Call: Captain Cold

Cisco [leaving a voicemail]: I think there’s something wrong with Vi. I kind of vibed it. She’s in some sort of warehouse, looked abandoned. She wasn’t moving. -pause- I realize you have no reason to trust me after last night and whatnot, but I /really/ think she’s in trouble, and you’re the first person I thought of. /Please/ help her, I can’t. Not right now anyway. Thanks. -end call-