Ben awoke in a white room.
He looked around. Everything was completely white; the walls, the floor, and the roof. The only thing not completely white was a boy on the other side of the room.
The boy had short, brown hair and pale skin. He wore a black leather motorcycle jacket with a blue t-shirt underneath. He also wore a pair of jeans and black sunglasses.
"Who are you?" Ben called. His voice echoed in the small room, and it seemed like the walls were taunting him. Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
This is the second Omnitrix wielder, a voice whispered into Ben's head.
"Gah! Who are you?" Ben questioned.
I am the creator of the Omnitrix, but you can call me the Smith.
Four tall, green rectangles formed on every wall, and images of every alien Ben had every collected appeared, floating clockwise from one rectangle to another.
Hunongosaur, Swampfire, Bloxx, Alien X... These images are from the Omnitrix itself! Ben thought in amazement.
Then aliens Ben had never seen before appeared.
All at once, the aliens and rectangles disappeared.
And Ben woke up.
