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[thishouseisbitchin]

This version of Barry Allen has, essentially, completely taken over the Star Labs TV room. The walls, the coffee table, the windows and even the television are completely covered in these strange symbols resembling pictographs and other such things. Barry is, at this moment, sitting on the floor and drawing on it with that ever present chalk marker.

On top of the television, a pile of ice cream bar sticks and wrappers. Apparently he has been eating something, at least.

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[froststorm]

"You could be. Is there anyone here you might know?"

[thishouseisbitchin]

"My own face. The light before the darkness."

[froststorm]

"An earlier Barry, then." Maybe he could fix this...whatever this is.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"The light before the darkness," he repeats, a slight nod.

[froststorm]

"Okay. I'll go get that Barry. And hopefully point him back to here. Then he might be able to help you?" she asks.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"Who's faster than the fastest man?" It's not...even remotely a response to her question.

[froststorm]

"No one's faster than the fastest man I know," she replies proudly. She stops. Wait, that didn't sound as right as she thought it did.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"The next fastest man." Is it a joke? Is he trying to a joke? Oh, Barry.

[froststorm]

THe corners of her lips turn up at that.

"Okay next fastest, then," she concedes. For now, she sits with him, thinking he might want the company.