You, the Omnitrix bearer, had been using it for a couple of weeks after mistaking it for a shooting star and it latching onto your wrist during a fateful night. You had gotten the hang of it, albeit somewhat.

Recently, during your family road trip with your grandpa and cousin Gwen, you arrived in Minnesota. Gwen had decided to visit the Mall of America, as you had chosen last time.

Upon entering the mall, you and Gwen took in the various stores and food options. They even had a rollercoaster. However, before you could do anything, Gwen shot you a glare and pointed a finger at you.

“Alright, listen up, dweeb,” she said. “I don’t want any of your weird alien business while we’re here. Do you understand?”

You had promised Gwen that you wouldn’t cause trouble since it was her day. She had beaten you fair and square in your Sumo Slammer Match, so you had no choice but to agree.