Normally, Ted didn't hesitate with his communication device. He liked to talk, and phone calls were his preferred method of keeping in touch with his loved ones. Sadly, peaceful, relaxing times would be coming to an end. His goku uniform, which might be ready any day now, demanded his utmost strength and willpower. He had to steel himself to have any chance of surviving. To be utterly firm in his convictions. 

He was appalled by the subarchways; how they preyed upon the weak-hearted and the weak-minded. Especially children. Ted knew it was the moral duty of everyone to love what's true, and hate what's false. If only he could get others to agree. The thought of motes and beams crossed his mind. If he wanted others to embrace truth, he'd have to do the same, and cut himself loose of comforting falsehoods of his own. It was time for the truth. As he dialed each number and waited to be received, He prayed that the truth would not be too terrible.

Past: To Justice

Mewtwo isn't Ted's first choice for conversation, despite the lengthy one they'd had upon their first meeting. He simply seemed to irritate the artificial creature for reasons unbeknownst to Ted. In a way, that made him uniquely poised to answer the unsettling question that weighed on him ever since Koishi's party. Mewtwo, regrettably, was himself a victim of comforting falsehoods, if his time on Lake Canaa were any indication. Perhaps that made him an expert.

"Hello J--Mewtwo. Is now a good time? I need an expert opinion. It's about my...well, pokemon in general."

Present: To Sans

Ted wasn't sure where to start with this one. Sans had worried him at first with his previous position on the wrong side of a racial war. But he'd largely forgotten it, using Sans' sloth as a convenient excuse from anything dreadful. He couldn't deny that there seemed to be more to the silly skeleton than he let on, but then Ted could hardly hold that against him. Everyone has their secrets. It's just this one in particular that nagged at him. How to begin?

"Good afternoon, Sans. I hope your frank business hasn't gone to the dogs. Tell me, are you familiar with a...shall we say, bipolar flower?"

Future: To Ronan

Ted, of course, was justice's biggest fan, both in the concrete and the abstract. He was always angling for Ronan to tell him the best stories about his time on the force, peculiar cases, and so on. Even in the short time they worked together, his legal expertise was invaluable. In the middle of one such call, like any other, Ted was especially curious about one subject they hadn't broached yet.

"Say Ronan, what are your thoughts on entrapment?"

 [There were a lot of things Danny didn't like about being a ghostly superhero. The late hours, the frankly terrible vacation and medical benefits, and the way everything he did seemed to end up with ghost hunters shooting at him.

But flying was nice. Some nights, like tonight, he just liked to float around in the sky. He wasn't actively looking for any trouble, or going anywhere in particular. (Although if trouble happened to start, he fully intended to end it). He was just flying and enjoying the night.

Privately, he wonders if the rooftops will be empty tonight. It seemed like more and more people were starting to show up there these days.]