Emma followed Gia out to the park, where she found the yellow Ranger sitting on a bench by the path. She walked over and took a seat beside her.

"I'm going to miss saying goodbye to the dog," she said. "The owner said he was coming over soon."

"I hate that dog," Gia rolled her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them close. "Damn mutt got me in trouble."

"He didn't mean to," Emma said and then sighed. "So… is that what the ID is for?"

"What?"

"You had a fake ID in your wallet," Emma said. "When you left your bag at the mountain, I went through it to make sure everything was there. I saw the…"

"Dammit!" Gia cried and looked down the path she had come, "Fuck, he's going to find that piece of shit too."

"Do we need to talk, Gia?"

"I forgot all about that stupid thing," Gia rolled her eyes. "Cliff had me get one when we were dating. It was so that we could get into bars and clubs and stuff."

"And people bought it?"

"We didn't exactly go to high end places. Cliff could only afford so much on daddy's credit card," Gia rolled her eyes. "The people checking IDs usually just checked the picture, made a stupid comment about my ass, and told me to go inside. Half the time, I didn't need it."

"So it was Cliff?"

"I never used that ID to buy alcohol unless it was for him," Gia nodded her head. "I thought I had gotten rid of it as soon as he dumped me but… I must have just forgotten. Now dad's surely going to find it and…"

"Why don't you just tell him that?"

"What, my sob story about how the drugs aren't mine, I don't drink, I just like carrying around empty bottles, and the fake ID's never been used willingly?"

"Yeah."

"You know what my dad's like when it comes to drugs! I'd rather tell mom about my tattoo!"

"The tattoo you shouldn't have? How did you get a tattoo, anyways. You're seventeen."

"I lied to the guy. Can you drop that, Emma?"

"So, you're not doing drugs? You're not drinking? That ID hasn't been used since Cliff?"

"The last time I did drugs or drink, I got taken advantage of," Gia said, "And it's not like I took the drugs or the alcohol intentionally. Why would I risk putting myself through that again? Just when I'm getting better?"

"You know, your dad's just trying to look out for you," Emma put her head on Gia's shoulder. "He was a little scary back at the room, but… well, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Gia nodded her head and sighed, "I don't think it would be smart going back there tonight."

"Where are we going to stay?"

"We?"

"It really should have been a phoenix instead of a tiger," Emma chuckled and nudged Gia's shoulder as she sat up. "I can send your mom a message; she'll want to know where we're staying. They are going to worry, you know."

"Why can't we just stay here?"

"Do you want to meet a real drug dealer?" Emma raised her eyebrow. "Find a new place, Moran. Preferably somewhere with a roof and four walls."

"I've got no money for a place," Gia said. "Dad has my bag, and Jake's stupid step-sister stole the last of my change."

"Jake has a step-sister?"

"Will possibly… maybe… it's a long story."

"How did she steal your change?"

"Discrimination."

"What?"

"Pregnant women shouldn't have to walk."

"What?" Emma was now very confused. Gia looked to her face and chuckled. She wrapped her arms around the pink Ranger.

"It was just a few bucks. It's no big deal. C'mon, Em, let's find a place before it gets really dark."

-Megaforce-

Troy looked down at the cradle that held his newborn sister. He couldn't believe that after all that, both she and his mother were healthy and everything was looking good for the future. He shook his head as he reached in and touched her cheek.

"You're going to be trouble," he smiled at her. The baby slept peacefully. "I guess mom could have bought that pink car seat after all."

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" his father asked as he walked in behind him. Troy looked over his shoulder and nodded his head.

"As beautiful as a baby can get."

"They get cuter," his father promised. "I'm sure she'll have you wrapped around her little fingers before you know it."

"Did you find Alex?" Troy looked up at his father. The older man nodded sadly.

"They're on the floor above us. It's really tragic how something like that can happen. They're asking for an investigation."

"I hope it goes well," Troy said. "Alex was just telling me how much she loved her sister."

"The parents are pretty distraught. They appreciated your kind words, though. They were asking if we would still be here tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Alex wants someone to colour with. You don't need to get involved, son. It's alright if you were to decline. They just thought it might be nice…"

"Dad, the poor girl just lost her big sister," Troy said. "Of course I'll colour with her. We'll still be here tomorrow, won't we?"

"They want to keep an eye on your sister," Mr. Burrows nodded his head. "Speaking of which, your mother and I have decided on a name."

"You have?"

"What do you think about Ryan?"

"Ry… Ryan? For a girl?"

"Yeah, what do you think? It would be a great way to honour him and all he's done for you. It's about time he gets a second chance."

Troy looked down at his little sister. He would never forget the sacrifice Ryan made for him, and had always wanted to do something really special to show him he hadn't been forgotten.

"I like it," Troy smiled. "I'm sure Ryan would too."

"Have you told any of your friends? They're more than welcome to come and visit the new baby. She won't be very entertaining, though."

"Any excuse for me to socialize," Troy rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I'll tell them soon, dad. Why don't we wait until Ryan's at home before we start surrounding her with people?"

Mr. Burrows put his hand on Troy's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before he walked away. Troy looked down at his baby sister with a smile.

"You've got great parents, kid. You're the lucky one."