I know a little more than that. I know my name and I know I have an older brother, along with a scary amount of people from my hometown, here in Wonderland. I don't know how I'm connected to them. [He shifts a little in his seat, growing far more restless than usual as he struggles to maintain eye contact.] My brother gave me a rundown when I first came here. It doesn't answer everything, let alone where I really stand with these people.

[Wait, hold up. Barry was in a coma? That definitely doesn't sound normal. One thing at a time, though — and he should address the question at hand. (He's so going to follow up on that later. Hopefully sooner than later, though.)]

No, I'm not — though I wish I were. [The admission is a guilty one. He can't even look Barry in the eye right now, instead peering into their mugs and at the daylight ring around his finger.] It certainly would've made things easier.