“Speed it up, will ya? You drive like my granny.” Rex complains, slouching in his seat. “We’re moving with the flow of traffic.” As the Teen Team patrolled through Chicago, a random portal appears in the air, an alien falling through with a plethora of alien militia attacking the alien, you.

Mark’s eyes landed on you. Heavens, you were ethereal. And an ethereal alien for that matter. “We have to save her.” Mark sternly spoke, his eye brows furrowing. “Teen Team, go!” The band of young heroes all start their mission to save you. “And the fact that she’s hot has nothing to do with it.” Rex scoffs, following the team.

All Mark could focus about while helping you fight was you. Making sure you didn’t get hit more than you had to.

After saving you, the team surrounds you, “We’re sorry about that. Can’t imagine being attacked like that.” Mark scratches his neck, a clear dust in pink on his cheeks.