The Shiba House was in move-in condition. All the Samurai's furniture was in where it was supposed to be, and was identical to what they had before the big disaster. It almost felt as though nothing had happened.

Except for the fact that the fridge and cupboards were completely bare, and so the Samurai Rangers were off grocery shopping, while Ji helped Kate move into James' old home.

Serena and James were at the Shiba House, taking advantage of the time alone to figure out their new bedroom. With a growing son, and a growing relationship, they wanted privacy, but despite the size of the Shiba House, giving Terran his very own bedroom didn't seem convenient at all. The Nighlok had already proven that though the shield could keep them out, they had ways of getting their attacks in. It was very unlikely, but Serena and James both wanted to keep Terran close just in case there was another attack that destroyed the house.

As they were busy discussing the layout of their room, and what they could do with it, Terran, who was playing by himself on a blanket on the floor decided to get up and go for a walk. He hadn't been to the Shiba House in so long that this was a whole new world to him. Up on his feet, he walked right out of the room and down the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder to see if either James or Serena were following, but got excited when he saw a small table and rushed over to play with it. Now that he was on his feet, there was nothing stopping him.

Inside the room, James shook his head, "If we put the bed there, the sun will shine right through the window in the morning and will get me right in the eyes."

"James," Serena groaned, "There's nowhere else to put the bed. The closet's there, the door's there, and with all our stuff… this is the spot."

"Then you sleep on the sunny side."

Serena sighed, "You're being a baby. Curtains do exist, you know. We'll have to get some anyways for Terran's nap times."

"Speaking of," James looked down at his watch and saw it was getting close to that time for Terran. If he wanted the little boy to fall asleep easily, he was going to have to wind him down. Terran was so full of energy, that when it was time for naps, he never knew what to do with himself. If he wasn't settled, he would scream like he was being tortured. Serena insisted, somehow, Mike had put a bit of himself in Terran's genetics.

Serena also knew it was close to naptime because she was feeling a little tired too. She turned around to pick up her son and saw he was gone. All his toys were on the blanket, but Terran had completely disappeared. James noticed this too and quickly raced out of the room, hoping Terran hadn't gotten far. As they ran out of the room, they went in the opposite direction Terran had gone.

The little boy spotted his parents as he played with the little table in the hallway and he decided to follow them. He wobbled down the hallway until he walked by the bedroom door and he was distracted again, this time, by all his toys. He tried to pick them up and collect them in his arms, but when he would reach for a second one, the first would drop out of his hand. When he would try to pick it back up, he would drop the toy in his hands. This process continued until Storm walked into the room. Again, Terran was distracted. He loved the dog and was completely amazed every time he saw her. Falling onto his bum, he crawled over to Storm. She was taking advantage of the empty house to explore, just like Terran. When she saw the human baby coming towards her, though, she tried to get away.

But Terran was on the hunt. When Storm ran he got back up onto his feet and walked after her. Of course, that only lasted for so long. He walked by the hall closet, saw it had been left open just a little bit and decided to explore in there. Squeezing himself between the frame and the door, he got in and then didn't come out.

Elsewhere in the house, Serena and James were really starting to lose their heads. They felt like they had searched everywhere, and couldn't imagine Terran getting very far. James opened up every kitchen cabinet, both low and high, hoping his son hadn't somehow crawled in there.

"We are horrible, horrible parents," Serena walked into the kitchen, saw James searching through the top selves and groaned, "He can barely reach your knees, James. I highly doubt he scaled Mount Countertop, jumped up into the cabinets and made his way to the very peek of the kitchen.

"I've searched everywhere else," James shook his head, "He gets this troublesome gene from your family, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Serena rolled her eyes and glanced under the table. No sign of Terran there.

"Normally I find him by now," James muttered. Serena was wide-eyed.

"You've lost him before?"

"Once!" James cried and backed away from Serena. He tried to make it look like he was going to search the dojo next, "I was shopping and he slipped out of the stroller and I lost him. It was five minutes and it's not like he could get into any trouble."

"Oh, yeah. Babies never get into trouble. They always do exactly what they're supposed to do."

"Don't get mad at me," James shook his head. "You lost him too."

Serena groaned and glanced up and down the hallway and James walked to the dojo for a thorough look. He had to be somewhere inside the house. He couldn't just disappear.

Serena made her way to the common room and started to search in there, tipping over stools, looking in and under storage spaces. Terran was eight months old. Why was he so good at hide and seek? Her heart started to race as she imagined all the places he could be, and just how dangerous this house was for a little baby. Something could be knocked over and fall on his head. He could slip and hurt himself. If he found one of the electrical outlets and decided, like Emily had done once, to stick his finger in it, he could be seriously hurt, or worse. Emily had barely survived that horrible experience, and she had been twice Terran's age.

Terrified her son was taking after her side of the family, Serena started to tear the house apart. She really, desperately needed to find her son now.

The timing really couldn't have been better for the Samurai to come home from their grocery shopping. Serena never wanted to admit she had lost her son, but a search and rescue team was exactly what she needed. Leaping over the overturned furniture, she bolted to the front entrance.

"Terran's missing."

Cans dented the floor, the juice was shaken, fruit was bruised, meat made a gushy splat sound, and the eggs cracked as the bags were dropped.

"What?"

"He's in the house," Serena was sure to tell them, "but… we can't find him."

"How do you lose him?" Mia asked, stepping over the groceries to have a look around, determined to find the young Samurai quickly. "One eye on baby at all times. Between the two of you, there should have been two!"

"We're horrible parents, we know," Serena nodded and went back to the common room to resume her search while everyone spread out, each taking a section of the house. Terran couldn't hide from all of them for long. Kevin took the bedrooms, Mike searched the bathrooms (he was the only one hoping he wouldn't find Terran), Jayden helped James in the dojo. Antonio searched the kitchen, Mia searched the spare rooms and laundry rooms, Serena was in the common room, and Emily looked through the halls.

"Terran?" she called. The little boy couldn't speak, but when he heard a sound he always tried to check it out, "Terran? C'mon, little monster. Come out, come out, wherever you are."

As she walked by the hall closet she heard a thump. She stopped, examined the partially opened door, and heard another thump.

"Terran?" she opened the closet and knelt to the ground. There he was, her little nephew, curled up in the spare blankets, trying to get comfortable for his nap. Emily lifted him into her arms and chuckled.

"Mommy and daddy were worried sick, little monkey," she told him as she carried him into Serena and James' bedroom, but saw it was a mess from all the reorganizing they were trying to get done.

Terran was passing out in her arms already and didn't care where he was put down to sleep. So Emily walked him to her room, cleared off the bed so it was safe, laid him down, and then, with symbol power, put a gate around the edge of the bed so he wouldn't roll off.

Then she walked to the front entrance, picked up a couple of bags of groceries, put them in the kitchen, picked out a box of cookies and started to eat. Antonio looked to her strangely. She smirked.

"My reward."

"For what?"

"Finding Terran," Emily held out the box, "I'll share this time if you promise not to tell the others. Watching them scramble is funny."

"Deal," Antonio took a handful of the bite sized cookies and took a seat at the table with Emily, "How long do you think it'll take them to notice he's safe and sound?"

"Knowing them, days," Emily giggled. "I put Terran down for his nap in my room, and it was a little cleaner than when I left it. And the door was closed. I think Kevin searched there already."

"You just used the word clean to describe the room you share with Mike," Antonio got up and grabbed the milk carton from the grocery bag. A cookie without milk was a sin. "Kevin was definitely in your room."

"OW! Why are you hitting me?" Mike cried from another room, "I'm not the one who lost him!"

Antonio and Emily giggled contently, listening to the search as it happened, until Emily's Samuraizer started to beep. She answered it.

"Hello?"

"Why is no one answering their Samuraizer?" it was Ji calling. Emily smirked and gestured for Antonio to lean in to listen.

"They think they lost Terran."

"They think? Should I ask?"

"No. What do you need?"

"James' phone just rang. It was his parents. They plan on stopping by and wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Did you tell them James doesn't live there anymore," Emily asked. Antonio grinned.

"If they don't find Terran soon, Serena might send him back anyways."

Ji sighed, "I told them he had moved out. They asked where he lived. They're on their way to the house now."

"Here?" Emily had a look around. Because everyone was still looking for Terran, the house was a mess except for the rooms Kevin was searching.

"I panicked."

"Which is a great quality for a Ranger mentor," Emily grumbled and looked to Antonio. He shrugged.

"We hid the Samurai secret from my father," he said. "We've barely moved in. If we put some Samurai stuff away, the dojo could just look like a gym and this is just an Asian styled house."

"I guess we did pull it off once," Emily nodded, "And it's about time Serena met the family. This should be twice as funny."

"Should we warn them?" Antonio asked. "Parents stopping by is a pretty big deal."

"But if we warn them, we have to tell them we found Terran," Emily sighed. She put the box of cookies away, "The sacrifices I make for entertainment."

"Well…" Antonio looked to Emily thoughtfully. He had a plan in mind. She looked eager to hear it, bouncing slightly. "We need this place cleaned, right?"

"Yeah. I don't want James' family thinking we live in a pig-sty."

"Kevin cleans as he looks. What if we tell everyone but Kevin we found Terran. We can watch him scramble, and still get this place organized in time for meeting the parents."

Emily smirked, "We really need to team up more often, Antonio," she gave the gold Ranger a high five, "I'll go tell the others I found him. You go make up an excuse for why Kevin has to clean, uh search the entire house."