Oliver first one eyebrow and then the other. Ollie. He couldn't remember the last time anyone other than his sister had called him that. But there are also Barry's words. Ran. From Central City. It was hours away by train or car. He had decent stamina from his time on the island, but he couldn't imagine running that distance.

"The first thing you're going to do is calm down." He puts a hand on Barry's shoulder. If Barry's not going to do it, it's clear he needs to be the voice of reason.

Maybe he should be more surprised than he is, but he's seen things over the last six years.

"Calm down and tell me what happened before you headed here."