"You can make this easy for yourselves, Rangers," Dayu said. "Where is the boy?"

Over the sounds of swords clashing, Serena heard Dayu say this and it pushed her over the edge. She took her eyes off Dekker for a moment and landed a decisive blow on an unsuspecting Dayu, leaving a deep, oozing cut on her back, from the shoulder down to the opposite hip. Dayu screamed loudly in pain and fell face first to the ground.

Dekker watched her fall and then saw his opening. With Serena out of the way, nothing would stop him from taking back his son, and Serena was still distracted with Dayu. He lifted his sword, ready to finish her off. (The Great Family Feud, Chapter 6: Custody Battle, for those who don't remember or haven't read the Samurai Series)

Troy stumbled, catching the attention of the rest of the occupants in the elevator. Dinner with Serena and her husband was over, and they were headed up to Serena's room to bring Gia home. Jake and Noah grabbed Troy to steady him as he shook himself awake.

He had dreams of the Rangers often. He dreamt of his team and former teams with the focus mainly on red, but recently he had been having more dreams about the white Samurai Ranger and he couldn't figure out why.

This dream had been different from the rest. It felt the same, but he hadn't seen Rangers this time. Monsters, yes. Monsters he recognized from his time living in Panorama City. But he hadn't seen the Samurai Rangers in his dream.

Instead, he saw Serena. She fought against the monsters with the fearlessness of a Ranger, and she fought with skill. Troy looked over to her for a moment and had to ask himself if it was possible she was the white Ranger he had been dreaming off.

"You okay?" Noah asked. Troy nodded his head.

"I kind of dozed off."

"We're going home," Noah assured him, "Then you can go beddy-by."

Troy playfully shoved his teasing friend as the elevator came to a stop. Serena led the way out. Troy followed her, but had a strange feeling bubbling up inside of him.

His dreams of the white Ranger started shortly after he had met her, and the white Ranger's arrival in the city happened to match up with Serena's. She had mentioned she had come from Panorama, where the white Samurai lived and fought off monster for two years. And, if Troy's dreams were correct, she had fought off monsters. No regular civilian would do so with so much strength and power. Troy had felt her energy in his dream.

Jake, Noah, Emma, and Jordan walked quietly into the hotel room to see if Gia was ready to leave. Serena wanted to follow them, but noticed Troy hanging back. She gave him a smile.

"Is everything okay?"

Troy nodded just as his friends came out of the room with Gia. He offered Serena a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, fine," he didn't want to say anything, worried he was wrong. He wasn't even sure what his dreams really meant and knew there was a chance he was mistaken completely.

However, it was cause for concern. Troy would have to get to the bottom of the dreams and how real and accurate they were. For now, though, he would respect the white Ranger's wishes that they not share their identities.

-Megaforce-

The boys had walked the girls home and as promised, Gia and Emma walked through the door before eleven. Mr. Moran was impressed, but he wouldn't tell the boys that.

Instead, he had more important matters to discuss. He sent the boys on their way and walked the girls to the living room. Emma stopped right in her tracks when she saw her mother sitting on the couch.

Gia turned to her parents in rage, "You lied!"

"Sweetheart, calm down," her mother tried to come over to her but Gia stepped away and grabbed Emma. However, her father blocked the entrance to the living room, so neither of them could leave.

Mrs. Goodall stood up, "Emma, you're coming home."

"No," Emma shook her head and looked her mother in the eye, "I'm not going. I'm not leaving to New York! I want to stay here!"

"This is nonsense!" her mother said, "You're seventeen years old! Where your father and I go, you need to follow! You are our daughter! March upstairs right now and pack your bags."

"But…"

"NOW!" her mother screamed.

Tears welled up in Emma's eyes. She turned to Gia and could see the yellow Ranger was in complete shock. She pulled her best friend into her arms and whispered quickly in her ear as they hugged.

"You have five minutes, Emma," her mother told her. Emma moved away from Gia, gave her a quick nod and then raced upstairs. Gia's parents had brought over most of her things from her house, and they had given her a room from their old guest bedroom. She figured this was an elaborate and unnecessarily complicated trap to get her to go back with her parents and move away. She had truly thought that Gia's parents would be kind enough to take her in and let her stay in Harwood County. She had always been able to trust their word before.

Emma went up to her room, packed up a blanket and some clothes in a bag, and then opened the window.

Downstairs, Mrs. Goodall was waiting for her daughter to come back. Five minutes passed, and then ten minutes passed and there wasn't a sign of Emma coming down the stairs. Mrs. Goodall got tired of waiting and stormed upstairs herself. Gia and her parents followed.

When they opened the door to Emma's bedroom, she was gone and the window was open. Mrs. Goodall didn't need to turn around and instead just asked, "Gia?"

"I don't…"

"She said something to you," Mrs. Goodall growled, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know."

"Claire," Mrs. Moran said, "Can't you see, moving would just make Emma miserable? She's better off staying here."

"She's my daughter!" Mrs. Goodall walked out of the room and stormed into Gia's. She checked the closet and then under the bed for her daughter. Then, she looked up at Gia again, "Tell me…"

"She doesn't want to move," Gia shook her head, "Besides, you're just going to leave her anyways for your next vacation."

"Staying here is the best place for her, Claire."

Mrs. Goodall growled, "If she comes back here, you call me, Vanessa. You have no right to take my daughter from me."

"You're right, we don't," Mrs. Moran answered. She gave her husband a look, "I'm going to help Claire search the neighbourhood. You stay here in case Emma comes back. Call me, Joe."

"Whatever," Mr. Moran rolled his eyes.

"I would never do this to you," Mrs. Goodall glared at Joe.

"The longer you wait, the further she'll go," Joe replied. Mrs. Goodall stormed down the stairs and out of the house. Mrs. Moran followed.

Gia looked to her father in horror, "If Emma comes back…"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said. "I'm going to bed. You too, Gia."

"Dad, Emma can't leave!" Gia grabbed her father's arm. He gave her a hug.

"I'd never do that to you," he walked her to her bed and sat down with her, "I don't want Emma to leave either."

"But… but…"

"If you hear from Emma," her father told her, "not a word about it to me or your mother. We'll get this sorted."

He gave her one final hug before he got up and left the room. Gia sat on her bed and sighed. Just then, there was a light tap on her window. She looked over and saw Emma waving at her from the other side. Gia opened the window.

"Pack your things," Emma told her, "We're camping."

"We're… but?"

"If I hide out long enough, mom and dad are going to leave for New York without me, or dad will miss his deadline, they'll stay here, and we won't move."

"Are you sure?"

"But we can't tell anyone," Emma nodded her head. "No one can know where we are."

"But my parents? Serena…?"

"My parents are leaving next week," Emma said, "We've camped for longer."

Gia nervously nodded her head and started collecting things for her bag. She packed clothes, a blanket, her pillow, and the tiger Jake had given her. Then she turned to Emma.

"What about the others? If an alien comes down…?"

"We'll have our morphers with us. We'll help if we're needed. Aside from that, we need to disappear."

"You need to disappear. I'm just tagging along," Gia climbed out her bedroom window to the roof.

Emma looked to Gia nervously. It was true; Gia didn't need to disappear. Emma had just assumed so because she didn't want to leave Gia behind.

"Are you sure you want to come?" Emma asked, "If you want to stay with the guys, your parents, and Serena…"

"I can talk to you about anything, right?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"Then it's settled. I'll be fine, and I'm not letting you disappear on your own. Now, follow me. Our moms are searching the neighbourhood so we need to slip away without anyone seeing us. I know a way."

"You know?"

"I used to sneak out to see Cliff," Gia bit her lower lip.

Emma sighed and shook her head, "Well, I guess something good had to come out of that. Lead the way."

Inside the house, Mr. Moran stood by his bedroom window and watched, nervously, as the girls climbed down the side of the house and slipped out of the yard. He wanted to call them back and tell them that he'd fight with everything he had to keep them together, but he knew he couldn't stop Claire and Jeff from demanding their daughter back.

He hated himself for doing this to his best friend. He had known Jeff since kindergarten, and they had promised to always be there for each other. When the girls were born, they promised that, if something happened to one of them, the other would step up. Mr. Moran was sure that his best friend meant in case an accident left him unable to care of Emma, or in case he were to pass, but in the last several years, Mr. Goodall had changed so much that Mr. Moran would qualify that as something happening.