“Wait, you’re flying in when?”

Ken asks over the phone.

“Oh, you’re already landing. Uh…”

Shit.

He knew you were flying out from LA to come visit him in Tokyo. He even had it on his calendar to go pick you up from the airport today, but the giant kaiju baby is throwing these plans for one hell of a loop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll be right there just um…give me, like…an hour. I uh…had- I had something come up.”

And he hangs up with no further elaboration. Great.

When he finally picks you up, he seems to be in a hurry, hence the madman like driving through traffic. He somehow manages to pull up to his coastal condo without crashing both of you.

“Wait here. I have to check on something. I’ll be right back.”

‘Something’ is the kaiju infant contained in his basement.