What do you do when your best friend is wrongfully sent to prison? The obvious answer is to wallow. Wallow like you’ve never wallowed before. I was officially mayor of Wallow City, until Caitlin came to my rescue, with a one-two punch of emotional support and pizza. Nothing makes a day better than Caitlin Snow M.D. showing up with pizzas.

We polished off the pies and discussed what we could do to help get Barry out of prison. He could easily just phase right out, or I could breach him to another Earth, but Caitlin reminded me that would mean Barry would be a fugitive for the rest of his life. He’d have to exist as a ghost, and that’s no way to live. But as Caitlin said these words, it hit me, what we needed was a ghost of our own…

Maybe it was the pepperoni, or just my desperation to set things right, but I had an idea of how I could possibly get Barry out of prison with a little supernatural persuasion! Caitlin told me not to do anything weird, and to just talk to Cecile, she’s the one who can find a way to save Barry. I probably should have just listened, but I was too psyched about my new plan. I explained it to Caitlin and she stared at me with disbelief. Mostly, because of how insane she thought it was, but I understood why she wanted no part of it.

So, Caitlin headed out and I commenced with the operation. Dressed in a handy ghost costume I whipped up out of some old bed sheets, I opened a breach into the house of Prosecutor Anton Slater, the guy who helped find Barry guilty. What would be the harm of sneaking in and suggesting he rethink what he had done and be a haunting voice of reason? Enter: Ghost-Vibe. The house was eerily silent and dark, so in my ghost costume, I snuck along until I found Anton Slater nestled in bed, fast asleep in slumber land. I stood at the foot of his bed and eerily whispered: Anton Slater, you have failed the justice system! Oliver Queen style. Anton sprung up in a daze. He blinked a few times and looked right at me and screamed. I tried to calm him down, but he started weeping like a child who had just seen, well a ghost. I said, I was the spirit of the judicial system and he should take a long hard look at his last few cases. But he was blubbering and wheezing. Homeboy was really scared! I felt bad so I explained to him it’s all just a nightmare, probably something he ate, and to go back to sleep. I even sang him a lullaby. It worked because I have the voice of an angel. He lowered his head back on his pillow and I breached away into the night.

I admit that was a major fail, but I wanted to give it one more try. So, I breached into the living room of Judge Hankerson. It was the middle of the night, so I figured he’d be sleeping too, but instead I found him awake and fully engaged, yelling at his TV. What was he watching? C-SPAN? 24-Hour News political pundits? Nope. Turns out Hankerson deals with insomnia by binge-watching episodes of The Bachelor. I hate to interrupt someone in the middle of their favorite show, but a ghost’s gotta ghost. So, I crept up behind him and whispered: How many innocent people have you sentenced? Then I breached the frack out of there before he could even turn around and spot me.

The next day, with the Ghost-Vibe costume safely locked away in my dirty laundry hamper, I stopped by CCPD to visit Cecile. I asked if she had gotten any calls from Slater or Hankerson, but she hadn’t. Suspicious, she asked why I would think they would call. I came clean, well mostly, I left the ghost details out, and explained how I was hoping they’d seen the error of their ways. Cecile promised me that she was doing everything she could to legally solve the Barry problem. She wasn’t giving up, so I shouldn’t give up hope yet.

I headed to S.T.A.R. Labs with a couple more pizzas. Not wallowing pizzas, but determined and hopeful pizzas. I decided to tell Caitlin I was going to leave the law stuff to Cecile and the haunting to actual poltergeists. In the meantime, together, we’d figure out how to keep the Central City superhero seat warm for when Barry is finally free to come home.