[ Even before he finishes speaking he can tell he's made the wrong call. Beverly looks deeply unconvinced - he must have been out a long time, or else they had noticed right away, or perhaps both. When he hears the steeliness in Beverly's voice, Cisco's shoulders slump. He knows, then. He's going to have to tell her. He doesn't have another story ready - not one that would make all this go away.

His voice is much quieter when he speaks again. ]

I'm not in trouble. That part wasn't a lie. There really isn't any reason to worry.

[ He sighs, running his hands over his face. No point in pretending to be fine, now. His legs are still shaking badly, so he drops down, sitting on the edge of a crate. ]

It wasn't a seizure or anything. I know that's what it looks like, but... I was having a vision.

[ The story is more far-fetched sounding, perhaps, than saying he was daydreaming, but there's no doubting the sincerity in his voice as he says it. The words come out heavy, with a ring of truth about them. ]

That's how I knew what this building was in the first place. I had a vision, of during the plague, when I came with Rey. And... another one, just now. Usually, I only see stuff when I'm touching something, but that place is just... potent, I guess. I couldn't stop it.