Noah helped Jake get back home and walked him inside. He set his best friend down on the couch to rest and then didn't know what to do for him after that. There was nothing he could really do. All the bandages, creams, and medicine in the world couldn't help Jake feel better.

"I'm going to see what I can do," Noah promised Jake, but he wasn't sure it was a promise he could keep. He knew there was nothing more he could do for the black Ranger. The time machine was gone. Vrak's was no longer any good, and by coming home, they had erased the future where Gia died. Noah understood a lot more about time travel than any of the Rangers, but there was still so much he was uncertain off. Had Gia actually been erased from existence? Was there any way to save her? Was there really anything anyone could do to help her? She was dead in a future that no longer existed.

"Emma's right, Noah, we have to find a way to go back. Back before Vrak shot us…"

"Jake," Noah knelt beside the couch and looked at his best friend, "If we go back and stop Vrak from shooting us, we'll in turn stop ourselves going back to stop him."

"But Noah, Rangers don't just… die. Gia can't just die. There has to be something we can do."

"I'll look into it. I'll get Tensou to help," Noah promised as the door opened and Jake's father came home from work. "Just, rest up, alright?"

"Jake, are you here? I'm home and I was thinking of going out for… oh my god! Jake, what happened?"

Mr. Holling rushed over to his son's side, seeing him laid up on the couch after suffering as Vrak's prisoner. Jake was covered in dark bruises and nasty cuts that were going to be hard to explain away to his father without telling him the truth. Jake knew he had to try, though, and hoped his father would be too worried about taking care of him to bother with figuring out the real truth.

"A bad spill at practice," Jake groaned.

A bad spill? What happened? Did you get tackled by a freaking truck?" Mr. Holling cried as he did his best to check over Jake's head. "Here, let me help you up. We're going to the hos…"

"No, dad! Please, no," Jake shook his head. "I'll be fine, I swear."

"He will," Noah assured the worried father. "I brought him to the doctor already. He just needs some rest. I was about to help him clean up when you got home."

"I'll take care of things from here," Mr. Holling nodded and put his hand on Noah's shoulder, "Thank you for bringing him home."

"Any time," Noah muttered. He picked up his bag, which he had dumped at the front door when he came in, and walked out of the Holling household. He couldn't go home right away and so teleported to the command center to see if there was anything that could be done to save Gia.

-Megaforce-

"Are you sure you don't want me calling the police?" Rebecca asked her brother after he came home looking like he had lost a fight against an angry gorilla. "Troy, your face looks really, really bad."

"Just get it cleaned up and I'll be fine," Troy assured her and winced as the disinfectant burned his cuts. "Ow!"

"Yeah, you might want to get used to saying that," Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Pardon my language, but whoever this punk was, he fucked you up. What exactly happened?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Come on. You helped me now I help you. Seriously who did this to you? Why did he do this to you?"

"We don't need to worry about it, Rebecca…"

"Well, I am worried," Rebecca frowned. "And your parents are going to be worried too when they see this. Troy you can't let this guy…. Or guys, I'm assuming, get away with this! You could have been seriously hurt! And me saying that now is saying something, because before today I would have considered this seriously hurt!"

Troy grabbed his sister and pulled her into his arms, holding her softly, "I love you."

"I… I love you too, Troy," Rebecca whispered as she hugged her brother back. "Seriously, what's going on? You're freaking me out."

"I just… I'm just glad you're okay," Troy said.

"I'm not the one who decided to play banana for a gorilla," Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Troy, please tell me what's going on? At least tell me what to tell your parents when they see you like this?"

"I stopped an evil alien from taking over the planet by using a time machine to send the Rangers to a future where he's already conquered the world."

Rebecca frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, "Something believable, please."

"It was just… wrong place at the wrong time," Troy said. "Some guys thought they could beat me and my friends up."

"Well, they were right. Wait, you mean the others are like this?"

"We're going to be fine, Rebecca. Wounds heal. Just, help me to bed, and when mom and dad come home, tell them… I went to bed early."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want them seeing me like this. It'll just freak them out."

"No, I mean, why are you in bed early. They'll ask."

"I wasn't feeling well."

"They'll check up on you."

Troy bit his lip. She was right.

"Alright, I was training and I'm really tired."

"Your mom will insist you still eat dinner."

"Tell her you gave me something to eat alright."

"I don't like lying to them, Troy. And I don't like you keeping secrets from me. Please…"

"I told you what happened…"

"Oh, what, the alien story? Power Rangers handle aliens, Troy, and last I checked, you weren't a Power Ranger… are you?"

"Rebecca…"

"Are you?"

"Rebecca…"

"You… You're a Power Ranger, aren't you?"

"No," Troy shook his head and felt his heart breaking. "Some punks thought they'd pick on me and my friends, and I guess I can't out intimidate everyone. I'll be fine, Rebecca, just… please cover for me and… and I'll… drive you to school every morning for a month."

"You don't have a car."

"I'll drive you to the mall every day once I do."

"Ha, ha, joke's on you. I don't have any friends to take to the mall… oh… wait."

"Just… please Rebecca," Troy grabbed her arms, "This is what brothers and sisters do. We cover for each other. Just for tonight. I'll look better in the morning and I'll tell mom and dad what happened. You won't be lying to them; you'll just be delaying the truth."

"You owe me for this," Rebecca said. Troy nodded his head and kissed her cheek before running upstairs. He closed his bedroom door and fell into his bed. He grabbed his face in his hands and sobbed quietly just to himself.

-Megaforce-

When Emma came home, she didn't bother to make it past the door. She simply collapse to the floor in the front hallway and sobbed, unable to stop herself. Unable to move.

"Emma?" her mother, who was visiting like she did nearly every day, and Mrs. Moran ran out from the living room when they heard her. Mrs. Goodall took her daughter in her arms and held her warmly. She had never seen her, or any person, so upset before. When she looked to Mrs. Moran's eyes, she saw her best friend was just as shocked and terrified.

"Emma, what's happened?" Mrs. Moran asked as she placed her hand on Emma's back. Emma only continued to sob. She couldn't get her words out. She couldn't say anything. She didn't know what to say anyways. She couldn't tell her mother what had happened, and there was no way she could look Mrs. Moran in the eyes and tell her her daughter was dead.

"Come on, Emma, talk to us," Mrs. Goodall tried to turn her daughter, to get her to look at her, but Emma refused and buried her face in her mother's shoulder, clutching her tightly as she cried. Mrs. Goodall felt her own tears building up in her eyes. Her daughter was breaking her heart, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't stop Emma's cries, she couldn't fix her problems. She had no idea what they were. All she could do was hold her, but that didn't seem to be near enough.

"Gia," Mrs. Moran said to Mrs. Goodall as she got up. "Gia will know. She can talk to her. I'll get Gia…"

"Aren't they always together?" Mrs. Goodall asked.

"No, Gia was at the Brainfreeze," Mrs. Moran shook her head as a she felt her stomach turn. She shook her head again and reached for her cell phone. She dialled her daughter's number so she could beg her to come home and help with Emma, but she didn't get through.

"I'll… I'll go find her," Mrs. Moran jumped up and stormed out of the house. She had her car keys in hand, and made it up to her car when they fell. She leaned against the car and took in a deep breath.

"No… no," she shook her head. She had never seen Emma so upset before. Her chin quivered and her blood froze. When her parents took trips without her, Emma would cry, but she would never get this upset. When boys started pushing her around because of her love of the planet, she would get angry, but never this upset. When her parents left her, she had been hurt, but then this upset. When her father pointed the gun at her and Gia, she had been scared, but never this upset.

Mrs. Moran clutched her heart and her stomach as she dropped to her knees beside the car. When Mr. Moran had died, Emma had been distraught, but never this upset. This was a new level of pain for Emma. This was a hurt Emma never should have experienced. A hurt no one should have seen. Her cries, her screams, and her tears could only mean one thing. Mrs. Moran let out a cry of her own as guilt, shock, fear, doubt, and pain fell on her, crushing her from the outside and tearing her apart on the inside.