Disclaimer: Ocean Bluff belongs to Disney and is a referrence to Jungle Fury. Justin belongs to Saban, I believe. Everything else is all mine.
A/N: (On Justin's character) He's about 21 here, and is in graduate school because he became bored with the life he was leading, yet he didn't want to leave Angel Grove because he couldn't bring himself to move on like the others had.
Insomniatic Thoughts
He hated nights like these, nights where he was left restless and alone and bored. He let out a heavy sigh and sunk further into the lone couch of his small one-bedroom apartment. He hadn't even bothered turning on the lights in the room. What would it matter anyways, he huffed. It's not like there's anything worth seeing in here.
There had been a news report earlier of a new set of Power Rangers in a town called Ocean Bluff. He had noted dully to himself that it was somewhere east of where he was. Typical of the Power these days, I suppose; always around me, but never mine. There was pain in his chest that came back to life. Figuring his day had gone bad enough, he turned off the TV and tried to turn in early for the night.
So, really, he should have seen this coming.
He tried to let his mind wander to other things, trivial things like school and food, but they always brought them back to that time. Memories of shared jokes and sparing and studying with people who had become the family he had lost so long ago. Another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he thought of the missing weight on his left wrist.
Most nights like this one were spent contemplating what his life would be like had he chosen not to stay behind. Would he have ended up like the others, leaving for something more normal and less time-consuming? Frustrated, he ran his hands over his face.
"Ugh! It's obviously too late to be thinking about all this! Get over it already, Stewart! It's been years!"
A small part of him hoped that a glorious voice would have popped up from nowhere at that moment with an offer to whisk him away from this boring life of sleep-school-homework-food-school-train-sleep-school routine that he felt was taking over more than just his life, but his very soul.
He let another incoherent groan and grunted into his hands, "It feels like my soul is dying a slow and painful Power-deficient death."
Several moments passed and he barely noticed that he had, once again, slipped into his relaxed position on the couch. As he felt himself begin to drift off into sleep, Justin vaguely wondered if any of his old friends felt this emptiness as well.