Everyone had been sitting in the living room enjoying each others' company. It was getting late and Kim knew she needed to get the boys back home to Angel Grove. Jason and Rocky were helping her pack up the diaper bags. They were about to say goodbye when Wes and Eric walked in.

The room fell silent as they watched the two commanders of the Silver Guardians walk into the room. Both of them looked like they had just heard the worst news possible, and Wes looked the worse for it. His shoulders were down and his face frightened, concerned, and it appeared he was doing all he could not to cry.

"What is it, son?" asked Mr. Collins. The last time he had seen Wes with this behavior was a few years ago when Jen and the others had left to go back to their own time.

Wes eyed his father with a hard, depressed look. He tried to speak, but no words would come out. He was still in denial that Jen was in the hands of Sy-Kee. That at any moment Sy-Kee could take her very life away from her, and him. Why did this have to happen? he wondered. Hadn't they been through enough?

Eric sighed heavily, knowing he would have to be the one to break the news to everyone. He took a step forward, as Wes sank down onto a chair with his head down, looking as if his whole world was about to come tumbling down. Eric eyed them all with a heavy heart… "Sy-Kee…" He took a deep breath, it was almost too much for him to say. Jen was his friend, his best friend's girl, and his boss's daughter-in-law.

Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat. They all hoped it wasn't what they were all thinking, they hoped to God it wasn't, but somehow they knew, they just knew, something bad had happened.

Eric cleared his throat. "Sy-Kee has Jen…" He watched as everyone dropped their heads down and seemed to fall apart. "And unless we do what he says, he'll kill her..."

Sy-Kee had found a building that had been abandoned for quite some time. It was here where he created the cyclobots and here where he had taken Jen. There were cyclobots all over the place; there must have been hundreds, maybe even thousands. Jen looked around trying to see if there was a way out; the entrance into the building was blocked off by cyclobots standing in front of it. There were a few broken windows that she could escape out of, but she knew even before she reached the window they would stop her, even kill her; without her powers she would be vulnerable.

"Don't even try it. I programmed them to kill; they will show no mercy," hissed Sy-Kee, looking over at Jen who was sitting down in a corner.

"And you wouldn't?" stammered Jen.

Sy-Kee laughed darkly. "Would you really want to find out?" He glared at her. His eyes were glowing dark red. "Or perhaps you would like to learn what happened to your lover while he was in my prison. I'm sure what happened to the one in my dimension happened here…" he hissed.

Jen's eyes widened slightly. Wes had been imprisoned for almost two months by the CellBorgs, but he never talked about what had happened to him. In fact he never said much of anything on the topic.

"He never told you. Did he?" He laughed. He stepped closer to her, until his shadow was over her body. "Well, we have time..." he hissed, as thunder banged loudly outside, and lighting flashed. Sy-Kee began to tell his story as a storm raged on.

"No! I won't let you go through with it. I can get her back on my own," said Wes, staring right at Tommy, Justin and the other Jen. The three had just said that they would surrender to Sy-Kee. They would not allow another innocent life to be taken by him. Too many had died already. Wes gulped in heavily, feeling himself begin to break down. "I can't ask you to give up your lives…"

Tommy stepped forward, sighing heavily. "Yes, you can." He turned around, looking at Justin and Jen. The two nodded their heads for him to go on. "It's our fault that Sy-Kee is here. And we're going to do it, whether you want us to or not," said Tommy.

"But..." Wes started.

Jen stepped forward, walking up to him, taking his hands. "It's alright." She sighed heavily. Wes struggled to say something, but no words came out. "Don't let what happened to me, happen to you. Please. I-I couldn't stand another tragedy," she pleaded, as small tears ran down her cheeks.

Wes was about to say something, until she cut him off. "You've done your part. Now let us do ours…" She gave him a faint smile.

Wes just looked at her and then over at Tommy and Justin. He didn't know what to say, or what to do at that moment.

"So what do we do now?" asked Rocky.

There was a long pause before anyone responded. "We wait, until tomorrow morning. Jen, Justin, and I will turn ourselves into Sy-Kee to free Jen..." answered Tommy.

"Do you actually think he'll free her?" asked Jason. Everyone in the room had reason to question that. Would Sy-Kee go by his word and free her or was it all a trap?

Tommy bit his lip, as his eyes turned on Jason. "We don't have much of a choice; it's not only one life that's at risk here, there are two..." Tommy reminded them. And just as Tommy finished his words everyone watched as Wes walked out of the room, they could all hear him as he ran up the flight of stairs.

"I'll go check on him," said Eric as he got up from his seat on the chair.

"No, Eric, let Wes have some time alone," said Mr. Collins softly.

Eric nodded his head and took back his seat. Collins sighed heavily; it was going to be a long night. Outside the storm continued to carry on. "You're all welcome to stay here for the night, there are plenty of rooms."

No one really responded, just a few nods here and there. To tell the truth no one was too ready to head back home, either because it was late or they were all tired, or the storm outside, or the ongoing storm happening in their lives right now. It probably was a mixture of all.

He slowly opened his bedroom door and peered out, checking at each end of the hall. All the doors were closed and the lights were off; everyone had finally headed in for the night. Wes closed the door to his bedroom silently and walked over to his dresser where his Silver Guardian harness sat. He grabbed a hold of it and put it on. He took a moment to make sure it was tightly on and that everything was in place. He then looked down at his morpher. "Sorry guys, but this is something I have to do on my own," said Wes as he pushed a combination of buttons on the morpher.

"Communication and tracking disabled..."

He then started for the balcony. It was still pouring rain when Wes walked out to his and Jen's balcony. Wes shut the doors behind him. He walked to the edge of the balcony. It wasn't that far of a jump, he had done it so many times as a teenager when he sometime snuck out at night. But it had been a while since then. "Here's goes nothing…" Wes leaped over the edge and dropped down to the ground. "I'm getting too old for this..." Wes said as he started to push himself back up, until he heard a noise. Wes looked up, his father was about to open his balcony door. Wes moved quickly to the side and hid behind a table so his father wouldn't see him. Wes watched as his father took a quick look around and then headed back inside, before he got soaking wet.

Wes let out a sigh of relief. That was almost too close. He glanced down, looking at his watch; it was 12 am, then he started for his car. He had no idea where Sy-Kee was keeping Jen. Sy-Kee had told him and Eric he would contact them with more information later. And somehow he had also figured out how to turn off Jen's morpher's tracking, so that there would be no way to track her down. Wes paused as he started to open the door; he turned back, looking at his home. The place he had grown up in. He wondered if this would be the last time he would ever see it. "Bye, Dad..."

Wes got into the car, started the engine, and silently drove off into the night.

Hidden in the shadows, two red eyed glowed brightly as they watched Wes drive off. "You fool," he hissed.