body, including the normally vibrant HEV suit, was a pure, uniform, blinding white. 

He felt the swell of a scream build in his throat, followed through with nothing but the air swiftly leaving his lungs. Severe tremors shook up his spine in spasms, followed by him freezing at the sound of movement nearby. His still fuzzy vision whipped to stare at someone with a condition mirroring his own, but a familiar shape. It was a brief comfort to hear a recognizable southern drawl from who he could only assume to be Barney. "Goddamn, my head... What- What the hell?!" Gordon guessed he'd either seen his form, or spotted what had happened to his own. Deciding the situation might improve if he could see, Gordon elected to search for his glasses before dealing with Barney's panic. 

Luckily, they weren't hard to spot, having adopted the same characteristics as the rest of him, and with an unstable sigh he slid them back on. Making a mental checkmark for that problem on a swiftly growing list, Gordon moved onto the next. He made sure to move slowly towards the man that was so often the center of his world, waiting for his attention before signing out his name. Although it took a few repeats to get through the veil of panic, eventually Barney exhaled in relief. "Thank god it's you, Gordon. What the hell happened to us?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but Gordon shrugged in response anyways, taking a seat next to his friend with his back propped against a wooden crate. 

Shifting his position with a sharp whispered curse, Barney held his most likely pounding head as he surveyed the room, and Gordon supposed he should do the same. It looked like an attic, much like the ones he'd run through when he first arrived in this cursed city. The two windows were filthy, and near opaque because of it. A few of the sections of the windows had broken, letting the sirens and the crow's cries drift through the dusty space. There didn't seem to be much in the way of furniture, only boxes full of god knows what. The stuffy air passed between the two of them, until Barney spoke up. "So, you have any ideas? I didn't exactly expect to be back here, much less like this. How the hell is the city standing again anyways?" He laid back on the floor with a frustrated groan.

Gordon huffed, looking down at his hands. He needed to remember how they'd gotten here before deciding what to do next. At least they weren't injured, as far as he could tell. For now it'd probably be best to stick to the shadows, as best they could in this state. Maybe find some people with the resistance, and find a way out of the city limits. Drawing a deep breath in, and letting it expel some of his panic as he let it drift out, he tapped at Barney's leg to get his attention. This place was safe enough for the time being, but he doubted it would stay that way for long.