Writer's block for the other two stories.
RJ sat in the loft, meditating. It had been a year since the Spirit Rangers joined, since his father left Ocean Bluff without a word, leaving only his sabers behind for his son.
Casey's mind was also on the Shark Master as he served his customers. The sound of a motorcycle pulling up to Jungle Karma Pizza and the door opening interrupted his thoughts.
The Red Ranger looked up and froze. He stared at the man in the doorway in shock.
The man was in his early to mid-forties, stood at 6' exactly, was built much like a football player, only thinner, his long, blonde hair, dull from age, settled about his broad shoulders, part of it pulled back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face, his crystal blue eyes were alert, and his face was stern. He was wearing a white t-shirt that ticked into his blue jeans, revealing his black belt, a black, leather jacket, black boots, and a black motorcyble helmet was in his hands.
"Master Finn?" Casey asked in shock as if talking to a dream.
Master Finn's eyes and face softened when he saw the Red Ranger.
"It's me, Casey."
Fran rushed up to the loft.
"RJ! RJ!"
The Wolf Master rose and turned to her.
"What's the rush, Fran?"
"You gotta come downstairs right away."
RJ followed her downstairs and froze when he saw his father.
"Dad?"
Master Finn smiled at his son.
"Is it really you?"
"It's really me, RJ. I'm back."
RJ rushed over and embraced his father.
"Oh, Dad."
Overwhelmed, he began to cry.
Fran and the Rangers were surprised, for they had never seen RJ cry before.
Master Finn held his son close, letting him cry on his shoulder.
"It's all right, son. I'm here now."