Disclaimer: I still don't own the Power Rangers

A/N: The end of Kat's story. I meant to have five letters, but I miscounted and then decided that it worked with four.


In the end, though, Kat always returns to the desert. It's where her life began, and it's where she went when it changed. Her spot, Tommy calls it, teasing her with a kiss. He was the one who brought her a lawn chair and made sure it was positioned to give her the best shade. Billy had modified the chair, though, with a rotating desk for her to use to write on.

Well, we've done it; she wrote one endless summer day, we've found replacement Rangers. It's funny, when I first got the Power Coin, I didn't want to be a Ranger. Now I don't want to leave the team. It's like school, I wanted to graduate more than anything, and now I'm rushing to go back. I've been accepted at the Royal Dance Academy in London, England, so I have to pass off my power. I think that my successor will do as good a job as I did. Thankfully, Divatox is as stupid as she first seemed, so they'll have time to learn. And we're leaving Justin on the team. Justin's a kid, but he understands being a Ranger.

I don't want to lose Justin's address; I have a feeling that we're going to want to keep in touch with him.


The package showed up on a Wednesday, a week after the funeral. It was addressed to Brett Hilliard and the letter was short and sweet.

You always wanted to read my diary. Now you have my permission. –Kat.