"I...uh..." Barry stalled, raising the glass and dropping it again. This time the world didn't seem to slow, instead the glass went crashing into the coffee table, cracking it. He cursed, holding up his hand and trying to will it to vibrate at top speed. Nothing happened.

"I don't know," he said, his expression deflating as he looked over at Holtz. He stood up, grabbing a centerpiece on the coffee table and holding it up. Vaska shifted behind him, groaning in his sleep as if warning Barry not to do it. He let go of the centerpiece and watched it fall to the table. At the last second, his hand shot out and caught it.