Note: I apologize profusely for my absence from this site! I have been so busy the past few years, and have had barely any time to sit down and write stories or finish my old ones. I'm trying to work on some this summer, so if I get enough comments, hopefully I can finish up the things you guys really want to read

Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers, RPM, or any of the characters associated with them.

Timeline: This is technically going to be AU. But basically its around the time of Blitz. I might mention things here and there from episodes, even if they don't fully happen in this story.

Summary: Dillon continues to be haunted by the dreams of his past, to the point where he can't take it anymore. Dillon leaves in the middle of the night, not knowing that Summer is watching him from the shadows. The next day, Summer fights her team to be able to go after him and bring him back, feeling that there is more to him than what everyone else sees.

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Chapter 1

He knew the song that was playing from down the long corridor. Could have hummed the whole tune himself, it was so engraved into his brain. He heard it every second of every day; It was his reminder that he had messed up.

Tap Tap

With mist swirling at his feet, he turned, trying to find the noise. White fabric kissed the tops of his feet as he spun again.

Tap Tap Tap

Light shone at the end of the hall, and he slowly moved towards it. He knew that he knew the sound, he just couldn't say exactly what it was.

Tap Tap

"Dillon?"

He started at the sound of the name. Not only was the voice familiar, but so was the sound of the word. Was that his name?

Instead of hearing the tapping that he was searching for, this time he heard the clunking of metal against metal that sounded like footsteps. He moved faster, trying to figure out who was in the hallway.

A head of brown hair shown briefly through the mist. Then a white gown that was similar to his own appeared in front of him. There were robots all around her, pulling on her and trying to make her follow them.

"Hey!" He felt himself call. Everyone turned to look at him.

He lost all train of though as the almost-white eyes bore into his. She watched him even as they pulled her away. Even as he stood there, powerless to help her.

"Dillon!"

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Dillon awoke with such a start that he almost threw himself off the side of the bed, but caught himself at the last moment. His breathing was even harder than it usually was after a dream, because that scream had felt real. He could hear the screech in the corner's of his mind, and felt a tug through his entire chest.

There was a soft knock on his door.

"You okay?" Ziggy's voice asked quietly.

"Fine." Dillon grumbled. He didn't know what time it was, or why Ziggy had picked today to check up on him. But he did know one thing: he needed to figure out who was haunting his dreams.