Tommy was sitting in his classroom grading papers, but was having trouble concentrating. The past week of events was heavy on his mind; Wes being killed, although Hayley had a strong belief that Wes wasn't as dead as they all thought he was. He wanted it to be true, but he was too afraid to hope, because what if Hayley was wrong and Wes was dead? And then there was Zeltrax, his one-time friend, back in action wanting revenge. His thoughts then fell on Kimberly, how they almost kissed. He sighed, remembering how she pulled away. She had done the right thing, he knew that, but it still hurt. What am I doing? I'm not seventeen any more. I should be over her! But try as he might he wasn't as over her as he wished to believe.

Principal Randal walked in, otherwise known as Elsa. Just the night before, she and Janixsaur had talked, and decided to make one more try at getting close to Tommy. He would be the next to fall, he had told her. "Ah, Dr. Oliver, I wanted to discuss something with you."

He looked up from his papers. He recognized that look. It had been the same look she had used before to ask him out. And every time he had rejected it, saying she wasn't his type, but this time his guard was down. Maybe it would be good for me to start going out again. "How can I help you today, Principle Randal?"

"Oh please, school hours are over, call me Elizabeth."

First name basis, what am I getting myself into? "Alright. Elizabeth, is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes, actually. I was wondering if you would join me for dinner. I need to discuss a few things with you. You know the prom will be coming up in the next few weeks." She smiled.

School business, I suppose I can handle that. "Sure, why not."

"Great. I'll see you around seven." She headed towards the exit. "Bye Tommy," she said as she left the classroom.

Zeltrax was resting in the cave, trying to regain his strength, so that the next time he fought with Tommy would be the last. He would finish Tommy off once and for all. But ever since he had broken away from Mesogog and nearly died in an explosion, his powers had been decreasing. He needed to save what was left of his energy.

Smitty laughed as he and a young woman with long dark brown hair danced around. Both of them were covered in dirt from digging up fossils. He leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Smitty," she giggled. "We need to get back to work." She laughed as he kissed her again.

He just stared into her face taking in her beauty; looking past her dark brown eyes to the woman he knew she was inside. "Alright. You win, like always." He slowly released her.

Zeltrax jerked a little, as the image of the woman ran through his mind, calling out the name, Smitty, laughing joyfully.

"Eh, w-what…" Zeltrax woke up and looked around. He was alone. "Just another dream," he sighed. He stared down at his sword, seeing his reflection. The dark, black, shiny, metal knight he was. And for a long moment he just looked at himself, as if he longed to see someone else in the reflection.

Conner, Kira, and Ethan came running into Dr. Oliver's classroom just as he was getting ready to pack up and head on home.

"What are you three still doing here; school was let out hours ago?" he questioned them.

"You're going out with Randal!" exclaimed Conner. "And I thought it was bad that Eric and Hayley were dating!"

"Yeah. What's up with that, Dr. O?" questioned Kira.

Dr. Oliver rolled his eyes. I had forgotten how quickly news travels in a high school. "It's not a date! We're just discussing this year's prom. It's nothing."

"Sure. That's what they all say. First it starts off as nothing, then it goes to just hanging out, followed by just dating and then the next thing you know you're engaged," added Ethan.

Dr. Oliver just had to laugh. He hadn't thought the three would have such a problem with who he dated and who he didn't. "Guys, don't worry, there's nothing going on between me and Elizabeth."

"You're calling her Elizabeth? Oh man this is bad! You'll have each other's phone numbers before the meal's over!"

"Ethan!" Dr. Oliver couldn't believe how uptight the three were being. "Guys! Come on! You have nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go home and get ready."

"Oh, having-"

Dr. Oliver just had to look at Ethan hard in the eyes to get him to keep his mouth shut. The three watched, as he left them alone in the classroom.

"Well, look at it this way, we won't have detention ever again."

Both Ethan and Conner just looked at her, shaking their heads. "Come on, we're supposed to meet Eric at the Collins house for dinner," said Conner.

"Wait, what about Trent?" asked Ethan.

"He's working with Carson Brandy today, on their comic book. So Trent won't be joining us for dinner, but said he would call us later," said Kira.

Jen walked around in Wes's room. Everyone was downstairs eating dinner and enjoying each other's company. Alex was even enjoying himself, which was a first. But she didn't feel like being around people right now, not to mention the way everyone looked at her. It wasn't a bad look, more guilty and sorry, most of which was coming from Eric and Conner. Jen sighed. It wasn't their fault, and as hard as she tried to find fault with herself, she couldn't. Wes had made his own decision in taking off, getting drunk and not letting Conner, Ethan and Trent help him. He pushed everyone away who tried to help him.

Jen sat down on his bed and for a moment she could almost catch his scent. She looked towards his bedroom door as if expecting to see him coming in, sitting next to her and wrapping his arms around her and kissing her, like she had dreamed of so many times. Why hadn't she the last time, those few years ago; when he tried to kiss her, she pulled away. Why didn't she let him kiss her? She bowed her head down, feeling tears rush down her cheeks. If she could only go back to that day and had let him, maybe things would have been different between them, or maybe it would have made things harder.

"Hey," said a voice. Jen turned her head and saw Kira standing in the doorway.

"Hi."

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

Jen dried her eyes, and smiled gently. "Sure."

Kira slowly walked in and sat down next to her. "How are you doing?"

"I've had better days."

Sighing. "I don't know if it means anything, but I'm sorry about Wes."

Jen smiled faintly. "Thanks. Did he ever-"

"Not directly, but it was in his eyes. It was really hard for him to contact you guys, asking for help, Dr. O had to talk to him, but no one knows what he told him."

Jen sighed heavily. "Yeah. I imagine it was. We'd been through a lot together."

Kira bit her lip. "I don't know if I should be saying this, but Hayley thinks that Wes could still be alive."

Jen put her head down. She had heard about that more than once. She wasn't sure what she felt about it. She wanted so badly for it to be true, but she was afraid. "What do you think?"

"I-I-I like to hope for the best." Kira looked deep into Jen's eyes, into the tears... "You really loved him, didn't you?"

"Yes. More than anything." She choked on her tears, but quickly got control of herself; she had cried too many tears as it was.

"Wow. I can't imagine what it must be like to be in love with someone who you have to be apart from," said Kira softly.

Jen smiled lightly, thankful for the teenager's support, and in a way her being there was helping. It wasn't that Alex wasn't helping her out and being there for her, but with him it was different. It was harder because he wanted to be there for her in other ways, ways which she didn't feel towards him anymore.

Trent and Carson were going over their drawing boards and choosing which characters to use for their comic book, when all of a sudden Carson stopped what he was doing, as if a light bulb had gone on in his head. "Now I remember where I got that pen from!"

Trent looked at him, confused. "What pen?"

"The pen! The one that got your friends stuck in the comic."

Several weeks ago, long before Eric and Wes had teamed up with them, the other rangers had gotten stuck inside a comic book by a magic pen. "Yeah, I remember. Who gave it to you?"

Carson turned to Trent. "Some lady. Early thirties. A principal, perhaps from your school?"

"Randal?"

"Yes. Yes, Principle Randal! That's it!"

"Are you sure?" questioned Trent, not really sure if that was possible. How and even why would Randal of all people have gone to a comic book convention? Unless…

"Yes, I'm positive. She had dark brown eyes, wore glasses, and had short streaked hair. She looked like a villain I once drew back in my earlier comic books."

It can't be? It's impossible, she couldn't be….Elsa. "Ah man!" Trent jumped to his feet. "Sorry Carson, but I got to go." And without another word Trent ran out of the room and outside as fast as his feet would carry him.

Conner sat out back on a grassy hill overlooking the water, and watching as the sun set.

"Watching the sun set?" asked Eric as he walked up from behind Conner. "Mind if I join you?"

"It's your place, well kind of," shrugged Connor.

Eric sat down next to him and stared out into the water, watching the sunlight hit the water. He bit his lip. What am I doing? All it took was one look at Conner for Eric to know what he was thinking about, even though the teen was doing all he could to hide it. "It's not your fault, you know."

Not my fault? Conner bowed his head down, sighing heavily. He couldn't help but think of the what-ifs. "I-I don't know." He turned to Eric. "All I cared about was keeping my car clean. I didn't want to deal with the whole situation. Ethan and Trent were the ones who didn't want to leave him, even though we had the keys," Connor sighed.

Eric smiled faintly, now fully understanding Conner's predicament and reason for blaming himself. "So you were being a little selfish, but that doesn't mean it was your fault. The three of you tried to take him with you. Wes refused. That's all there is to it, there's nothing else you could have done." Eric gripped Conner's shoulder and gently patted it.

And perhaps for the first time Conner began to see the other side of Eric. "Thanks."

"Any time."

Conner was silent for a few moments. "So, you and Hayley."

"I knew there was no way I was going to have a conversation with you without that coming up."

For the first time in a long time Conner smiled and laughed. "No, don't worry, I'm okay with it. But if you break her heart I'm gonna have to break your neck."

Eric had to laugh at the thought of that. "You really think you can take me?"

"I already did once. I'm sure I could do it again."

"You got lucky that time," grinned Eric.

Conner jumped to his feet getting into a fighting stance. "Oh yeah! Care to go at it again?" He threw a few fake punches.

Eric just shook his head and got to his feet. "You're asking for it kid!" said Eric as he got into a fighting stance.

The two then squared off, throwing light punches at each other, as if they were two brothers just horsing around, having the time of their lives.

Hayley came outside and over to the two and just stood there watching them, laughing. "Looks like you two are finally getting along!"

Eric and Conner stopped and turned to face her, both of them caught off guard. The two quickly stepped away from each other, and crossed their arms.

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah. We were having another argument and were settling things, until you came and messed up our concentration," added Conner.

"What he said," responded Eric.

Hayley just shook her head, smiling. She knew both of them were too stubborn and full of themselves to admit they were getting along. "You can't fool me boys. I saw the whole thing from the house."

The two looked at each other, knowing they had no way out of this now. "Well-" stated Conner, but then his cell phone began to ring. "Hello?"

"Conner! It's Trent. Where are you?"

"I'm at Eric's boss's place. Why?"

"Listen, I got big news. Is Dr. O with you?"

"No, he's out with the warden."

"You mean Principal Randal?"

"Yeah. You okay, Trent? You sound kind of shook up or something."

"Randal's the problem-"

"Yeah I know. None of us like that he went out with her, but-"

"No. That's not it-"

"Well then-"

"Conner, shut up for a second. Randal is Elsa!"

"What? Did you just say that Principal Randal is Elsa?"

By now Eric and Hayley became very alert. Hayley walked over to Conner and grabbed the phone out of his hands. "Trent, it's Hayley, are you sure she's Elsa?"

"Yes. I'm positive. Carson remembered today who gave him the pen, it was Randal!"

Hayley could feel her heart racing. Tommy was out on a date right now with the enemy, which could mean big trouble. She eyed Eric. "We've got a problem."