#thread: ray.

Squinting at the photograph in John’s hand, Ray leaned against the handle of his mop and crossed one foot over the other. “Well, sure, that’s Mr. Thawne in that picture, all right, but I don’t really know what that thing he’s holding is...”

Or did he? There was some kind of weird, funky juju going on in his head for a second there, but Ray had always sort of dismissed these things as bad time, big time headaches. Like the kinda crap you just had to chug a whole thing of Monster for.

Not that he could have Monster on duty. Man, oh man, the last time he’d done that...