Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertrainment. I do own Robert.

I had the answers that I had been searching for, but I did not want them. This was just a terrible dream. Any moment I'm going to wake up and all of this is just going to be a terrible dream and i'm going to go back to school. I kept thinking that over and over hoping that it would be true. I fully expected to wake up any moment and be in my bed and be surrounded by my teddy bears with mother calling me into the kitchen for breakfast. This all had to be a bad dream.

"Come on, Kim. Wake up!" I kept thinking. Any moment now i'm going to wake up and this will all be over. When my eyes opened and I glanced at the clock it read five thirty in the morning. It was time to get up. I roused slowly, going to a sitting position at the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Sophie was next. She walked up to the sink and began to brush her teeth while I walked behind her and went into the the bathroom and shut the door behind me. A few minutes later I came out and Sophie was standing at the foot of her bed, "Where did all this mud come from?" she asked me.

"What mud?" I enquired while stepping out and taking a look for myself. On the floor there was a small trail of mud, little crumbles of it, leading all the way towards the door.

"Where did that come from?" she asked.

"No idea" I shrugged"

"You think it was from him?"

"Perhaps." I shrugged "We should get ready. Coach is going to be knocking on our door soon. We should be getting ready" I said to her. Sophie nodded in approval and together we dressed for practice. We bandaged our ankles and our wrists and stepped out the front door where the other girls were waiting. Coach was coming down the row of rooms, clapping his hands together, "Alright, let's get mounted up, let's go, everyone on the bus." When he came to me, though, he stopped, "Sophie," he said, "Can I have a minute with Kim, alone?"

"Sure"

Taking me under his wing coach led me away from the other gymists, "Listen, I know you have been under a lot of pressure these past few days. If you feel like taking a break, going home and resting, i'll understand."

I couldn't do that. This was the Panglobal. It was all that I dreamed about.

"No" I said firmly, "I don't want to quit"

"That's what I thought" he smiled, "Now on the bus."

I went onboard, Sophie saved me a seat right next to her and off we went towards the training facility.

Along the way the television went on to show us the news about what was happening around the world. There was famine, and war, but what struck me must interestingly was a play about a high school students take on remembering those in the War. "I just want to remember those that had lost their lives in a lost forgotten war" said this strawberry, cute face, perky looking, girl on the monitor. But was struck me dumb was the next image that they showed next a group of soldiers standing around a large gun, or a cannon, whatever you want to call it. Their faces were so clear I could make out their distinct looks and the third one from the left was clearly evident, "That was Robert!" I wanted to jump up and begin shouting, but I restrained myself, albeit almost losing it. "That is Robert!" I would know his face from anywhere. Sophie looked at me as I sat fidgety in the seat. "What's wrong?" she asked with a degree of concern. There was so much I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't. I finally had found my guardian angel.

As the bus pulled up to the stadium we dismounted and walked in. There were girls already using the equipment so we dusted off our hands and prepared for our turn. I went for the tumble mat to shake off. A few hand sprints and back flips to start off with then backward summersaults. Coach approved with applause, but he wanted me to step up with my intensity.

"Next, Hart" he called out to me, "I want you on the unevenparrallel bars".

Oh, boy. That was going to be tough, but only as tough as you were going to make it. When the last girl was finished I dusted my hands with a layer of chalk and approached the bars. Everyone's gaze seemed to be focused on me for that instant as I ran down the runway and leapt to the air and grasped the first bar and began to swing. All I saw was a blur of lights I hung there suspended for a split second then went backwards, then I saw the floor, then I went to see the roof again and that's when I let go. Tucking my body into a ball I hurtled through the air for a second then I reached out and grasped hold of the second, higher, bar. We connected and I continued to spin. Letting go with one hand I turned my body around so that I faced the lower and prepared to swing back down to it. After thinking for a moment how I was going to do that I just let my body take control and I was there. My body took me to the lower bar and I was flipping over and over. All I had to do now was let and and spin through the air and it was all going to be over. And, that is what I did. I let go.