T2 = 00.00.00

The Flashes blinked at one another.

Then he—the other he—vanished into his present. Into Barry's past.

Barry skidded to a halt before the white marble steps of the Hall of Justice, just across the boulevard from the Flash Museum, and dashed inside, pulling his mask down and breathing fast.

For a few fractions of a second that may as well have been hours, the Flash broke down and cried.

He fought to regain his composure before the other Leaguers arrived.

It's okay, he told himself. It's okay, there's still hope. For some reason, he'd been given another chance. He was back at the starting line. There's still time to fix this, to stop that from happening. To change the future.

And then, with an awful, horrible, sinking feeling, the Flash realized that he already knew what the consequences would be.