Someone had to go to Iceland. It could have been very important, really, in theory. It wasn't like Teddy really had any alien-sense, or that he had any remarkable knowledge in the areas of not-so-natural disasters, volcanoes, the biological make-up or terrain of Iceland, or even spoke the language. He had to keep repeating to himself why he was there-- Eyjafjallajokull, Eyjafjallajokull, Eyeahfallajokeall, eyeahfallafal, eyeyadon'twannabeherea-- and he couldn't even pronounce it. But it was highly likely that, if what the alien forces claimed was true, the volcanoes eruption hadn't been a freak, highly annoying occurrence, but the fault of their meddling, and investigation needed to happen. So someone had to go to Iceland. Consequently, when Iceland closed their borders, someone had to be trapped in Iceland.
In the last half hour, Teddy had sent about sixteen texts to Billy, trying to keep himself a) entertained and b) from panicking any more about this situation, but the fact that Billy wasn't answering wasn't doing much to help b. So he was staring at his phone, the team he came with likewise silent as they waited for permission from HQ to politely refuse to obey Iceland's current airspace laws, and just about lept out of his skin when it rang.
"Billy?!" he said immediately, not waiting for a hello. "Finally, they won't let us leave, it's like they don't trust us to do it quietly enough and make everyone go crazy and would rather we just stay here and not let us go help other people that actually need help and are, like, going nuts. Are you all right there?"