"SIXTY!!" Cisco's voice may squeak a bit. "You GROUNDHOG DAY-ED DYING?" He walks up to grip Barry's shoulders and shake him slightly. "Barry. That should not be a thing that happens. Two MORE times shouldn't have happened HERE either. OR two more there! How did I - we - let that happen?" Cisco does NOT want that to be a reality that can't be changed.

He takes a deep breath. "Okay. So officially Taco Wednesdays, not Tuesdays, got it," Cisco says. Maybe this trip here could be a bad thing turned good if he can figure a way to make sure he remembers and can cut any of that out from happening. "What happened here when you died?" He'd ask about home when he can take notes.