I awoke in my bed and remembered everything that happened. Was it a dream? Did I imagine it all? I looked down and noticed some bruises, and I felt sore all over. It was all real. I'm a power ranger. I checked my bedside and make sure the morpher is still there and sighed with relief when it was. I glance at the clock, it's already 3 in the afternoon. I slept all day. How did I even get here? I was on that space craft megaship thing, and now I'm here.

I get dressed, I pick a black long sleeve shirt with dark jeans. I put on a spikey choker necklace and make sure there's an earring still in my ear. I wander out of my bedroom and notice Bulk in the kitchen trying to cook.

"Hey, whatcha making?" I asked.

He turned around and was covered in flour and vegetable slices, "You didn't seem to feel good last night and you slept all day, so I thought I'd try to make you soup to feel better."

"Thanks Bulky," I appreciated the attempt. I tried the soup and added a few more things into it for him.

I took a bowl into the living room and turned on some cartoons. It was nice to zone out a little and not worry about my problems for a bit. After a while Bulk came in the room, having washed the food off of himself, with a bowl of soup for himself. He sat on the other end of the couch and got sucked into the television as well. If ever there was a day to just watch television and not think about life, today was the day.

After a few more hours of zoning out, the marathon ended.

"I have a job interview, so I can't come to the Surf Spot tomorrow," Bulk mentioned.

"That's fine, I don't know if I'll be feeling better anyway," I mention, referring to Bulks belief that I am sick. I might not be sick like he thinks, but I am not feeling well. I have too much on my mind, it hurts. I hurt from the fight. I hurt from worry about Carlos. Yeah I might not have been close to him, but it's scary when you think someone you know dies, especially right in front of you. I'm glad he's not dead, but I hurt because I do not know what to do next.

"Do you want me to make you more soup?" Bulk offers. I shake my head in response. I was surprised he noticed I wasn't feeling good. One time he dragged me somewhere, while I had the flu, and it took him all day to realize I kept throwing up. If he didn't notice that, I must look really bad right now.

I decided to go to bed, maybe I could sleep it off and the next morning everything would be better. When I awoke in my bed, I wasn't feeling much better, but I decided to get up and go about my day. I checked the time, it was 10 am, and it seemed Bulk had already left. Surprising he could get himself up.

I got dressed and decided to head to the Surf Spot for some food.

"Hey man," TJ said as I came in.

"Hi," I said weakly back.

"We wanted to let you know that we got Carlos's heart rate back to normal," Ashley said.

"He might be in a coma for a long time though, if he even wakes up," Cassie mentioned.

"I should have done more," I admitted to them. I felt like I let him down, and I will continue to let him down while I am the black ranger.

"You helped a lot, plus I know someone who was in the healing chamber for 2 years before he woke up. So there is still a chance. Don't give up hope," Andros assured me.

"Later we can give you a full tour of the astro megaship if you'd like," TJ offered to help cheer me up.

"Cool," I agreed. I went to the front to order my food.

As I was ordering, Bulk came in behind me, "Hey Skull."

I was confused why he was here right now, I had been hoping to join the others, but I asked, "Did you get the job?"

"They don't know yet, I have to go in for another interview in the next few days," He sounded hopeful.

We grabbed a table and started eating. After a while though, I heard a sound. I looked up, and the group was waving at me to come with them. I didn't know what to say to Bulk, so I faked sick again, "You know Bulkie, I'm not sure if I'm feeling so good. You can have the rest of my food."

I ran off to meet the other rangers.

"There's trouble in the park," Andros informed me.

We went and fought a monster that looked a little like a snowman. It felt good morphing and the others helped me out the best they could. I was also glad that it wasn't the psycho rangers. I was a little wary of them after what happened to Carlos. I know there's a chance he could live, but the psychos put him in a coma. His heart almost stopped. I don't want that or worse to happen to the others if I can't hold my own.

I end up arriving back at the apartment at the same time Bulk did. I pretended I spent most of my time between here and there in the bathroom at the Surf Spot.

Over the next few weeks, I made excuse after excuse to run off. I'd become better friends with the other rangers, and they don't think of me as Bulk and Skull anymore. I am just Skull, my own person. Bulk is my best friend, and I don't mind doing things with him all the time, but it is nice to be considered my own person instead of an extension of someone else.

When I run off, the rangers and I always had to fight a bunch of weird monsters. To be honest, I don't know who comes up with them. Frogs, purses, pigs, sound waves, I'm sure there's one based off of a food too. They all blend together after a while.

We've encountered the psycho rangers a few times in the past few weeks as well, but we've always managed to fight them off. However, we've only managed to destroy one.

I hope our next run in we can destroy them all. They've hurt too many people.