So numbers of Flash number 305 or quick, let's dress her dead wives the same.

Welcome back for the Flash number 305 to January 1988 issue featuring a cover pencil by Carmine and Fantino, inked by Mike DeCarlo, with the entire issue being edited by Mike W. Barr.

Our story in this issue is, don't take my wife, Bife. Please. Written by Carrie Bates, penciled by Carmen and Fintino, inked by Bob Smith, colored by Gene DeAngelo, and lettered by Banota. Jake Erick's in the story. Yay. It's a double-flash team-up, as they bill it for. I also think it wasn't necessary a plan for this story to be extra length because the

art looks just a teeny bit rushed in parts of this.

Like, in Fantine who didn't quite have the same amount of time.

It's still a pretty fun story and it's always, of course, good to see Giac.

We starred Keystone City, a prestigious neighborhood north of the city. Nice big house there,

nice block, very wonderful neighborhood, Earth 2, the idyllic Earth 2, the strange energy wave

starts heading towards a house. A house that belongs to someone very important on Earth 2. It belongs

to Jay Garrick, the Flash. And his wife, Joan Garrick inside the house. We see Joan sleeping

nicely. The strange energy wave passing through the living room past a framed picture of a magazine.

Explain the fact that Jay Garrick is the Flash. We'll get to that in just a second. We see the

energy beam go past that. Right up to Joan. Joan lifts from the bed, disappears, she's gone. When Jake Garrett comes

back from Petroleum City, she's going to be gone. It's a horrible, horrible thing to think of. Where did she go? Well, we see her in some type of hellscape. How can I tell it to hellscape? It's very rocky, and there's cliffs everywhere, which would be like hell. In fact, we see her on the edge of a cliff as some stones are trying to fall

down upon her. She's starting to lose grip

of where she is fact, we see her on the edge of a cliff as some stones are trying to fall down upon her.

She's starting to lose grip of where she is. And we see that this image, this hellscape that she's in,

is all in Barry Allen's mind. Barry Allen is dreaming, lying in bed, shirtless, mussely dreaming of

his friend's wife. Very, very suspicious, Barry.

He screams Joan.

He's in this dream.

He's seen Joan trapped underneath this avalanche of rocks.

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