Later that night...

After receiving these emotional blows, Gronda decides to dress up as a Power Ranger and patrol the city, it is his only relief, he swings through the buildings, when... suddenly he can't shoot any more metal cables.

Gronda: "Not again."

Gronda falls into an alley, takes off his helmet and tries to find out what's wrong with it, since he can't shoot wires.

Gronda: "Why is this happening to me?"

Gronda scales a wall to check if everything is okay with him, although at first everything seems in order, sooner rather than later, Gronda falls...confirming that he is losing his powers, this and after reading a defamation in TVyNotas magazine. .."The Apostle of Evil and the Power Ranger bank robbers"...they discourage Gronda from continuing with his heroic actions.

The next morning...

Gronda goes to a medical appointment, in order to find an answer to what is happening to him.

Doctor: "I find you well, sir, my diagnosis is up here."

The doctor points to the head.

Doctor: "Do you have trouble sleeping?...whether it's sorrow or nightmares, it's common in athletes like you."

Gronda: "Now that you mention it, if I have a dream, I'm...remember, in my dream, I'm the Power Ranger, I lose my powers...I try to climb the wall but I fall."

Doctor: "So...you're the Power Ranger?"

Gronda: "In my dream, the dream isn't even my own, it's more like that of a friend."

Doctor: "A friend's dream, wrestlers are part great performers, right?"

Gronda: "You could say."

Doctor: "My favorite has always been Vampiro Canadiense, has he done something to you?"

Gronda: "He gave me a lesson".

Doctor: "So that's what happens, what happens to your friend, why does he have to climb those walls, what does he think of himself?".

Gronda: "That's the problem, he doesn't even know what to think."

Doctor: "Not having an identity annihilates the soul...it's an uncertainty, I know, I know what it means not to have, excuse the redundancy, identity, I often go to the psychiatrist."

Gronda: "What do you say?".

Doctor: "She says to concentrate on what I want, I must find out what or who is preventing me, because and then stop the subject to make him listen to me, of course, I must be sure of what I want. Look, maybe you don't You should be the Power Ranger doing those things, that's why you fall, you have a choice, Arturo."

Gronda: "I have a choice."

That night...

Gronda sleeps soundly, he has a kind of epiphany, he meets his aunt Enrique, just like the last time I went to him, in the car.

Enrique Avelar: "Everything you are considering makes me sad, Arturo."

Gronda: "You don't understand, I love Bibiana."

Enrique Avelar: "Actually, I do understand it, but you still don't understand the meaning of responsibility."

Gronda: "You have no idea what it feels like."

Enrique Avelar: "Many times we talk about honesty, rectitude, justice... all those times I counted on you having the courage to make those dreams come true, in the real world."

Gronda: "I can't take it anymore, I want a life of my own."

Enrique Avelar: "This is a great gift, Arturo, a power like that requires a lot of responsibility."

Enrique shakes Gronda's hand.

Enrique Avelar: "The hand".

Much to his dismay, Gronda turns him down.

Gronda: "No, Uncle Enrique, I'm just a Lucha Libre AAA fighter, I don't want to be the Power Ranger again, ever again."

Gronda wakes up, he is clear about what he wants.

Gronda: "No more, Power Ranger."

Gronda goes out into a dark alley, he has his Power Ranger suit and helmet in his hand, he throws it in the trash, it's hard for him...but he's made his decision...he turns around and leaves, he doesn't give a damn. reverse, the Power Ranger is gone.