When Sarah came to, she was in the back of a van. She wasn't sure whose van it was, or how she had gotten there. All she remembered was leaving the Ranger Base with Brody to get coffee.

She re-traced her steps. Brody had cheered her up while they waited on Mick finding a way to get Shane back to normal. He had been attacking the Rangers and with help from a former Ninja team, they were able to get him back to their base for scans. For some reason, Mick needed coffee and Brody asked Sarah to head out with him.

She took her hover board, of course, and wanted to go for a bit of a ride. Brody agreed they would head to the coffee shop across town so off they went. It was Brody's first ride and he had asked a lot of questions about how she was able to build a functional hover board. Despite all the questions, Sarah could remain focused on the road in front of her, weaving through pedestrians and obeying the laws of the road until suddenly, a van had pulled up in front of her, seemingly from out of nowhere.

It was too convenient to be a coincidence. Somehow, this had to be the same van.

She remembered having to come to a quick and sudden stop to avoid hitting the van. Just like how she didn't like when people crashed into her board, she was sure no one would like to have a hoverboard-shaped dent in the side of their car. The momentum from the speed they had been travelling meant a sudden stop was impossible. Sarah and Brody both were thrown from the hover board. Brody hit the pavement hard, smashing his head into the sidewalk. Sarah was glad she had given him a helmet. Meanwhile, she had been thrown right into the side of the van.

Brody must have hit the ground with enough force to knock him out. For Sarah, this wasn't her first sudden stop and so she knew how to take the hit. Still, it was enough of an impact to leave her dazed. She remembered the driver of the van getting out, and she had started to mumble something about him needing to keep his eye out for other vehicles when he suddenly grabbed her. Before Sarah could protest, the side door of the van opened and something stabbed her in the neck.

She didn't remember anything after that. Feeling some of the grogginess wear off, Sarah pushed herself up into a seated position. She still felt a little dizzy, but she could at least try to think of a way out.

There was no one in the front seat of the van. Sarah was alone inside. She peeked into the front and tried to look out the windows to see if there was anyone nearby. She noticed one man leaning against the driver's side door, watching as, a little way off, a woman seemed to be negotiation some deal with a second man.

Sarah slipped into the back of the van, not wanting to be spotted by the man leaning against the door. She did know she would need a way out, but the driver's side door would not be ideal.

She looked at the back doors. There had to be a way to get them opened. She could find a way to pick the lock if it was locked, but she wondered about the noise. It might be too loud and the three outside the van might hear her.

She could try sneaking out the passenger door, but if anyone saw her through the window, they'd be on top of her in a second. She wasn't sure it would be smart to try her luck there. Not without exhausting all her other options first.

But she didn't have time. She heard the man leaning on the passenger door say something and suddenly the locks on the door opened. The man walked around the side of the van and Sarah could hear the back doors opening.

"You're sure this is what you want?" someone asked. Sarah knew she would have no choice. She would have to make a run for it. The element of surprise would have to be her advantage.

"You'll get your share of the profits," the woman's voice said. "Trust me, this will work."

Finally, the doors were open enough for Sarah to push her way out. She used all the strength she had and ploughed through the door, knocking one person off their feet and taking the other two by surprise. She thought once she started running, she could get away, but someone caught her arm and pulled her backwards. She was still a little groggy and couldn't find the strength to fight back right away. She was thrown back into the van and when she tried to get up to run again she was hit hard in the face. She fell backwards, crying out in pain.

"Stay down, bitch!" a voice called out to her. Sarah did not like being told what to do, especially in such a manner. She could deal with the pain in her face and the grogginess later. Right now, she had to find a way home.

So she punched the man back, maybe just as hard, if not harder than he had hit her. Sarah knew she was tough. She kept in shape and liked to stick to her regular workout routine as a way of training her body, just like how her experiments and tinkering in her garage trained her mind. Right now, she was glad for it. Even with the haze, her mind was still sharp, and her body was ready for the test of endurance she was about to put it under.

The man she hit with the door was just getting back to his feet when Sarah slammed the door into him again, knocking him out cold this time. With the other man nursing his face, Sarah was down to one offender.

"Move," she growled. She would if she had to, but she didn't want to hurt the other woman. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but she knew it would be stupid to hold back with her life possibly on the line.

"Bitch, if you know what's good for you, you'll get back in that van…"

"Not happening," Sarah shook her head. She didn't trust the look of the van, never mind the people who had kidnapped her. Growing up, her father had always told her that if someone tried to hurt her or abduct her, that she should always try to scream and run.

So she did. She pushed past the woman, knocking her to the ground with a powerful, though embarrassingly unsteady kick and then took off running. She thought for sure she would be in the clear. No way could any of the three behind her keep up with her speed or pace. They didn't look nearly fit enough for it.

She didn't consider that a chase wasn't the only way to catch her. She heard a gun go off and immediately remembered that criminals often carried guns with them.

"Just keep running," she told herself as another round was fired. They would run out of bullets eventually and Sarah knew it was tough to hit a moving target. If she kept running, the odds were with her.

Still, if she had to, she wanted to increase the odds. Her power star had to still be in her pocket and just in case she was shot, she didn't want the injury to prevent her escape. Her Ranger suit would protect her if she needed it.

But she didn't find her Power Star. She knew she had to have it, she always kept it close. It was the only way to keep it out of Galvanax's hand and to be prepared in case of an attack.

Another shot was fired and this one startled Sarah. Her mind was now more focused on trying to remember what she had done with her Power Star than on avoiding the gun.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she called out and glanced over her shoulder just for a second. It was just a second. Barely a second, even, but it was enough time for her to hear a fourth round, and for her to feel something tear into her leg. It gave it out instantly, sending her straight to the ground where she landed hard in the dirt. The pain was excruciating and seemed to aggravate everything Sarah had been trying to fight off. She saw the man with the gun getting closer to her. He pointed the gun at her. She couldn't use her leg, she hadn't found her Power Star yet. All she could do now to protect herself was cover her face.

She heard another round being fired, but then something else at the same time. A roar? She looked up and saw a tiger in a vest standing protectively in front of her. The two men and the woman, seeing the tiger, immediately tried to flee.

"No way," she whispered. This was unbelievable. This had to be a crazy dream. Then she noticed that on the tiger's vest was a logo, one she knew well. "Silver Guardians."

Sirens wailed as a car sped past her. The tiger had come in closer to her, shielding her from the passing car. It bore the same logo as the one on the cat's vest, which Sarah now noticed had a note attached to it. She picked at it and read it.

"Sarah," it read. "Your uncle called and asked for some help. This is Tiger. She'll keep you safe while Jordan and I deal with whatever."

It was signed Gia Holling. Under her name there was another message.

"PS – the cat doesn't bite. Don't be scared. – Jordan."

"Don't be scared," Sarah said with a smile as she looked to the cat, "I just got saved by a freaking tiger! This is awesome!"

Tiger seemed to smile and nodded her head. Then she looked to Sarah's leg. She turned, showing Sarah the other side of her vest, where a first aid kit was attached.

"I'm gonna need a little more than that," Sarah said to the Tiger as she grabbed the kit, "But this is a start. Thank you."

Tiger nodded her head again and then sat next to Sarah while she waited for help to return.