Inside the dome city of Corinth, the RPM Rangers faced off against a huge mechanical monster known as Mechtaur. He looked like a mechanical version of the mythological Minotaur, a solid black robot that resembled a creature that had the head, hind end, and hooves of a bull, as well as the arms and torso of a human man. He brought with him an army of Grinders to keep the Rangers busy while he attacked the city. While the Rangers were battling with the Grinders, Mechtaur was tearing apart a nearby property when suddenly there was a cry for help.

"HELP! My baby, my baby! Please, somebody help me!"

Looking over, the Yellow Ranger saw a mother scream in horror as Mechtaur charged at a car with a small child inside. Without a single moment of hesitation, Summer fired with her Nitro Blaster and sent the mechanical man-bull flying backwards. She leaped in his path and knocked him away, but not before his metallic horn tore into her side. When the Black Ranger noticed that his comrade and fellow Ranger had fallen, he erupted in a rage of fury. He ran full speed towards Mechtaur and drew his sword from its sheath. With one powerful swipe, the Black Ranger sliced through one of Mechtaur's horns and severed it completely.

"You bastard! You'll pay for what you did to Summer!"

With his cyborg speed, Dillon charged Mechtaur who rammed at him with his remaining horn. Dillon took hold as he was pushed back to a grinding halt. The Black Ranger then charged in and took blow after blow from Mechtaur before he single handedly took Mechtaur apart. While the Red, Blue, and Green Rangers finished off the Grinders. As the all clear was sounded, an ambulance sped up as Dillon scooped Summer up in his arms. He placed her gently on the stretcher before she was taken off to the hospital.

An hour later, Dillon, Scott, Flynn, and Ziggy all sat around the small hospital waiting room that was filled with chairs, magazines, plants and a water fountain. It is a somber mood, as even Ziggy was not his usual cheerful self. A few moments later, Dr. K., a young girl with short black hair in a white shirt, black slacks, and a white lab coat, emerged from one of the hospital's many corridors.

"Dr. Jackson said that Summer should be fine. If it hadn't been for her Ranger Suit protecting her, she surely would have been dead. She will have to spend a few days in the hospital and she should make a full recovery. For now, the rest of us should head back to the Garage."

"I'm not going anywhere," Dillon stated coldly.

"You heard Dr. K., and since I'm team leader, I say you're going!" Scott got in Dillon's face as he spoke.

"I suggest you get out of my face while you still can."

"Scott, let it go. Dillon, you can stay as long as you like." Dr. K. speaks in a rational tone as she took Scott by the hand.

"Are we supposed to give in to his temper tantrums now, Dr. K.?"

"No, Scott, but Summer and Ziggy are the closest Dillon has to friends and seeing one of his friends so gravely injured has had a deep effect on him."

"AWWW! Dillon really does care about me." Ziggy smiled.

Dillon took the slow walk down a solid white hallway toward Summer's hospital room. He entered through the doorway and found Summer lying in bed connected to tubes and IVs. He walked over to her bedside and gently placed her hand in his. He gave her delicate hand a very light squeeze.

"I'm sorry. I should have been there for you. I was not a good friend to have let this happen to you. I have never told anyone this, but it's all because of you. You're the reason I joined the team."

As he spoke, Dillon does not realize that somewhere deep inside he is reaching Summer's sub-conscious.

In a yellow evening gown and heels, Summer walked to the middle of the ballroom floor where she was met by Dillon, who wore a black tuxedo. He extended his hand to her as the band began to play the waltz.

"May I have this dance, my dear?"

To be continued.