A dishevelled Britannica opens the Door of Justice.
TTT: Gah! What happened to you?
Brit: Don't worry, it hasn't happened yet.
TTT: Pardon?
Brit: You're a time traveller, you'll figure it out.
TTT: Okaaay. Well I got your note and I'm here to help.
Brit: Cheers.
TTT: Don't mention it.
Brit: Just one little hiccup...
TTT: Oh?
Brit: The note said the team was in Big City.
TTT: Um... oh.... yeah....
Well no harm done. We'll just pop over...
Brit: Sorry. You'll have to go by yourself.
TTT: Why's that? Oh, because you're a future Britannica, correct?
Brit: Immediately prior to the conclusion of the CSF battle. I had to come back to make sure I was here to answer the door, to ensure you were directed to the correct location.
TTT: Hey, haven't you just created a time paradox. How do you know that you have to come back here...?
Brit: Oh, I'm sure you'll sort it out at MBL HQ. Goodbye...
Britannica closes the door.
TTT: Time-travellers....
