Nestled against a couch downstairs, Billy was feeling rather sleepy and peaceful. It would take a large kick in the pants to get him moving in that state.

That kick came in the form of a familiar voice yelling. Ronnie's in trouble, go!, Billy's brain screamed, forcing him to leap off the couch and sprint upstairs. His right fist grabbed the morpher, about ready to swing it into action. Just a look around the corner and he'd see the threat---

---or not.

He skidded to a stop right behind Katara and looked up, where he happened to see Ronnae. More specifically, Ronnae in a battle stance and fresh from the bath, fresh enough that she hadn't had the chance to put anything on.

Wow, she's really beauti---I need to turn and run. She's vulnerable and upset, this is wrong, and both of these women are very capable of killing me.

After a second of frozen shock and awe, he made an attempt to flee before she saw him.