AN: These are relativly short chapter. They're just here to tell the short story between the stories and to keep everyone on the same page. I won't be putting anymore authors notes until the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own the recognizable characters in this story.
He was not sure what they were doing. Well, that was not entirely true; he knew what Karone was doing. His maybe-possibly-we'll see-sometimes girlfriend was up in the cockpit of the small Triphorian ship that she had somehow managed to borrow making sure they did not go off course again. She had to stay up there since her intuition was the only thing guiding them to her true morpher.
He sighed as he rolled out of the bunk and walked over to the ladder leading up to the cockpit. It took seconds for him to pop up and lean against the wall behind the distracted former Ranger.
"We wanted to go a little further left a half-light year ago."
Karone started and threw a small smile over her shoulder at him before turning back to the controls. "I know, I was just adjusting our course . . . wait," she murmured as she slowly turned around to face the blonde. "How did you know that?"
"Because," Zhane pushed off the wall and came to stand over her. His hand rested on her shoulder and he squeezed gently as he finished his reply, "I can feel it too."