A\N: My muses are somewhat random...enjoy, anyway.

"Oh my god."

Voices.

I haven't heard speech in so long.

I open my eyes a little. The floor stares back, and I try to sit up. I nearly scream at the pain. It hurts so much...

"This place is so gross..."

Pink. Has to be. We're the only ones...only ones who...

I feel myself fading again and catch myself. Can't sleep now. Might die.

"Help...me." I manage, a soft whisper. No. Have to get help. Have to get their attention..."Help me..."

The White Ranger sees me and charges over. The others hang back, startled. Still children, by their build.

Earth children.

No, can't be real. Dark Specter lies. I know that. Not Earth. Not from Earth. Not my children. Please not my children.

"What happened to you?" White Ranger gasps.

"Dark Specter. His monsters." I manage. I haven't spoken in what feels like years. My voice is raw, hoarse.

"Hold on. We'll get you out of here."

I nod, feeling a teleportation beam envelop me.

It feels warmer than I remember.

I wake up in a Command Center.

No.

The Command Center. Earth's.

Zordon watches me impassionatly, and I'm flooded with teenagers.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"You don't do fingers! You do colors for brain damage!"

"I thought you did numbers. What's twelve times ten?"

Wow. These kids are vibrant. "Guys!"

They shut up, staring at me like I have two heads. I smile. "Thanks, but I think my brain's all right." Which may be the only part of my body not hurting. "Who are you?" And why do you look suspiciously like Earthlings?

"I'm Tommy Oliver. That's Jason Scott, Trini Kwan, Billy Cranston, Kimberly Hart, and Zach Taylor."

I count to ten. Twice. "Nice to meet you." I manage to say. "My name is Rory Sherwood, Pink Ranger of Earth."

They look stunned, and I smile. "Well, former Pink Ranger." I amend. "Hello, Zordon."

"AURORA."

Always did insist on using my full name. I am gonna have one hell of a chat with him when these kids aren't around.

"Your morpher...we found it." Kim says, pressing my gem into my hand. I take it, feeling the weak thrill of Power.

The gem is cracked. Flawed.

But it's here.

And so am I.

I smile at the new Earth team. I guess it could be worse.

At least I'm not in the Dark Fortress anymore.