[ Maybe it doesn't. Maybe nothing about any of this matters, and he's just desperately grabbing at straws because he doesn't know what else to do. Whatever sense of reason he still has control of is prodding at him, telling him to do something, and he has to admit that it's right. ]

I don't know. I know it makes no sense, but I don't have an answer to that. I just had this weird feeling about you. I can't explain it, but- you're in these pages, so maybe you're important. I just don't know how yet.

[ He shakes his head. That sounds insane to the point of being ridiculous. ]

I- I should just get out of here as soon as I can and not bother you again. You can just pretend I never came here.

[ I'll go back and find Barry, and hope that he's gotten this out of his system too, and we'll... we'll figure something out. ]

I need... What was it I was trying to do...? [ He has to search his brain to try and remember it, and it takes a minute for it to come back to him. When it does, he sits upright quickly and the action makes his head spin, but he can't stop. ]

The kidnapper, the pages. I need- He needs the pages. Wants them. If I give them to him, I'll find out what's going on with Alice.