Barry looks a little surprised, brows creasing together. Sometimes the world begins to gravitate around him, with evil speedsters jumping through time and worlds to come and defeat him, take away his speed, take away any hope that he has left. It's those times where he finds himself wrapped up in his own little world, with the agendas of those who are against him at the very centre.

A part of him reprimands himself for not knowing others had been trying to push Wonderland's magic to its breaking point — but then again, it's not like all those who wish to break Wonderland advertise it.

"I thought I only ended up here because I was running on the ocean." He looks to the pool, then to the small, uneven puddles on the tiles. Perhaps if he'd changed the way he'd been running — opting to break the opposite end of Wonderland, instead of the beach — he'd know this.

"How many times did he try and do that?"