He knew the where the Crimson Flash lived. In fact, he knew the Crimson Flash's name, the one his parents had bestowed upon their bouncing baby boy. He knew what secrets motivated the hero, what things he kept hidden. He knew it all.

Things were changing. The old man could feel that, even if he could not tell exactly how they were changing. He had to make sure that things moved as they had to move. He had promised the Crimson Flash a rematch. He was unsure if it was quite the right time for that, however. So he walked to a place near the hero's place of residence, to consider his options.

And to see if the hero was ready for another trial by combat.

((At the time of this post, V of the W was Abram.))