It was going to be a perfectly normal day, Ben had said. He had nothing else planned on his schedule but to relax and do whatever he wanted— which meant no dealing with alien shenanigans. The perfect day. Except it totally wasn’t because his stupid mouth had to say it out loud.

So here he was, driving out with Rook in the truck through Bellwood to a site of a potential fight. The two had been called out to deal with some being— from Earth or otherwise, they didn’t know— who had been scaring the residents of Bellwood away. Ben stared down at his watch as they drove, flipping through his catalog of aliens to pass the time, watching the silhouettes of aliens flick by with each swipe of his finger as the green light from his Omnitrix lit up in the window’s reflection.