Who? Kimberly and Kira.
Where? Cemetery.
When? Night.
What? Kimberly arrives and has no idea what the heck is going on.
She had hugged Ms. Alicia, Rocko, William, and Abraham before she'd left, wearing the traditional cowboy hat. Well, when one was in the wild west how could you
not accessorize accordingly? She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked through the rift of time...and stepping onto sloshy ground and a sudden torrent of rain. Kimberly gasped, glancing up, and twisting her face in an expression of disgust. "God, gross Billy," she muttered to herself, shivering with the unwelcoming cold of (what she thought was) Angel Grove.
She wore her jean skort, her pink shirt, her brown ankle-high boots, and not much else. In a matter of minutes, she'd be soaked. God, and her hair! She was so going to kill Billy. She glanced around, feeling a chill run down her spine. "Ugh, creepy cemeteries." Why was it always her? Glancing down at her communicator, she brought it to her lips and pressed on it, "Billy? Come in." She frowned when he didn't answer. "Billy," she repeated.
Weird. She pressed the next button, hoping she'd teleport to the command center, but no joy. "This is like too weird," she said, finally, placing her hands on her hips. She blinked, though, as she stared at the length of the graveyard. Something wasn't right (aside from the usual unrightedness that seemed to follow her as the Pink Ranger). This cemetery was unfamiliar. Angel Grove was not, by any means, a large city. If anything, it was pretty small, considering. Kimberly had a tendency to stay away from these creepy places, but she knew home. This? Wasn't home.
"I swear," she said, loudly, running toward the nearest crypt for shelter (and hair protection), "if I've been whisked away to another alternate dimension, I'm like so hanging up my morpher." She was so totally serious. Why did the universe always pick on her?
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