Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, although that would be pretty awesome if I did.

Late Night-Tommy Oliver's home:

Tommy lay in his bed, asleep. He was covered in sweat. His fists were clenched tight. His teeth were gritted. The sounds of painful moans escaped his mouth, as if he were taking hits from a blunt weapon to his stomach. For the past few nights, his dreams had been the same. He had dreamt that he was unable to morph and was fighting all of his worst enemies alone. Though they had all been destroyed, Tommy had always feared that there would be some way for them to come back. He had heard stories, and witnessed events, of evil terrorizing civilians, even after Zordon had been destroyed and took down vast sources of evil with him.

Tommy sat up in his sleep, with his eyes opening quickly. He breathed excessively and then slowed his breathing to deep breaths. He lept out of bed, and went to his bathroom. There, he threw cold water on his face, dried with a towel, and stared at himself in the mirror. He saw a quick image of Goldar flash before his eyes. He figured that he had still been partially asleep and was just seeing things. However, he wasn't totally sure that was the case. It took him a little while to decide to call an old friend. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The phone on the other end rang, and the voice said "Hello?" in a groaning, nearly asleep, tone of voice.

"Yeah, Jason?" Tommy said.

Jason yawned and answered. "Tommy? What are you doin' up? Don't you have class to teach tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't sleep. I keep having the same dream, and when I went to wash my face off, I saw Goldar in my mirror. It was only for a split second, but I think that there may be something to it. I mean, I could be seeing things, but I figured I'd call you and let you know."

"Why would I care, man? It's not like Goldar's still alive. He destroyed like a decade ago. Look, I wouldn't worry about it."

"Sure man. Sorry for calling so…"Tommy was cut off by Jason hanging his phone up.

He decided to go back to bed. As he reached his room, he heard a familiar voice. "What do you think you're doing?" the voice said. Tommy looked around, but saw no one. "I want you." The voice said.

Tommy grabbed his morpher from his dresser and tried to morph. "Dino Thunder, Power Up!" he shouted, but was unable to morph. "What the? What's going on?" he asked himself. All-of-the-sudden, Tommy saw Goldar standing right in front of him. "You, you're dead." Tommy said, almost stuttering.