I couldn't stop staring at him. Oh, forgive me, but he was Tommy reincarnated.
The smile, the laugh, the stance, that expression, this movement…
It hurt. I could barely concentrate on what he was saying.
"The only thing I know for sure is that we have to go after them," he was saying when I finally tuned in.
"I thought them all destroyed," Billy put in, "or at least turned good after…Zordon…"
He couldn't finish it. None of us could.
Greg was already shaking his head. "No. I wish that it had, but the effects were only temporary. It gave the galaxy a reprieve, that's all.
"It was enough, then. We had time to recover from our losses and regroup. I think Dad was already working on this before he died."
It was shocking, to see how callous he was, how easily he'd moved on from Tommy's death.
I guess it was understandable to a certain extent. I mean, he had the safety of the galaxy riding on his shoulders. Still, he could show a little sorrow.
I had to ask. I just had to. "How old are you?"
The others seemed surprised by my question. He took it in stride, just like his father.
"I'm twenty-six," he stated matter-of-factly.
Trent's POVThe older Rangers all stared in shock. I guess they weren't expecting that.
"Impossible," Jason said softly. "He would have been 18 when you were born. During the Zeo years."
"He was with me then," Kat whispered, having gone pale.
Oh. Wow. Had Dr. O really been playing her?
Greg shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you. I don't know who my mother is, and I only know of one of my father's past relationships."
They all stared in shock. Finally, Conner stepped up and got the ball rolling again.
"Okay, we've established that he's a geezer," he quipped, "but we haven't established a battle plan or anything. We need to think about the world first, then point fingers after."
Greg nodded at Conner, smiling. "He's right. We can play the blame game any time, after we save the world." A shadow passed over his face. I don't think anyone noticed but me. Everyone else was too busy arguing or trying to calm everyone else down.
He knew something he wasn't sharing. I was going to find out what.
He seemed resigned to the fact that everyone was going to fight it out before we got anywhere. He kind of faded into the background.
I walked up to him. "Hey," I said.
He smiled. "Hey, Trent, what's up?"
Aside from the hair, I swear I thought I was talking to Dr. O. As such, it was easier to talk to him, to ask him what was up.
"You had a funny look on your face before," I told him. "You looked upset. Anything you wanna talk about?"
He was silent for a moment. "No," he said slowly. "Nothing I care to discuss. Thanks, though."
He seemed so sad. In that moment, I'll swear he was Dr. O all over again.