[ he thinks to tell her he'd tried iceskating, given wonderland's truly embraced winter, made everything white, took things from him he wanted taken and wanted to keep. glancing down at himself, it's now he notices he's dripping wet, standing in a puddle that otherwise wouldn't exist if he was on the move. ]

You're back, right? [ his brows knit together as a desperate hope takes root and begins to grow inside of him. the christmas event had been hard; barry remembers how it'd been, falling asleep and remembering nothing at all about his life that had made and broken him plenty times over. ]

[ he hates that he'd been happy. content iris had come and gone, not quite knowing what she'd gone back to as he couldn't remember beyond the scope of wonderland itself. he'd had no hope for anything impossible, simply existing with what had happened and was happening in wonderland. ]

[ he shakes his head, lifting his gaze to hers. ] I don't remember this, so this can't be Wonderland giving me back my memories for Christmas again.