Psionic Man was not as optimistic as she was. His earlier question had merely been a wild thought born of desperation.
He knew his relationship with The Flash was not particularly good, and he truly could not think of any reason why the man would come save him. He even darkly considered one possibility: The Flash might come, rescue Machoke Woman, and leave him here alone to await death.
The Speed Force had not seemed to expend much effort dragging them into this place. Long ago, Sage Force and Strength Force had been prisoners of the Speed Force as well, sealed within the Speed Force Plane.
Without grasping the concepts of time and space, one could never be a match for the Speed Force. They were simply being countered.
Besides, the two of them were not Strength Force and Sage Force themselves, merely their hosts. They were flesh and blood, humans.
They had no idea how long they had been imprisoned. Fortunately, before entering this place, Machoke Woman had just robbed a supermarket. The huge bag of food and purified water on her back had originally been meant to be taken home and distributed among the poor, so there had been quite a lot of it.
But in that lonely, quiet environment, the two could do little besides eat, drink, and search for a way out. Time passed without them noticing, and several tons of food and drinks gradually dwindled, until a crisis began to loom.
Even after realizing it, they began rationing their food according to a plan, but Machoke Woman's appetite was proportional to her size. The supplies were still quickly depleted.
Even today, the two had not found a way to escape this strange building. Psionic Man had thought so hard that his hair was falling out