As Emma was brought out to the waiting room, sporting only a bandage for her sprained wrist, as well as a massive bruise where the car had hit her, she recognized a couple of familiar faces waiting for her: Jordan, as she expected, and Mr. Fisher, the man who had hit her. Jordan looked happy to see her, especially since she wasn't badly hurt, and made his way over to give her a kiss and a hug. Mr. Fisher looked very guilty and apologetic over what happened, despite Emma's many assurances in the car on the way over that everything was okay.

Initially she had been frustrated with him. Many years of being a cyclist meant Emma had seen the worst of drivers. Some had forced her off the road, many had almost knocked her right off her bike at full speed. If she had to finally be injured by a car, she was glad that at least this one was slowing down. She also assured Mr. Fisher she knew he hadn't meant any harm. She had taken her eyes off the road to tend to Joe many times, and knew that each of those times, she was lucky nothing had happened. Gia and Jordan sometimes had full days heading to accident scenes only to find out the driver who caused them had only looked away for a second.

"It could have happened to anyone," she assured Mr. Fisher again. "Honestly, I'm just glad you offered to help me out."

"Still, I feel really terrible," Mr. Fisher said. "If there's anything I can do, please, just name it."

"Just be more careful next time," Emma said before smiling up at Jordan, "I can go home. The doctor's say there's nothing that won't heal up on its own. I just need to take it easy for a couple of days."

"My insurance will pay for your time off work," Mr. Fisher chimed in. "I'll make sure you're covered for that..."

"Mr. Fisher, really, it's okay," Emma smiled; glad to see he wanted to help, even if it wasn't necessary. "My bosses are my fiancé and best friend, and their boss is another friend and rich. I'll be covered while I'm away. It's no trouble."

Mr. Fisher nodded his head but still felt like there was something he should do to help out. It had been nothing but luck that this accident hadn't been worst. He was ready to accept the consequences of that.

"At least let me take you back to your mothers' house," he offered. "I promise, I'll keep my eyes on the road the whole way there."

"Your mothers are waiting for us there," Jordan said to Emma. "Cammy, Kendall and Koda are there too. They all want to see you're okay."

"That sounds good," Emma smiled.

-Dino-Charge-

At the Moran-Goodall home, Kendall found herself upstairs, helping Cammy get settled on a small mat for bed. Since it was getting late, and Jordan had only just called to say they were on their way with Emma, Vanessa and Claire had offered to let the Fishers spend the night, certain they would all want to be sure Emma was okay.

While Kendall helped Cammy set up her mattress just right, Claire was running through her usual bedtime routine with Ryan. Kendall couldn't help but watch and listen as Ryan was read one story, chose which bear to sleep with for that night, and then spent about ten minutes on the phone talking about her day to her brother and sister.

Kendall was aware of the unconventional family in the Moran-Goodall household. They were about as blended as any family could get, yet the purple Ranger found she had to remind herself again that very few of their bonds were forged with blood. Only Vanessa and Gia, and Claire and Emma were biologically related to each other. Vanessa had long ago taken Emma into her home with her late husband, happily choosing to raise her as their daughter. Claire, a long time family friend, only realized the value of motherhood late into her daughter's life and was fortunate enough to get a second chance after Joe's passing, when she returned to the Morans to try and help out. Overtime she and Vanessa fell in love and the family came together. Vanessa was just as much a mother to Emma as her other mother was, and the same could be said about Claire and Gia.

Ryan joined the family later, when her brother and guardian realized he wasn't in a place where he could offer her the home and family she deserved. He trusted his sister's care to Vanessa and Claire until he could be more for Ryan, which was essentially how the foster care system worked. However, Kendall had learned that since Ryan had been so young, she had bonded to her mothers deeply. Troy and his sister Rebecca had a tough decision to make, but ultimately wanting the best for their little sister, decided to let the mothers continue to raise her under the condition that they would always be an important part of her life.

Kendall knew all this because it had fascinated her when she first met Gia, Emma and Ryan to see a non-traditional family come together. She wanted what the Moran-Goodalls had and yet, even with her loving Fisher family, she still felt like the Moran-Goodalls had something she was missing.

"Kendall!" Cammy called her name, frustrate that yet again Kendall's focus seemed to be elsewhere. When Kendall looked down, Cammy frowned, "How am I supposed to sleep without Plesio?"

Kendall looked around, unsure of what to do. Because this hadn't been a planned sleepover, none of them had what they would need for the night. For Kendall, it would just mean borrowing a pair of pyjamas. For Cammy, it meant having to sleep in a strange room, in a new home, without Plesio to keep her company.

"Here," Ryan crawled out of her bed and grabbed one of her extra toys, a stuffed tiger. She offered it to Cammy. "This LT. You sleep with him."

"It's not Plesio," Cammy looked to Kendall with worry. Kendall accepted LT from Ryan and offered it to Cammy.

"Plesio misses you too, but I think she would be happy to know that there's this guy to keep you safe for tonight," Kendal smiled. "And I'll be right over in the next room."

"What about Koda?"

"He'll be... I don't know where he'd be most comfortable yet, but he'll be in the house, I promise you."

"Okay," Cammy took LT and smiled half-heartedly to Ryan. "Thank you."

"Welcome," Ryan said and crawled back into bed. Claire tucked her in and then with Kendall she headed to the door, turned down the lights and walked out.

"I couldn't help but notice," Claire began, looking to Kendall, "you were really watching Ryan back there. Is everything alright?"

"Excuse me?"

"Ryan, while she was on the phone with Troy and Rebecca. You seemed pretty fascinated. Is everything alright with you?"

Kendall shrugged her shoulders. She had a very helpful talk with her mother back at the cemetery. It had helped her come to terms with how she was feeling for the most part. Still, something felt off. Claire stopped at the top of the stairs and Kendall stopped with her. She leaned against the railing.

"It's just... it's been a tough day."

"I heard Cammy mention something about meeting her dad. Did it not go well?" Claire asked. "Things between Emma and I started off very rocky. It was hard on us both for a while."

"Cammy did really well meeting her dad," Kendall shook her head. "She's pretty strong."

"She's got a lot of support there," Claire said. "It makes all the difference. But if that's not what's on your mind, then what is?"

Kendall shrugged her shoulders. She knew Claire and her family's stories, and she had taken Cammy to talk with them once, but she didn't know the Moran-Goodalls all that well. Definitely not enough to what to share her feelings.

"Come on, sweetheart," Claire nudged Kendall a bit, "If its judgement you're worried about, you really shouldn't be. I may seem like a good mom now, but it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure all this out. I have a full grown daughter, and Ryan is the first one I'm raising. I don't judge people."

Her words were a bit comforting to Kendall.

"I know Vanessa took Emma in," Kendall said. "How did it feel knowing there was someone else looking after your daughter?"

"At what point?" Claire asked. "Growing up, I spent more time dumping Emma on Vanessa and Joe than I did actually trying to raise her myself. If you're asking about when Vanessa and Joe took the decision out of my hand that's a different answer."

"They took her?"

"Well, I let her go," Claire admitted, "but only because Vanessa had managed to convince me I was a terrible mom. Emma was better off with them."

"How did you feel?"

"Honestly, I think that was the first time I truly realized how badly I messed up," Claire said. "I was hurt and embarrassed. I spent all that time calling myself a mother, yet I didn't know the first thing about looking after my daughter."

Hurt and embarrassed were not the words Kendall wanted to hear. Though she didn't believe in the afterlife herself, she couldn't stop herself from feeling like her mother could see what she was doing and it pained her to think that her mother might feel hurt and embarrassed by her actions.

"Truth be told, though," Claire continued, "As much as it hurt, I was still really glad that someone stepped up for Emma. I didn't show it much for her growing up, but I did really love her. I wanted the best for her, even if it wasn't me. It's why I let Vanessa and Joe take her in. I realized even though I'm her mother, I'm not what's best for her."

"But you came back?"

"Joe died," Claire nodded. "I had to be there for Vanessa and for the girls. I had to do what I could to make their lives a little easier. And I hoped, now that I was ready, the girls would let me back into their lives. It was a hard fight, and I don't know which of them gave me a harder time, but I was ready to tackle whatever they threw my way. I'm really lucky they were willing to take me back."

"So it's in the past?"

"Not really," Claire shook her head. "There's always going to be scars because of what happened, because of the choices I made. To this day, I think Emma still sees Vanessa as her primary mother – the one she can trust to stick around, who gives the best advice, and who has the answers to everything."

"Does it hurt?"

"Every time," Claire nodded. "But it's like I said, I wanted the best for her, and I still do. As long as Emma has what she needs, I'm happy. As long as all three of my girls have what they need, that's what's important. Why do you ask?"

"I've just... I've been having... nightmares that my mom isn't happy to see I've got a new family," Kendall said. "I guess with Cammy meeting her dad today and hearing what he's got to say about our parents, I've just... started wondering what my mom would think about all of this."

"She drank, right?"

"To death," Kendall nodded. "It's how I ended up with the Fishers."

"Did she still love you?" Claire asked. "Even if she had a funny way of showing it?"

"I'd like to think so," Kendall answered. Claire smiled.

"Then she'll want the best for you," she assured Kendall. "Even if it isn't her, she'll be happy you've found the family you need."

"And if that's not true."

"There's only two reasons that wouldn't be true," Claire stated, "The first being, she didn't care for you, in which case, she couldn't be bothered knowing who was looking after you and you're better off moving on from her and embracing the family, the mother, you have now."

"And the second?"

"She's jealous, petty, and would take it out on you, in which case, you're still better off moving on and embracing the family you have now. And I know neither of those are comforting answers but if she truly doesn't care, of if she's petty, she wasn't your mother in the first place."

It was a bit of a tough pill to swallow. No child, no matter how old, liked to hear that their was a chance their mother didn't care for them. Kendall did, however, appreciate the honest truth from Claire. She knew the pink Ranger's mother was right.

"Your mother is a big girl," Claire added. "Don't hurt yourself trying to make her feel better, especially if she didn't stick around long enough to make sure things would get better for you."

Kendall nodded her head and smiled. She thanked Claire just before the front door opened and Emma was home.