"That can't be true." She can't imagine anyone turning their back on Barry. Anything that would have brought him to what he looks like now. She might not understand everything he's saying, but she understands that he was wrong about what he said earlier, too: he is Barry. Barry...from another time somehow. A lost time. Someway.

"I can't imagine Iris, or Cisco, or any of your friends wouldn't do all they could if they knew you were still here."