"I think it's safe to say somebody knows we're here." Barry says, blasting a few of the beings away with an arm-formed twister before hopping up onto the platform.

"Kinda wish you weren't wearing armor. I might've been able to carry you past most of this by running. Maybe a vehicle? Something easy to think of. Flight-capable, because we don't know what kind of terrain we'll be dealing with."

As Barry thought, a heavily modified DeLorean appeared alongside the platform, the wheels rotated upward into hover position and the gullwing doors open.