There was no dust in his room. Zhane wasn't sure why that surprised him, the megaship was a closed, clean environment, designed to filter out allergens and other health risks. He just thought that his room would become a shadowed, dusty place, haunted by Neverro's voice and his own laugh. Instead, it looked as if Andros had cleaned it up, making the bed and cleaning his dirty clothes. Zhane left the door open to his room, unwilling to risk the feeling of the walls falling in on him.

As he explored the room, Zhane trailed his fingers over different surfaces, felling the thick blanket his mom had made him, the small collection of treasures in their clear display box. It was a hundred different reminders of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Zhane sighed as he came across the small dressing table in the corner with its mirror. He stared at his image for a long moment, noting that he looked thinner than before, as if the narrow tube of the cryo chamber had made him narrower as well. He looked at his hair, silver-white instead of brown, a side effect of having been in the suit for so long. Finally, for less than a moment, he saw his eyes. They were grey, not the dark brown they'd once been. There was nothing in that mirror to remind him of Zhane of KO-35, son of Katanya of Ilan.

There was an almighty crash and broken glass fell around his fist. Zhane had punched the mirror before he even realized the thought existed.

"Zhane?" Andros asked. "Oh, Zhane." Andros wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Andros?" One of the girls asked.

"Go," Andros said, "I've got this."

"But," the girl began.

"Ash," one of the boys said, "back off."

Zhane closed his eyes and allowed Andros to steer him to the bunk, "What happened?" Andros asked as he began to study Zhane's hand.

"It wasn't me," Zhane said hoarsely, opening his eyes to watch as Andros flexed his fingers. "That wasn't me in the mirror."

"Let's get this cleaned up," Andros said, "we'll need to go down to the infirmary."

Zhane nodded and allowed Andros to pull him up, leaning into his friend as his hand began to hurt. "I'm sorry," Zhane whispered.

"You don't have to be," Andros replied as he urged Zhane to move forward. They left the room and Zhane glanced up for a brief moment. Pink was half leaning out her door, concerned and nervous. Blue was actively holding onto Yellow, both of them looked half-afraid as they stood there. Zhane turned towards the lift, where Black was standing. Black caught his eyes for a long moment, and Zhane felt a flicker recognition inside him, then Black ducked his head and moved out of the way. "Come on," Andros said softly.

The infirmary was a lot like Zhane remembered, the only difference being a brightly colored box left on its side on one of the bed with rectangular sheets of paper scattered around it. Andros sighed as he saw the box, "Ashley must not have been down here."

Ashley. Yellow.

Zhane closed his eyes as he sat down on one of the beds. "There is still some glass in your hand," Andros said after a moment, "I'm going to have to pull it out before it heals."

Zhane nodded.

"Why don't you lie back, because I don't know how long this is going to take?" Andros urged him.

Zhane shifted on the bed, feeling it rise up so that he was at an angle before Andros put his hand on an armrest. There was a cold sensation and Zhane opened one eye before he realized Andros was cleaning his knuckles with a cream that soon turned his hand numb. Zhane closed his eyes again and began to take deep, meditation style breaths.

"I know it feels like a lot has changed," Andros said quietly, "but its okay. I'm still me and you're still you, we're still the greatest friendship there ever was. I know it must be hard to think of new Astros, but if you give them a chance." He paused for a moment. "TJ, Blue, he's a good second. He's good-natured and friendly, not like Jos. Ashley, yellow, she's an amazing Yellow. She says that she does what's needed as it's needed, which makes it hard to know her healing style, but I think she's all three. Cassie, Pink, she's nothing like Loryn. She's a little hard to get to know, but once she knows you, she'll be with you until the end of time. I know he's not Neverro, but I think you'll like Carlos when you get to know him. He used to be Green, but he seems to have adjusted well."

Zhane gasped as silver light flooded his brain, "The Blue was lost but not forever," he groaned.

"What?" Andros asked.

"What?" Zhane said, looking at Andros.

"You said 'the Blue was lost but not forever'," Andros said.

Zhane shook his head, "I don't remember that. So these four, they had a team before."

Andros frowned, "They did. Zhane, I did something." He hesitated, staring at Zhane's hand. "I did something wrong."

"We can fix it," Zhane said.

"Not this," Andros said. "I thought… before we met, they were the Turbo Rangers of Earth. They had a different blue ranger. They didn't have him when we met and they didn't say… I thought he was dead."

Zhane reached with his good hand to grip his friend's arm, "Halidenari?"

Andros nodded slowly.

Zhane closed his eyes, "Oh Andros."

"I didn't mean to," Andros said, "I thought he was dead."

"Is he okay?" Zhane asked.

"We met him a few weeks ago," Andros said, "he seemed all right… but I don't know him, not the way the others do."

"We'll have to track him down again," Zhane said, "make sure he's okay." He squeezed Andros's arm, "We won't let them forget Justin, yeah?"

Andros stared at Zhane for a moment, and then looked back at his hand, "I think I've gotten all the glass. DECA?"

"I detect no more fragments," DECA announced.

"Then we'll bandage this and I'll see about cleaning up your room," Andros said as he jumped up and headed to one of the cabinets, "I was bringing you a new uniform."

"I wanted to ask you about that," Zhane said, "why did you change?"

Andros gave Zhane a quick, shaky smile. "Because after I got Analyn and Jos's morphers' back, I punched a mirror too. I couldn't look at myself in their uniform, and then Kartai gave me these. He said it would help."

Zhane tugged his jacket thoughtfully, "I'll keep mine, if you don't mind. I don't want to forget them."

"All right," Andros said. "You'll give Ashley, and the others, a chance right?"

"Of course," Zhane said, "if you like her, them, they're worth knowing."

This time, Andros's smile was neither quick nor shaky. Zhane thought it was a good sign.