When Kendall woke up that evening, her head was pounding. The light, though it was diming, was still too bright and her mouth was incredibly dry. She licked her lips and sat up, finding herself on the couch in her old office with no memory of... well, anything since she had learned the Goldbergs were dead.

She found her crutches leaning against the wall next to the couch, grabbed them and got to her feet. She was a little wobbly, but made it out the door and down to the cafe. The museum was empty, the cafe was empty, but her employees were still there.

At least, five of them were. The only five she probably minded seeing the least. Still, she felt embarrassment wash over her as she looked to them. Tyler pointed to the meal one of the tables.

"Whether you're hungry or not, you better eat something," he said. Kendall nodded. She was starving, and the aspirin on the tray were much needed. She sat down, with the Rangers, and started to eat. She knew they were all looking to her sympathetically and she hated it. She hated the stares and she hated that she looked weak in front of them. But she dared not bring it up; worried they would ask her to talk.

However, there was something she needed to bring up, "Did I... adopt a cat?"

"Not yet," Chase answered her. "How's the sandwich?"

"A little dry," Kendall said.

"Do you want to talk about...?"

"Nope," she interrupted Riley then grabbed her plate. Her intention was to take her meal and eat down in the lab, but she quickly realised she couldn't balance the plate with the crutches. Fortunately, her leg had healed enough that she could, for short periods at least, put a bit of weight on it. She wanted to attempt to head down to her lab, but Koda stopped her.

"We know Cammy leaving," he said. Kendall looked to Chase. She couldn't remember much of what had happened while she was drunk, but she vaguely remembered talking to him.

"That's it," he told her, putting his hands up. Kendall figured that was his way of letting her know he had only shared the bare minimum, sparing her at least some, though it wasn't enough, embarrassment.

"Then you'll know there's nothing I can do," she told her team. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my dinner and what's left of my dignity..."

"We'll all adopt her," Shelby interrupted. Kendall turned to the pink Ranger, glaring.

"Don't you..."

"We talked," Tyler said, "While you were... napping. We all love Cammy and she loves being here, with you. Chase said her social worker was considering moving her away from the city and none of us want that. So, you adopt her on paper and we'll all chip in to help however we can."

"She can stay with you on weekends," Shelby suggested. "And the five of us will take her through the week. You'll have enough time to run the museum and work on your stuff in the lab, but she'll still be with you."

"I can't adopt her, Shelby," Kendall shook her head. Chase frowned. He knew she had likely been drunk when she had come up with the idea, but he couldn't understand why, when drunk, adoption was a possibility, but now, even with all the help she would get from the Rangers, it wasn't a thought Kendall wanted to entertain. Kendall saw his look, and those of the Rangers, and sighed. "Ms. Clarkson's right. The city is too dangerous. If they won't place Cammy in a home here, they won't let me adopt her."

"You can move out of the city?" Chase suggested.

"I have a job, Chase. And you Rangers..."

"So it'll be a few extra minutes on the commute," Chase shrugged. "Wouldn't that be worth keeping Cammy?"

"I'm not a mother!" Kendall growled, glaring at each of the Rangers. "I wouldn't know where to begin with her..."

"We can help with that."

"You're Rangers. You have a duty to protect this city and this planet. None of you can be distracted parenting an eight year old."

"Kendall..."

"Please, just let it go," Kendall said. "This is my problem. I'll handle it myself."

"You don't have..."

"I said let it go!" Kendall screamed before storming off. The Rangers watched her go in silence before Shelby huffed.

"We've got to find a way to keep Cammy around," she said. "Ms. Morgan's a lot nicer when Cammy's here."

"Don't get it," Koda frowned. "We not adopt Cammy unless Kendall move?"

"She'll come around, big guy," Chase gave Koda a gentle pat on the back. "She's just... worked up right now. We'll let her eat, she'll figure out that we can figure this out, and she'll, at least, consider moving."

"Can't adopt Cammy because monsters attack city?" Koda asked. "Parents have to live outside city?"

"That seems to be what the agency wants," Riley nodded. Koda smiled.

"Kendall's parents."

"What about them?" Riley asked. Chase snapped his fingers.

"You're a genius!"

"What about them?" Tyler frowned.

"They can take Cammy!"

"They're twenty minutes from the museum," Shelby pointed out. "I doubt that's far enough..."

"Technically, they're outside the city limits. Their address is San Angeles, not Amber Beach."

"I don't think the agency literally meant outside the city," Shelby frowned. "I think they meant they want to send their kids as far away from us as possible."

"We gotta try," Tyler said, smiling hopefully. "I mean, a line has to be drawn somewhere."

"Who says Kendall's parents are even still willing to take in another kid?" Shelby asked. "I mean, aren't they already old?"

"They aren't old," Riley shook his head. Shelby raised her eyebrow.

"They've got a granddaughter Cammy's age. Wouldn't that at least be... weird?"

"We gotta try," Chase said. He grabbed Koda's arm, pulling him out of his seat. "Shelby, you stay here with Kendall. Make sure she's okay. We'll go talk to her parents."

"Me?" Shelby asked, pointing to herself while the boys headed out. "But Ms. Morgan's hungover and bitchy and..."

She huffed as the boys left without her, "Perfect. This day literally can't get any worse..."

Suddenly, Shelby heard her communicator go off and knew it had to be Kendall, since the boys had just taken off. "Here goes the yelling. Yes, Ms. Morgan?"

"Why is there an energem sitting on the table in my lab? If this is your idea of a prank, it's not at all appreciated!"

"Oh, wait, Ms. Morgan, that actually..."

"In the lab, Shelby, now!"

The communication died and Shelby sighed, shaking her head as she got to her feet.

"How is it we find another energem, and I'm still in trouble?"