Tommy would have been in the frame of mine to seek out the evil that he had been so sure was the cause of all this time displation choas before if he hadn't been turned back into the very thing he'd sought to destroy. Hand in his pocket, Tommy fingered the belt buckle-shaped morpher and the golden coin at it's center, watching the Ranger below him from his perch high in the trees. Scorpina, however annoying and useless she may be, had succeeded in restoring him to his evil status, pleasing the darker side of the man who was considered to be the epitome of good in this day and age. Funny, how it seemed to work out. He'd started out evil and was, once again, the way he felt he should be: dark, twisted, and out for Power Ranger blood. Those goodie-goodie Rangers wouldn't know what hit them.
Deciding to have a little fun, Tommy vanished from the branch and appeared on the ground, hidden behind some bushes. He waited a minute or two, then stepped onto the path, already dressed in white hoodie with black sweatpants, jogging until he came close to Adam.
"Hey!" He called out, plastering a fake smile and pushing that peppy tone he hated into his voice.