Along a nearly vacant road there are three mystic warriors sitting at the outdoor eating area of a restaurant. An eatery reserved for mostly truck drivers, motorcyclists, and to a lesser extent, road-tripping tourists heading to Disneyland. The owner wandered over to check on his customers, yet couldn't help but get a strange feeling from the three. He knew them from somewhere, even if he didn't say anything in fear of coming off impolite. It kept burning at him until it couldn't take it anymore. As he walked over, the youngest of the three pulled out a cell phone-like object, which seemed to sprinkle his food with seasoning.

"Bowen," the woman said. "No magic at the dinner table." She then grabbed a container of salt from the empty table next to them and handed it to him.

"Sorry mom." Bowen put his wand away and took the saltshaker from her hand.

Now he knew why they were familiar. They were the Mystic Rangers of Briarwood. The only question was; what were they doing at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere? He had to find out. Before he could go over, however, the wind started changing.

Leanbow turned to his wife and son. "Do you hear that?" he said, subsequently looking behind the three of them and revealing what he feared most.

Seeing his father in such shock forced Bowen to turn around also, in conjunction with Udonna. "Dad, what is that?" Bowen asked.

Leanbow didn't get a chance to say anything, as a large black mass of cloud swooped over and carried Udonna away. The two didn't know what hit them; given that by the time they realized what had happened, she was gone.

"We have to go after that thing," Bowen shouted. "It's got mom. We can't let it get away." He saw his father just sitting there, staring at a map. "What are you doing? That thing is getting away with mom!" Bowen kept screaming, as he knew his mother kept slipping further and further away by each pressing moment.

Leanbow just calmly stood up and strolled over to his motorcycle. "Don't get yourself all worked up, son." He handed Bowen his helmet. "We'll find her."

Bowen was unquestionably bothered that his father wasn't more upset about this, but it also made him a bit less anxious in the process. "So what do we do," he said while hopping onto his bike.

The two gaze off into the distance. "Reefside isn't far from here." Leanbow puts on his helmet and prepares the motorcycle. "A legendary ranger lives there."

"What? You think they can help us?" Bowen confusingly asks.

Leanbow just sits there in deep thought. "He'd better. We need some major reinforcements for this one, son."

The two are now staring at each other, hoping that they are making the right decision. They both ride off into the distance, while the people inside the restaurant look on. The owner then notices the table with just three nearly empty plates. "Hey," he begins shouting. "You forgot to pay!"

Leanbow abruptly stops the motorcycle and turns back towards the restaurant. "Dad, where are you going?" Bowen yells in his father's direction.

"I'm sorry, sir." Leanbow opens up his wallet and hands the owner some cash. "Keep the change," he says, as Bowen is relieved that his father is heading back towards him.