"Who are you?" Barry asked without asking. He was now in the fire that seemingly sprung up all around him. "Why do I feel like I know you?"
  "So obsessed with time, but you have no memory." Patawanyme stood next to him in the flames.
  "I can remember things."
  "You only remember one thing."
  Barry's cheeks went hot, but not from the fire. If anything the fire was cool. He was standing in the middle.
   "I'm just Patawanyme."