It's a lovely sunny day in suburban California, but all is not well in the little town of Angel Grove. Traffic has come to an absolute standstill on the roads. The cause: seven people fell asleep at the wheel at once, resulting in seven accidents.
It's seen on the streets as well: every so often, pedestrians have to step over someone who's suddenly passed out. It's almost as if there's an epidemic today, for some reason. And funnily enough, all the affected people seem to be wearing business suits.
Billy has made this connection, and he reports this into the watch-like device on his wrist. He's searching for anything unusual in the area...that blue police box could fit, but oddly enough it seems to slip out of his mind as quickly as it filtered in.
But he does spot a man in a brown suit poking around, seemingly unaffected. Strange. Billy approaches, concern crossing his face.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you feeling all right today?"
For the Doctor it had been a few months, give or take, for Billy - if his calculations weren't off - about a year. Yet the Doctor looked exactly the same when he happened to touch Earth near him again. Touch earth, even, or sand, to be precise.
Because the Doctor had gotten out of the TARDIS not far from a certain headquarter, to kneel down on the ground and inspect the area. He did have questions, after all.
After everything else he'd done, gallivanting off with strangers and blowing their cover, Billy figured he really didn't need to anger Zordon any further. So he was making sure to fully explain the situation before dragging a guest into the Command Center. Surprisingly, though, Zordon agreed right away. It sounded like an order, even.
Billy was starting to get the impression that there were important things he didn't know.
So he sighed, stepped up to the Doctor, and offered his arm. "Zordon insists on talking to you, Doctor. So if that's all right, I'll teleport you in and leave you two to it."
#1: Investimagation
It's seen on the streets as well: every so often, pedestrians have to step over someone who's suddenly passed out. It's almost as if there's an epidemic today, for some reason. And funnily enough, all the affected people seem to be wearing business suits.
Billy has made this connection, and he reports this into the watch-like device on his wrist. He's searching for anything unusual in the area...that blue police box could fit, but oddly enough it seems to slip out of his mind as quickly as it filtered in.
But he does spot a man in a brown suit poking around, seemingly unaffected. Strange. Billy approaches, concern crossing his face.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you feeling all right today?"
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#2: INTERROGATION
Because the Doctor had gotten out of the TARDIS not far from a certain headquarter, to kneel down on the ground and inspect the area. He did have questions, after all.
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#3: Blue Dudes
Billy was starting to get the impression that there were important things he didn't know.
So he sighed, stepped up to the Doctor, and offered his arm. "Zordon insists on talking to you, Doctor. So if that's all right, I'll teleport you in and leave you two to it."
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I'm gonna do b->z->doctor for now
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