Schiller, standing in the doorway, slowly narrowed his eyes. Only then did The Flash, holding the freeze gun, realize he might have said something wrong. He gave an awkward laugh, took a step back, and said, "Sorry, mistaken identity. I'll leave right now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the glow of the Speed Force enveloped him. But the next second, a pair of enormous white wings slammed him straight into the ground.
Lucifer, who had just come upstairs from below and was still wearing pajamas, looked impatiently at the crowd upstairs. "My dear neighbors, aren't you people supposed to be asleep at this hour? Are you rehearsing a play out here?... Schiller, what are you doing here?"
"It's a long story." Using his umbrella as a cane, Schiller walked down the stairs. He glanced at The Flash, whom Lucifer had swatted to the floor, tapped the ground beside him with the tip of his umbrella, and said to Lucifer, "Hold him. I have a few questions for him."
Lucifer remained in the same pose, but the Speed Force glow surrounding The Flash vanished. The Flash lay on the floor, punched the ground, then turned toward Schiller with an eight-toothed smile.
"Professor, you must be curious about the future, right? Then let me..."
"I'm more curious about your thesis."
The Flash let out a whimper from deep in his throat and slumped dejectedly on the floor. Schiller turned to the earlier Barry and asked, "I recall you saying that The Flash has unlimited time."
"More or less." Barry came down the stairs as well, stood beside his counterpart from this universe, and crouched down to look at him. "Time flows differently within the Speed Force. Because we move so quickly, you might feel like only a second has passed, while