Billy couldn't recall the last time that waking up had been so thoroughly unpleasant. He'd expected to awaken in his bedroom, or his lab, or perhaps even the Command Center, but he'd never risen to consciousness coated in the slimy fluid now clinging to him.

The foreign situation immediately kicked his still-sluggish mind into gear. His imagination provided him with vivid images of torture at the hands of Rita Repulsa and her bumbling minions. If they'd captured him in his sleep, he was in deep trouble. His fingers rapidly flew to his wrist to contact Zordon or another Ranger, but they only encountered skin and slime.

This triggered the first stirrings of panic. Billy reached for the morpher that always hung at the base of his back, and again, found nothing but slime-coated flesh. Stomach twisting, he looked over his form and deduced that he was completely naked. He covered himself with one hand and unsteadily pushed to his feet with the other.

Billy couldn't make out the details of his new surroundings, but the pulsating lights flashing on the edges of the blur in front of him were more than unsettling enough. Goosebumps prickled down his arms, though whether they were from the chill in the air or the rising apprehension in his mind was anyone's guess. A slimy, powerless Billy without visual aid was at an extreme disadvantage in any fight. And somehow, he doubted he was on a pleasure cruise.

At any rate, staring at the fuzzy picture of a cavern in front of him wasn't providing answers. He spoke hesitantly, hoping despite the odds that a friendly English-speaking life form was present.

"Is anyone there?"