Caitlin should feel a little more reassured right now. She was right in not listening to the people who were there when she woke up. These aren't false memories, not with one of her best friends standing right in front of her, talking to her. But it means that, wherever they are, they're being held by people who are more than willing to lie to them, to make them question their very existence. And who may be willing to go to any lengths to keep them under control.

As soon as he nods the second time, she's climbing to her feet, pushing herself to standing. All the adrenaline dumped into her system makes her legs shake and her hands tremble. She moves in careful steps, avoiding the blood on the floor. Slipping right now would probably get her and Cisco killed, and that's not a death either of them need to experience.

She gets as close to the doors as possible, her toes just shy of the track and gap in the floor. "Okay," she says, sounding entirely not okay. But she doesn't have a choice. There's no telling when the elevators would go back to normal, if they went back to normal at all. She can't stay in there much longer. This is her best shot at getting free in one piece. "On three?" She makes eye contact, giving him that look of absolute trust. As soon as he jams the doors, she'll jump and hopefully come through with both legs, both feet, and all her toes.