"Not a Ranger, don't think I ever will be--I leave that to the others!" Skye said, and then laughed "For a moment there I thought I had blown the whole Power Ranger secret by putting in the wrong coordinates!"Trey slowly swam to consciousness, his head pounding like a kettle drum. "What happened?" he asked, groggily, forcing his eyes open.
          "Welcome back to the land of the living," replied the silver-haired man standing at his bedside. "You're currently in the sickbay of Ecliptor's scoutship. My name is Sholtor, and I'm a healer. What's the last thing you remember?"
          "The Varox were attacking the scout," Trey grunted, attempting to sit up. Sholtor quickly moved to stop him.
          "I wouldn't. You were caught in an explosion. You're recovering from a concussion, not to mention internal injuries and a number of second- and third-degree burns. You're lucky you're a Ranger, or you probably wouldn't have made it." Sandy laughed again. "You get used to it," she answered good-naturedly. "It's not so bad, really. Jay and Justin have a blast together, and John and Terry both think they're the best thing since sliced bread. Lee and Ash couldn't stand each other, but they got along with everyone else."

"Is that why Ash left?" Ashley wondered.

"No..." Sandy paused in front of another door, triggering a hatch that opened onto darkness. "She left before that, with Carlos. He freaked out on Zordon one day--he said it was because Zordon kept treating us like copies of the originals." She hesitated. "I think it was probably more than that, but that was all he would tell us before he took off.

          Trey remained lying down, although not happy about it. "Chelsea! Is she all right? You said there was an explosion."
          "Your fiancee is fine," Sholtor assured him. "Although half the population of Port Algol is in a state of depression that she's taken. She's quite a catch. Dating a Ranger, not afraid of Ecliptor, and now she's in an apprenticeship for the Deshaadra."
          That caught Trey's attention. "What? A Deshaadra? But that training takes years."

Hank Cranston sat down heavily shaking his head. "It's all so incredible" he looked up at his son's anxious expression "Oh don't get me wrong, I believe you. It's like everything, obvious when you see it, but Billy what about your normal life? College? I thought you were doing that this year."

Billy looked torn. "Dad this is far more important than my ordinary life...college will have to wait. It may take me a little time to catch up but..." he shrugged. How could he make him see what he had to do? How important this was when he didn't really know why, he just felt it to be vital. Would he be leaving Trini if it were anything less than a matter of life and death?