"So have you guys thought of any names?" asked Taylor.

After work Wes, Jen, Eric and Taylor had gone out together for dinner and a little shopping. Even though Eric and Taylor were no longer dating they still hung out with each other every so often.

"Well, if it's a girl we were thinking of Lucy, it was my mother's name," answered Wes, smiling.

"That nice. What if it's a boy?" asked Taylor.

Jen grinned. "We were thinking of Wesley junior."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Great, just what we need, another Wes. Don't you think one of them is enough to handle?" he grumbled as the four walked down the aisles of the store.

Wes looked over his shoulder. "Well, our first choice was Eric," he smirked.

Eric's eyes widened, as if he was shocked or uncomfortable. Everyone laughed at his expression, it was priceless. Eric cleared his throat. "On second thought, I love the name Wes. Wes is a perfect name." He turned to Taylor. "Isn't that right, Taylor?"

Taylor put up her hands in self-defense. "Hey, don't bring me into this. Besides, I think it would be cute to name their baby after Uncle Eric..." She laughed, Wes and Jen laughing along with her.

Eric just shook his head and smiled. "I have no idea why I put up with you three."

"Well, it could be because we're the only ones crazy enough to hang with you," joked Wes.

"WES!" yelled Jen and Taylor as they both playfully swatted him.

Off to the side of one of the aisles, a woman wearing dark sunglasses and a hood over her head watched the four friends as they were looking at baby cribs. She couldn't make out all they were saying, only a few words here and there. She could hear them laughing at times. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. She seemed to be eyeing only one of them in particular, Wes. It was as if there was something about him... Something she should be watching for.

"What do you think you're doing?" She felt a young man pull her to the side, eyeing her. Although she couldn't see the anger and distress in his eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses, she knew he wasn't too happy with what she was doing.

"I was just watching. What's wrong with that?"

"Everything!" He stopped, sensing that other customers were watching them. He turned his head left and right and saw people looking at them questioningly. He waited a moment, eyeing them all, until they walked away. The young man quieted himself; he needed to stay calm and not draw attention. He turned back to the woman. "You know better than any of us why….It's not yet time. When the time comes we will know, but until then we go according to the plan…" he said, softly this time.

The young woman turned her head and watched as Wes and the others passed by with Eric carrying a large flat box. She was silent for a long moment, watching until all four of them were out of sight. "Alright. Let's get out of here..."

Kim was in the grocery store, shopping with her two young sons. She was in the fruit department gathering apples, oranges and bananas. Trent was in the seat part of the cart, while Tom was sitting in the larger part. While Kim wasn't looking Trent had grabbed hold of an apple. The young boy played around with it for a short moment and then tossed it forward, laughing.

"….Woo, nice throw!" said a voice.

Kim jumped. She quickly turned around and found a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, wearing sunglasses with dark shades and a red baseball cap, holding an apple in his hands.

"I'm sorry, sir…." she started.

He smiled. "It's alright. Your son has a good arm. Probably make a good pitcher someday," he answered handing her back the apple.

Kim smiled as she took it from him. She looked right at him, there was something familiar about him, but she couldn't place it. She laughed lightly. The man gave her an odd look. "I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone I know. Have we met?"

The man seemed hesitant. "…No. I don't think so. I'm new here..." He took a deep breath, realizing he was dragging this on a lot longer than he should. "So you have twin boys, huh?" he said quickly, as he stared at the two boys.

Kim turned and smiled at her little angels. "Yeah. In a few months they'll be a year old."

"Their father must be proud."

Kim's smile faded away. She would always get sad when a stranger made some reference to Tommy, but it wasn't their fault; they had no way of knowing that Tommy was dead. She forced a smile as she turned back around. "Yeah, he would be," she answered softly.

There was a long moment of silence, as he smiled at her faintly. The man then looked at his watch. "Well, I should be going. It was nice meeting you…."

Before Kim had the chance to even say goodbye the man had walked away from her, disappearing through the crowd of other customers. She stood there staring for a long moment trying to figure out why he was so familiar to her. She shook her head, figuring she was just imagining things again. Every so often she would run into someone who reminded her of him. Maybe it was because it was drawing near to the time he had died. She turned back around and began pushing the cart, heading towards the dairy products.

Wes and Eric were in a room where evidence was stored and examined. They were going over the paperwork about what had gone on at the motel two nights before, and checking over the evidence they had brought back with them. Wes yawned heavily; he hated paperwork, especially this time. They had nothing to go on and they had little evidence, just a piece of paper and a ring. Wes took the items out of storage. He needed to write down a detailed description of the two things they had found at the crime scene along with the finding of blaster fire residue. He set the items on a desk and stared at the note and ring. His eyes widened, as he stared at the note. Something was different, something had changed.

"ERIC!"

Eric looked up from the computer. "What? Don't tell me you don't know how to fill out the paperwork," he grumbled as he got up from behind the computer and walked over to Wes.

"Forget the paperwork, look at this."

Eric got behind Wes. His eyes lit up when he saw it. Something that hadn't been on the note before was there now. "What the heck did you do!" yelled Eric.

"I didn't do it!"

Eric frowned at Wes. "Well, it couldn't have just appeared out of thin air." Something then came to Eric. "Unless?"

Wes turned around in his chair. "Unless what?"

"Let me see the note." Wes turned around, took the note off the desk and handed it to Eric. Eric looked over the note, eyeing it carefully. "Invisible ink. But I don't think that's what we should be looking at."

Wes looked at Eric, confused. "What do you mean? The invisible ink has to mean something…"

"Yes. But did you look closely at the addresses on the note?" asked Eric, looking right at Wes.

Wes glanced at Eric, and then quickly grabbed the note back and read it over. His eyes lit up when he read the last few lines.

"Rose Ave, Silver Hills, CA, 55555"

"That's my address..." answered Wes. His face turned white as a ghost. He wasn't sure if he should be shocked or scared.

Eric crossed his arms over his chest and nodded his head. "Yeah. Read the next one."

Wes went down to the next few lines. He read it silently to himself. His eyes lit again. "Holy crap! It's Kim Oliver's address." He looked up at Eric. "What do you think it means?"

"I think the only way to answer that question is to find out who lives at the next addresses. Because if it's what I'm thinking….."

Wes looked at Eric frantically. "What? What are you thinking?"

Eric looked at Wes before heading over to the computer. "What is the one thing you and Kim have in common?" asked Eric.

Wes thought about it for a moment, and then it hit him. "We're both rangers, well, at least Kim was at one time. But what does it have to do with whoever lives in Texas? I don't know anyone in Texas..."

Eric typed the addresses in; the computer began searching for records. "You may not, but someone else may." A few minutes passed until Eric found what he was looking for. "Got it!"

Wes walked over to him. "Jonathan Stewart…." Wes laughed. "I think he's a little too old to be a ranger," he said, looking at the photo the records provided.

Eric nodded his head. "Him, perhaps." Eric typed in another search. A picture of a young man came up. Eric looked back over his shoulder. "You remember Rocky talking about a kid he used to big brother, Justin Stewart? The youngest power ranger ever?"

"Well, how do we know this is the same Justin?" asked Wes, not seeming fully convinced.

Eric did another search for last known addresses. One of them was in Angel Grove. There was a long pause before either Wes or Eric spoke a word. Now they had a link to all three addresses.

"Great, so now we have evidence that links three locations to power rangers, but what could that possibly mean?" asked Wes, looking at Eric.

Eric seemed hesitant; he had been thinking about this for the last few minutes and only one thing came to his mind. Eric sighed. "You really want to know what I think?"

"Yes."

Eric sighed as he turned around in his chair. "I think it may be a power ranger hit list. That may explain why there was blaster fire residue at the motel. Could have been practice shooting, or maybe something worse."

Wes glared at Eric. "You're saying that you think that the three people Sam told us about may want to kill Kim, Justin and me?"

Eric bit his lip, Wes had left someone out. "And maybe Jen..." added Eric softly. Wes backed away sliding into his chair. This was all too much to handle. He wanted it to be wrong, but as of right now it was the only thing that made any sense. That was the only connection all of them had.

Eric bit his lip and then cleared his throat. "I think we need to get hold of Jason; let him know Kim and this Justin kid might be in danger…" Eric then eyed Wes, knowing he wouldn't like this, but it might be for the best. "You might want to think about getting yourself and Jen out of town; let me and the Guardians handle this….."

Wes shook his head. "No way! I'm staying and that's final!"