"No. He got me as soon as I stepped into the room. Give me five minutes, and I'll have us in the vault." Leonard carefully articulated his words, already feeling his tongue heavy in his mouth. Damn. He could pull this off, he knew he could.

Len rubbed his wrists and thanked Matt for the help, but pushed himself further to stand unsteadily. He staggered towards the vault, only just catching his balance before he could faceplant. "He was waiting for me. I wanna know how the sonofabitch knew we were coming. Or what he's even doing here. He's from 2016. --ehh, but if he got back in with the League, the Lazarus Pit could keep him alive for a long time."