They all came back at the same time- the 'originals' that is. Flynn seemed in good spirits, a kind of warm smile on his face while Scott merely looked depressed. Ah how the difference in fatherhood affected the young.

Summer looked to be in the same sort of spirit as Scott. The three slumped into the chairs around the kitchen. Flynn, noticing the weary looks on his teammates faces immediately stepped up and put coffee on. Summer sent him a thank offering by way of a crooked smile.

"Heavens alive," Flynn said as the old coffee brewer began to chew and spit out liquid. "Why do ya even bother visit'n them?"

Scott sighed. "I was trying to get him to consider a new attack." He massaged his temples. "All this silence makes me think that whatever Vengix infiltration happens next is gonna be huge."

Flynn flinched. "Ach, don't say that. I've had a perfectly good day, I have and I don't want to ruin it!"

Summer's smile became a little more gentle now. "So you were unsuccessful," she stated softly. Scott nodded glumly.

"How were your parents?" he asked.

Summer shook her head. "They mean well," she said quietly. "But they're so inept at everything… you know, they've never really had to work before. My Dad went on for an hour about the finer points of janitorial work."

"Your Dad's a janitor?" Flynn asked in surprise. He put a coffee mug in front of Summer, waving away Scott's reach. "Ladies first," he reminded him. He quickly served Scott then sat down himself.

"No," Summer took a sip and laughed a little. "He's the overseer of the company. He's in charge of making sure everyone else is doing their jobs on schedule. And now that he's gotten past the disgust of it all, he's becoming a little obsessed."

"I pity the janitor," Scott murmured, downing his coffee as though it were a whiskey shot.

"Don't we all," Summer said wryly.

At that moment the door banged open and Dillon came in. Ziggy was following him and appeared to be spouting some kind of nonsense. It was a rather comical picture- every time Ziggy got close Dillon would reach out and push him away. Then Ziggy would step up again chattering and Dillon would reach out one arm and push him a few feet away. Ranger Green was apparently one giant yo-yo, yet it didn't seem to bother him much. He brightened when he saw them at the table.

"Gooooood evening fellow rangers!" he exclaimed happily. "Is that COFFEE I smell!" Making an exaggeration motion towards the coffee pot he swung around the kitchen island. "Wow… did you guys have a bad day or something?"

Flynn gave him a look which could only be deciphered as 'Do you have any tack at all, Man?' Luckily Summer and Scott only nodded.

"Dillon too," Ziggy said opening the fridge.

"Really?" Summer looked at Dillon who shrugged, taking one of the chairs at the table and turning it around to sit in it the opposite way. He rested his chin on the wooden railing.

"It was uneventful," he said.

Summer seemed to accept this. She guessed that any day you spent looking for clues and trying to remember your own forgotten memories would be straining. She immediately felt a little guilty for moping about her own problems.

"Ranger series Green!"

The voice of Dr. K startled Ziggy and he jumped, his head hitting the top of the refrigerator.

"Owwwww!" he removed his head from the door and swung it shut. "You rang?" he asked mournfully. He had a juicebox in one hand.

"Yes," said Dr. K as he raised the straw to his lips. "Someone named 'Myron Myers' was looking for you today."

Ziggy's eyes widened. In surprise he squeezed the box tightly, spraying juice all over himself.

"Nice," Dillon commented with a grin as Ziggy stared at Dr. K.

"Myron Myers?" he repeated. "Myron MYERS? You mean he's actually in the dome! He made it? What did he want?"

Dr. K regarded him with a raised eyebrow. "No idea," she said. She pulled out the card. "He left this for you though. He also said you were to call him."

"Is that Myron Myers the Industrialist?" Summer wondered from her place at the island.

"He's one of the biggest names in the dome isn't he?" Scott asked, looking to Flynn for confirmation. Flynn shrugged.

"I used to know him on the Outside." Summer said, then frowned. "Well… at least… my parents used to know him."

"So why does he want to talk to you?" Dillon asked Ziggy.

Ziggy smiled nervously as every eye in the room turned on him. "No idea, no idea…" he said, trying to sound airy. "Probably a mix up."

"He seemed to know you quite well." Dr. K said without expression. "He called you by your real name."

"Real name?"

The melancholy mood that they had been experiencing seemed to fade away.

"I told you Ziggy couldn't possibly be a real name!"

"Pay up Flynn!"

"Oh come on now-"

"Real name…?" Ziggy looked confused. At Dr. K's look it became horrified. "Oh my gosh, it's really him!"

"Who?" said all the rangers at once.

"I need to use the phone!" Ziggy cried. He dashed from the room. Flynn wrinkled his nose.

"What is all this about Dr. K?" he asked.

The woman shrugged. "I don't know." She glared at Dillon. "But since you were the one who insisted on bailing him out of jail in the first place you're going to be the one responsible for getting him out of this mess if it has anything to do with the Cartels."

"Whatever," Dillon replied. Dr. K turned to re-enter her lab.

"Dr. K, wait!" Scott called. "One more thing,"

Dr. K rolled her eyes. "No Scott, I am not telling you what Ranger Green's real name is."

"What?"

"Oh come on!"

The lab doors firmly slid to a close.

END Chap 1

In case anyone is wondering, I don't read these carefully when I proofread... which explains the error in the prologue.

If you catch any mistakes, feel free to let me know.

-FE