Inside of the Venjix Barricades, Generals Crunch and Shifter, and Venjix himself all watched the ranger's progress on the screen before them. Snickers came from each of them, pleased that one of their plans was finally coming together. The laughing came to an end when Venjix noticed the ranger's jeep coming to a sudden halt.

"Hmmm…why did they stop?" Crunch asked, pressing one of his long fingers to his chin. "Are they lost?"

"No." Venjix answered, stepping forward. "They can't be."

"Oh, look!" Shifter shouted suddenly, pointing to the screen. On it, showed the blue jeep driving in a different direction. "What are they doing?" he asked his master.

"Monitors show that they're headed straight for our headquarters." Venjix told them. "Snap-Bot!" he yelled into the monitor.

Out on the battlefield, the Snap-Bot stopped running dead in his tracks when he heard Venjix calling to him through his built-in communicator.

"Stop chasing the rangers immediately and come back to the Barricades." Venjix told his minion.

The Snap-Bot answered in garbled speech that to Venjix meant he understood and that he was on the way. The attack-bot did a 180 and headed back to his master's lair.

After his call was completed, Venjix snickered lowly to himself and looked down beside him. There, was one of his prisoners that he made sure wouldn't escape. "Apparently your brother's on his way here, 'Eagle One'. I'll enjoy making him watch the destruction of you and his precious team once and for all!" he shouted at the prisoner.

It was Marcus's worst nightmare. He was trapped her with Venjix, and his little brother was coming here to attempt to rescue him. And whereas he had no qualms about Scott's skills as a ranger, he didn't know how he would react under the circumstances. He had watched with Venjix and his Generals as he took down Dillon and almost Scott as well. He wanted nothing more than to stop all of this, and to show Scott once and for all that he was alive, and he wasn't going down without a fight.

Marcus just glared daggers at the super computer known as Venjix. "You won't be able to take down my brother. He stronger than you think." He sneered.

"Oh, really?" Venjix asked standing. "He sure was ignorant enough to come here two rangers down, and to think that the Snap-Bot was really you, didn't he?" he continued coldly. Marcus just remained quiet and stared t the floor. He didn't know what was going to happen once Scott and the others got here, he just hoped that whatever happened, that they'd all walk away from this alive, or at least Scott. "I thought so." Venjix chuckled. "Don't worry Eagle One, you'll be able to see your brother again…just long enough to say goodbye." He said with a roaring laugh. Marcus just closed his eyes and prayed that Scott and the rangers knew what they were doing.

Upstairs at the Garage, Dillon was up in his room with Summer, who was laying beside him, stroking his forehead gently. Just hoping that at any given moment, Dillon would wake up and snap out of this. Although his eyes were open, he was in no way in this dimension.

Deep in his subconscious, Dillon woke up on the floor of a dark room. He raised himself up and shook his head. A faint pain was there, and he didn't know if the virus would try to take hold of him again or when. He found himself all alone, surrounded by darkness. Everything was black and hazy, and he didn't see anyone he cared about around. And as dark as this place was, it was just as silent. He felt like he had lost his senses, and couldn't confirm where he was or how he had gotten there. When he made it to his feet he gave the room, or lack thereof, another once over.

"Where am I?" he asked himself as he looked around. Then a thought hit him: where was Summer? The last thing he remembered was him losing control and lunging at her. "Summer!" he called out at the top of his voice.

Meanwhile, in reality, Dillon's words reached Summer's ears. "I'm right here." She told him. "Can you hear me?" she asked, still stroking his head in a gentle manner.

But he couldn't. He couldn't see or hear her anywhere around him. He was trapped in place with no recollection of how or why he was there. But he was soon reminded when he felt a sharp twinge in his left arm, that began to whir softly. He cradled his arm into his chest. This alone was enough to let him know what had happened.

"The Venjix Virus…" he said softly while holding his arm.

"Indeed, Black Ranger!" A loud voice yelled, that sounded as if it was coming from all around him, but he saw no one.

"Where are you?!" Dillon called out into the darkness.

"I'm everywhere, ranger! And now you're all mine!" the voice continued. "Are you enjoying being lost in time?" the voice mocked him with a hearty laugh.

"Lost in time?' Dillon asked, trying to remember how he got in this mess. "Flynn must have used his powers when—" he began, until a thought hit him, "Summer!" he realized that he was fighting her when he collapsed and had no idea if she was alright. "Where is she?!" Dillon screamed at the voice.

"Nowhere." The mysterious voice replied in an eerie voice. "It's only you and me here."

"And who are you?!" Dillon shouted, still trying to find the source of the voice.

"I'm you." The voice answered simply. Then, finally a small light filled this place. And out of the darkness, came Dillon's worst nightmare. "Well…part of you." He continued.

Dillon knew all to well who this person was. "Dane?" he asked in disbelief.

"In the flesh." Dane replied with a smirk, presenting himself to the Black Ranger.

Dane was a part of Dillon's past that he wanted to leave behind. He was nothing more than one of Venjix's schemes gone wrong. When he and Ziggy first became rangers, Venjix captured the two of them, trying to turn them evil to work for his side.

In the process of turning him evil, the process was interrupted when it was nearly complete, leaving Dillon with part of evil still inside of him, trying to break free at any given moment. This evil side called himself Dane, because he wanted nothing to do with Dillon's good deeds or heart. Dillon tried as hard as he could to fight off this evil side of him, but it eventually became too much, and he was forced to fight his friends.

But Dillon wasn't going to take things lying down. Once he found out that there was a weapon that could make Dane fade away, he want nothing more than to use it on himself. But Summer felt differently, given the fact that this weapon was a risk to not only Dane, but to Dillon himself.

So, Summer refused to use the weapon if it risked Dillon's life. But he didn't give her a choice when he used it on himself, draining every last bit of Dane out of him, but severely injuring himself as well. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the Garage completely exhausted, but free. He had saved himself and his friends, and put Dane behind him forever.

Until now.

"I destroyed you!" Dillon called at his evil alter ego.

"Yes…in the past you got a lucky break, but in this world I'm back, and I won't lose again." Dane said with an evil smirk.

Dillon hated how much of himself he saw in him. Dane may have had golden eyes, a crouched stance and wild hair, but this is how Dillon viewed himself when the virus took hold of him. He saw nothing more than evil before him.

Dillon ran at Dane with a harsh fist. Dane just rolled his eyes and deflected the blow with ease. Next, he attempted a jump kick at his alter ego's face, but he just used his arm to take the attack. Now it was Dane's turn, he grabbed Dillon by his left arm tightly. The Black Ranger cried out as he felt his arm being pulled behind him.

"How does it feel, Dillon?" Dane hissed in his ear. "Being taken over again by an evil you can't control. Hurting the ones you love?"

Dillon couldn't take it anymore, he roared in fury and found the strength to pulled Dane over him, and pin him to the ground, grabbing him by his neck.

"Shut up!" he yelled at Dane. "The next words out of your mouth better be how I get out of here."

"There's only one way out." Dane smirked, seemingly unfazed by the grip Dillon had on him. "And that's to face your past….starting with me." And with that, he threw Dillon off of him, rising to his feet.

Once Dillon found his bearings again, he made it to his feet. "I defeated you once…I can do it again." He told the evil mirage, activating his morpher. "RPM—Get in gear!" he shouted, expecting to be immersed in his ranger powers, but nothing happened.

"Sorry, bro." Dane began as he starting walking around the room. "Your little morpher won't work in here."

Dillon just glared at Dane angrily and lowered his wrist. "I don't need a morpher to defeat you." He told him.

"Let's see." Dane retaliated, lunging at the Black Ranger. He went at him with a flurry of punches, which Dillon blocked as quickly as he could. When Dane saw that he was getting nowhere, he went for a sweep kick that Dillon jumped to avoid. Dillon answered with an attempted punch to the head but Dane smacked his hand away. The Black Ranger then tried a sweep kick of his own, that Dane avoided by springing upward.

Dane could see that Dillon was getting tired, so he decided to kick things up a notch, he grabbed Dillon's injured arm once more, and flipped him so that Dillon would land on his back. As he tried to get up from the floor, he noticed Dane twirling a familiar weapon in his hands.

"Remember this?" Dane asked, showing the strange rod-like weapon to Dillon.

"It's a CET." Dillon answered simply.

"And here I thought you had memory issues." Dane snickered, jabbing the clawed weapon into Dillon's infected arm, causing him to scream in anguish even in reality. "Feel familiar, Dillon?!" Dane screamed at him as he watched him squirm. "Because I remember it perfectly! Only this time, you'll be the one that fades away!!"

"You seem to be forgetting something, Dane." Dillon said though the pain he felt. "You're not the only one that's grown stronger!" he shouted, kicking Dane in the stomach, causing him to be freed from the CET as it hurled into the air. Dillon caught it in his hands. He rose to his feet, looking at Dane on the ground, aiming the CET at him. "This ought to keep you away for good." He said lowly, jabbing the CET mercilessly into Dane's side.

He writhed on the floor and could feel himself slipping away. "You may have been able to defeat me again, Dillon, but you won't stand a chance against the others!!" Dane screamed, fading away into nothing but black smoke.

Dillon took a moment to catch his breath, glaring at the CET, the throwing it away. He sat down and held his arm, reflecting on Dane's final words. "Others?" he mumbled softly to himself. "Who's next?"

"That'd be me." A familiar voice responded. When Dillon turned around, he couldn't believe who he saw there.

"Oh no…" he said softly.