COMMUNICATOR // communications

It's almost 2 in the morning and I can't sleep. Thought I'd say hey, even though you're probably snoring away right now. We should hang out. I can tell you more fake stories about the future, and maybe some real ones too.

[ there is a dark sort of cackling heard everywhere in angel grove, seemingly out of nowhere; it is one that should strike a sense of familiarity in the rangers who fought rita, but neither the laugh nor voice matching up yet with any name or face ]

Almost time.

COMMUNICATIONS.