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"Do you guys like North Point?"

Tyler made a valiant attempt to start a conversation, because five practical strangers who were power rangers in disguise walking miles in silence couldn't continue for him. He wasn't silent as it was. He was the jumpy one who always wanted to get people to do something. And in his case, he desperately needed something. But all he got for replies were mumbles of "Yeah," or "Sure, or just noises that let him know that he failed and/or his new team was colorfully unenthusiastic.

His smile faltered a bit seeing everyone so distant. "Well do you guys like Kiera and Jason?" Same response, but this time he got to chuckle as he opened the door to the cafe. "Well you guys are doing this for them." As usual, Tourism was busy and bustling from wall to wall, but since it was only the early afternoon they successfully found a booth. Especially since on the one three seats down there was a white sign saying "RESERVED: Tyler, Chase, Riley, Shelby, and Koda."

Tyler watched with interest as in a tiny squeezing booth they still managed to put infinite space in between them. Riley begrudgingly shared his side with Chase who was equally begrudged. Shelby awkwardly made room for Koda to sit, showing that while she was a bit rusty in these situations, she'd still make room for a friend. When he was assured that everyone was somewhat comfortable and settled, he reached over for the menu at the end of the table. Under him, Chase read the inside of the card.

"Welcome rangers. Your first task: Order the same meal?" Chase said, triggering everyone to have the same reaction as him with a crinkled face. Tyler nodded and scanned the menu so far, ready for the fireball to come at him.

"So let's see here," he said. In his hands was a small laminated paper and the promise they had to keep to Kiera and Jason, which seemed to be his greatest priority now. "Fried chicken meal?"

"I'm a vegetarian," was the first thing spoken out of the quiet crowd, said by Shelby at the window. Chase looked to her in slight horror and she crossed her arms with a frown. "Shut up. It's a way of life."

"Okay then. Ooh, how about the jalapeno pizza special?"

"No jalapenos for me," Riley said next. "Or pizza in that matter."

"Shellfish soup?"

Chase raised his hand. "Allergic."

"Burgers then, both regular and vegetarian."

"You're kidding..."

Tyler frowned. "What's wrong with burgers?"

Shelby looked at him. "He means that the burgers here are pretty unhealthy. Chase wouldn't want his pretty little self to get heartburn, would you?" Chase only replied with a grimacing look traced with sly eyes.

"Okay, then I'll put lettuce and tomato on yours."

"What's a burger?"

"Oh boy," Riley said, collapsing onto the back of the booth. He pulled a Rubik's cube from his pocket and began twisting it swiftly to everyone's surprise. "This could take a while."

Chase furrowed his eyebrows and then turned his attention over to Koda. The lone ranger sat quietly, seemingly in a daze as if it was a new world for him. It might've been, he wouldn't lie. "What would you eat, blue?"

Koda shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever I could find, really." The whole booth fell into silence.

Tyler pursed his lips, but soon broke out into a comforting smile. "Salad it is." Everyone else finally fell into agreement, finally for him. "I'll be back."

Approximately seventeen seconds after Tyler left the table and seventeen seconds into another round of silence, Riley slammed his cube onto the table. He ended up gathering their attention, and the three rangers at the lunch table were staring at him and his perfect cube with awe.

"Hold on..." Chase said, trying to shake himself out of a small daze. "What just happened?"

"Oh," Riley said with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I was bored."

"Oh," Shelby mocked, mimicking his tone in which solving a Rubik's cube in that speed was average.

Koda looked at the item with great interest. "What is that?"

"Um, a Rubik's cube. A big mental toy they invented."

"So it's...how did you do that so quickly?"

Riley shrugged his shoulders. "I practice."

"Jesus..." Shelby muttered. Footsteps and clattering metal gradually got louder and the shadow of a red ranger hovered over them with a five bowl tray. He set one down in front of each of them before pulling up a nearby chair and sitting down himself. And to Koda, who had barely eaten much of his strange breakfast, it was much of a blessing. So while everyone forked their green leaves slowly, he and his hands hungrily dove into the bowl with a smile.

Chase was taken aback once he caught a glance of Koda improperly devouring their lunch for the day, which had caught the attention of the whole team as well as some appalled customers. Shelby had gotten to him before he could, lightly grabbing his wrist in signal for him to stop. Koda remained confused and Chase pushed a fork towards him. "So you don't know what a burger, a Rubik's cube, or a fork apparently is. So you go first, Koda. Tell us what we should know about you."

Koda seemed intimidated by the fork, and leaned back in gaze of his whole team. "What should I?"

"He isn't from here," Tyler informed them of what Kiera had told him. "If you guys didn't already assume that. He's actually a caveman."

The last word was said as a whisper, but the four didn't look so surprised. The only thing they were surprised about was the time traveling Koda must have encountered, because nothing made sense.

"And that was figured out how?" Riley asked.

Tyler shrugged. "Kiera did some stuff that I couldn't understand. But they're all assumptions, so no one knows much."

"So, Mr. Caveman," Chase said. "Do you remember anything?"

"I remember...little things, like parts of things...no."

"Probably just amnesia," Riley said. "What do you remember?"

Koda's mind went off into an invisible dimension, away from the real world. "I remember a bunch of planes. Everyone was screaming and running or crying. There was fire everywhere. I remember...that suddenly I didn't have a family anymore. They were all gone. I found this blue...circle on the ground and the next thing I know I'm taken somewhere alone. Somewhere brighter and somewhere that wasn't home. Or at least didn't feel like home. I...I don't know where I was...am."

After a moment of silence, Shelby perked up and spoke quietly. "You're saying your home was destroyed?"

"Yes."

"If you are a caveman," Chase said. "How do you know how to talk like us so well? Because linguistic wise, you're doing better than some people I know."

"That's probably where home comes in," Riley answered. "He was probably transported with language to somewhere where language wasn't developed."

"For now, this is home," Tyler said. He picked up the card in the center, which he had noticed had a long list scripted onto the back in fresh sharpie. "Well look at that. Kiera's one step ahead of me." He began reading bullets off. "Thanks team. Make sure you introduce yourself well. Here's a list of guidelines you can use: full name, where you were born (if not here), age, favorite color, extracurricular activities, and what you want to do when you're older. So any volunteers?"

The booth was silent. Tyler was slightly relieved to know that the four of them at least found something in common. Or five of them, in his case, in which the newest team of power rangers was made up of completely awkward kids.

"Okay then, I'll go. Full name is Tyler David Navarro and I'm eighteen. I was born in San Francisco, my favorite color's red, I do a lot of community service, and that's exactly what I want to do when I'm older." He looked over at the black ranger. "Circle time. Go."

Chase threw his hands in the air, but opened his mouth anyway. "Full name: Chase Alexander Randall, favorite color is black. I'm eighteen, born and raised in Auckland, New Zealand. My parents are full-on Kiwis and culturally I'm far from it. I play football for North Point High, and I'm also in JROTC, and I don't know. Go green."

"Riley Jay Griffin, and I'm seventeen years old. My favorite color is purple and I was born in Kennedy, which is a smaller ranch five minutes away from Panorama. I fence, really well, and I'm on the school's track team. And I don't know either, something like public relations. Or work in the UN." He looked across from him.

"I'm Shelby. Uh, Shelby Anne Watkins. I'm eighteen and I was born here. My favorite color's indigo..." She saw Chase get ready to protest and she cut him off with a glare. "Indigo's a cool color, now don't interrupt. I don't know what I want to do. I'm..." Her sentence was seemingly hacked and she ran a nervous hand along her neck. "I'm kind of a..."

The last piece of her sentence faded into a mumble. The whole crowd ushered her with a unanimous, "What?"

"...I'macheerleader."

The only one who could hear her properly was Chase, for he suddenly burst out laughing and pointed a light finger at his pink ranger. He brought attention upon their little crowd as he gasped for air and everyone recalled and understood what she had said.

"So, you're telling me..." Chase breathed. "That you, out of all people, walk around in those short skirts like all the popular girls you hate, and cheer at the games like you're actually cheery?" He broke out into another round of laughter.

"You're a Raider's cheerleader?" Riley asked her with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow.

Shelby rolled her eyes and hoped that Chase would die of laughter. "Yeah. I thought I was more of a Peyton Sawyer kind of type. I have enough pep for competitive cheer though." She glared at Chase again who concluded his laughter, but wore a big cheeky grin sure to annoy Shelby through the end of time.

"That will never wear out!"

Shelby looked over at a wide-eyed Koda, who too was a bit shrunken at Chase's laughs. "You go."

"Again? Well, you know I'm Koda. Kiera knows my age, and I like yellow. The color of the sun, yeah...yellow. And I don't know."

"Why do you like yellow?"

"Yellow's a happy color."

Everyone seemed to think of the bright sunshine that flooded the town they never cared for up till now just as the check rolled onto their table. Kiera had assured them in her scribbled handwriting that she would pay for their meal.

"One step at a time. Thank you, rangers," Tyler read. "But you're never done. Tomorrow morning at eight o' clock, head over to this address and don't run away. Everything will be explained here." He pointed the receipt to anyone in hopes that one of them would be familiar with the address.

With one look Riley informed the whole group, "That's the airport."

Chase's eyes widened. "As in the plane emporium?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Uh..."

"No..." Tyler began before an amused grin. "Are you afraid of flying?"

"Don't assume," Chase replied while looking down. "But-"

"But I'm right, right?"

"Well then, how'd you get across the Pacific?" Shelby inquired

"One: I was a little boy. And two: I threw up on the way."

Riley sniggered. "Too bad. Versatility is everything, Mr. Randall. You're a Power Ranger now."

~X~

"So now we can go?" Chase asked.

"Yes," Shelby replied.

But Tyler shook his head. "No."

"No?"

"No. I have been...ordered to guide you to another location."

Riley raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"

"The North Star. Well for children it is."

"The orphanage on the end of town?" Shelby asked. Koda, too, was furrowing his brows.

"No, no, no." Chase began. "You people want me to fly in a plane and work with children? Are you mad?"

"It's fun, though..." Tyler said as he crossed his arms. "And don't you people need community service hours?"

Koda looked on as Riley, Chase, and Shelby all looked blank, frozen, and defeated. The seniors fumbled with fingers and stared at the ground while muttering excuses and debating their options.

"Don't you?" Riley huffed and nodded over to Tyler.

"Nah," the red ranger replied as he turned around. "Already got four hundred down."

"Four hundred?"

"Yep, and onto four hundred and fifty. Taxi!"