Mrs. Goodall didn't like being back at home. It had nothing to do with the tension between her and Mrs. Moran. She was able to put that aside for now. It had nothing to do with the fact that her daughter barely wanted to speak to her. It had everything to do with the reason she had been called back to Harwood County. Her best friend was suffering a terrible loss. Mrs. Goodall had been there through everything. She knew Mrs. Moran before she had been Mrs. Moran, and had watched the relationship between her best friend and Mr. Moran grow. It was like a romantic novel, with all the tragedy, pain, and love, and a happy ending.

Only there was no longer a happy ending in store for them. Mr. Moran was gone. Joseph Moran had died suddenly, leaving a heartbroken Vanessa Moran behind to cope with the death of her husband and manage two devastated girls. It was hard work. It was something Mrs. Goodall would never wish on her worst enemy, but it had happened.

She tried to make the best of it. She tried to cheer her best friend up. She went out to the store with her to look for furniture. She tried to get her to talk about how she was feeling. Mrs. Moran was being difficult and insisting she didn't want to talk.

That was, until the salesperson casually mentioned that the couch they were currently sitting on would be perfect for a movie night with the family. Seemingly from out of nowhere, Mrs. Moran burst into tears and couldn't be consoled. The poor salesperson had no idea what he had done, and was trying to the best of his abilities to calm his upset customer.

Mrs. Goodall didn't think about the tension between her and her best friend. She did as she would have done years ago, back when she and Mrs. Moran were inseparable. She took her best friend in her arms, hugged her tight, and rocked her softly while singing a tune she used to sing to Emma.

Eventually, Mrs. Moran pulled away. She looked up at Mrs. Goodall apologetically.

"I'm sorry, it's just… Joe loved family movie nights," Mrs. Moran sobbed and wiped her nose on a tissue the salesperson offered her. "When the girls were very little, he'd help them build a fort out of pillows and blankets, and they'd watch movies from inside. I'd make the popcorn."

"He was an amazing man," Mrs. Goodall answered with a nod, "You hit the jackpot."

"And now he's dead!" Mrs. Moran cried out and fell into Mrs. Goodall's arms. "Claire, what am I going to do? There won't be any more family movie nights! They won't be the same without him."

"You'll figure something out," Mrs. Goodall said. "You know, you and I could always watch a movie together."

"But it's not the same," Mrs. Moran shook her head. "He used to… he would hold me, even when the movie wasn't scary. His arms were wrapped around me and I felt good. I'm never going to feel that way again!"

"You have the memories…"

"I want my husband!" Mrs. Moran cried loudly in the store, which caused several customers and employees to turn at her and stare. She didn't care. She looked to Mrs. Goodall, "He'd… when he watched movies with Gia, oh, god, Claire, this was when Gia was really young. He'd let Gia sit on his lap, and she could eat all the popcorn she wanted. They'd laugh all through the movie. It was amazing, Claire. I'm never… there's never going to be another daddy daughter movie night again! I'm never going to see my husband be an amazing father again! It's not fair, Claire, it's just not!"

"You know," the salesperson leaned in over the back of the couch, "There are other people who would like to have a seat, and might actually be interested in purchasing this couch. I'd hate to be insensitive…"

"Beat it, name tag," Mrs. Goodall snapped. "Can't you see she's going through something?"

Mrs. Goodall turned back to Mrs. Moran, "What do you need, Vanessa? I'll do anything. Just tell me what'll cheer you up?"

"I want my husband back."

"I know you do," Mrs. Goodall hugged Mrs. Moran. "It'll get easier."

-Megaforce-

"Three scoops," Serena said as she walked over to the booth in Ernie's Brainfreeze and set down a bowl for Gia, "Banana flavoured ice-cream. It looks good."

"Thank you," Gia said. She took a spoon from Serena and poked at her ice-cream, "Today was fun."

"I love the zoo," Serena smiled. "I took Terran last month for the first time. He had a blast. He made good friends with one of the apes."

Serena took a bite of her ice-cream and smiled at Serena, "I think the apes are still my favourite. What about yours?"

"Tigers," Gia said.

"Sticking with the Zords," Serena nodded her head. "Though, I've got to admit, the tigers were pretty cool."

"They're always cool," Gia said. Then she bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, just to be sure there was no one she knew around, "Can you keep a secret?"

Serena leaned in closer over the table, "Are you a Power Ranger too?"

Gia rolled her eyes, "Right. Look, I've got to show you something. Promise you won't freak out?"

"As long as it's not a tattoo," Serena joked but when she saw Gia's face fall she knew it was serious, "What?"

"Shh!" Gia grabbed Serena's arm and pulled her into the bathroom. She took off her jacket, "You know the day Cliff died? Well, I got this shortly after."

Serena was stuck staring at the tattoo on Gia's shoulder. "Uh…"

"What do you think dad would think if he knew about it?"

"He doesn't?"

"No?"

"Your mother?"

"Clueless."

"Gia Moran!" Serena crossed her arms over her chest, "How the hell did you get a tattoo without parental consent? You're seventeen!"

"Some people don't seem to think so," Gia shrugged her shoulders. "Serena, really, what do you think dad would think if he knew? Would he be mad?"

"Not… mad," Serena looked at the tattoo again and then at Gia, "Probably disappointed…"

"It's not a tattoo I'm going to regret," Gia said. "There's a reason I got it. It's not just some drunken night…"

"Good, or else I'd be having a talk to you about drinking," Serena said. "You know tattoos are permanent, right?"

"I know. That's why I got it," Gia nodded her head. "Jake says I'm like a tiger, and it is my Zord, so I guess they do represent me."

"So you tattooed one to your shoulder?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"To feel better," Gia said. "I know I've got you, Emma, my mom, and… well, dad, always looking out for me but I got tired of relying on other people for help. What… what would I do if… what happened to dad happened to you guys?"

"It's not."

"But what if it did?" Gia asked. "I don't want to be needy anymore. So, I put a reminder to myself that I've got to have my own back. So, do you think dad will be mad?"

Serena had another look at the tattoo. Gia's reason did make a lot of sense in her eyes. The tattoo wasn't something she had done without thinking, and the significance behind her was sure to stick for the rest of her life. Serena knew that what Gia had been through because of Cliff and because of the boys at school wasn't something she would ever get over completely or forget.

The tiger looked strong, it looked pretty cool, but most of all, it looked like it did belong. Serena smiled at Gia and took her into her arms.

"He'd be proud you're looking out for yourself."

"Thanks."

"You know, he's not gone," Serena smiled as she looked down at the yellow Ranger.

"He is."

"Do you remember him?"

"Yeah."

"He's not gone," Serena shook her head. "Sweetie, I don't promise you're going to feel better soon, but I do promise this is going to get easier, especially if you don't let the darkness win."

"Darkness?"

"Emma told me it was clones who killed him. Clones Vrak made. You've got to want revenge."

"I…"

"I just put an idea in your head, haven't I?"

Gia had to think about it for a moment. Until now, Gia had been content with the death of the clones. She had personally killed Troy's and Emma's, and had been responsible for the deaths of Jake's and her owns. Her mother had killed Noah's. She thought that had been all she needed to avenge her father's death. Now, she remembered the clones weren't the enemy, they were a creation. Vrak had pointed a blaster at her, he had created the clone that murdered her father with nothing but malicious intent. It was Vrak who needed to pay.

"Gia," Serena grabbed the younger girl's arms and looked her right in the eyes, "Revenge won't bring him back, you know that, right?"

Gia looked up. She nodded her head.

"I know."

"It's only going to put you and the people you love in danger. You never go after the enemy for revenge. It's too dangerous."

Gia smiled at Serena, "Relax, I know."

"You… you do?"

"I'm not an idiot," Gia said. "Vrak's going to pay, I'll make sure of it, but I'm not about to do something stupid."

"You're not?"

Gia shook her head. She wrapped her arms around Serena, "He wouldn't want me to. He'd want me to be smart about it. When Vrak's time does come, I'll make sure my friends have my back. I'll make sure we're guaranteed to win."

"There's never a guarantee," Serena said to Gia. "Something can always happen, just like you found out with your dad. But as long as you're smart about it. As long as you know that you don't have to face this alone."

"I know," Gia smiled.