Barry can only smile. He wants to give her one more hug, but that would do no one any good, really. He is content to fee her hand one more time.

"Who knows? Maybe with any luck, whtaever let me in will bring me back again for Halloween every year?" He doubts it, but he's always been an optimist.

He flickers again, and for longer.

"Oh...one more thing, speaking of kids. I really don't know why I know this, but I think Bart's taken over for Wally. Complete with one of my old costumes. Always knew he head in in him." He beams, proud of his grandson.