Alex typed in the name Landon Gunner into the computer. Tommy sat next to him. Only one name appeared on the screen: Landon Gunner Marks. "Strange. The computer listed him as part of Time Force." Alex clicked on the name. On the screen a photo ID of him appeared. Under his name it listed MIA.

"That's him alright, but missing in action? How can he be missing in action if he's from around here?" asked Tommy.

"Because he's not from here." Alex went into Landon Gunner Marks's profile. "Born March 8th, 2965."

"What? He's from your time. But how?" asked Tommy.

Alex scanned the file, reading only what was important. "In 2992, Commander Landon Gunner Marks was pronounced MIA, when he failed to make contact after traveling to the year 1993, to prevent an alien invasion…."

"Rita," whispered Tommy.

"Time Force personnel had made several attempts in contacting Commander Marks, but all were unsuccessful. However history databanks have found evidence that Commander Marks may be living in the twenty-first century." Alex turned around in his chair. "I remember now, hearing about a Commander Marks being lost in time. I was fourteen back then."

"Time Force sent him back in time to prevent Rita coming to Earth, that has to be the alien invasion the file's talking about," remarked Tommy.

"Yes, but why? It doesn't make any sense; if it was prevented then there might have never been power rangers. It was never proven in my time if it was alien technology or human technology that formed the morphers Time Force uses." Alex rubbed his chin. "He didn't prevent the invasion, so why not make any contact?"

Tommy glanced at the screen; his eyes widened. "The file says he has a family. Two kids, wife deceased. If he had a family why wouldn't he try to find a way back home?" It just didn't make any sense. Why would someone who had a family just stay lost in time and not contact anyone to let them know you're alright?

Alex turned and scanned over the information. It stated that Commander Marks had two children: a boy, Tim, and a girl, Bobbie, both three years old at the time. A year before, their mother had died. Both of them were teenagers now in the care of their grandmother. Unknown to them, their father was alive and well in the twenty-first century.

"Why didn't you make contact?" asked Alex, looking over the file. He was a top Time Force Officer, had two great kids. The guy had everything going for him. Why not come back to it?

"I think that's a question we'll have to ask him," announced Tommy.

Conner and Ethan had met up with Kira outside of the hospital. "No way Kira, not doing it!" said Conner harshly, crossing his arms against his chest.

"It's his father, Conner. And we're his friends!"

"He lied to us! It's plain and simple as that." Conner turned to Ethan. "Right, Ethan?"

Ethan sighed heavily and gave a faint smile. "Sorry Conner, but I'm going to have to side with Kira on this one. Trent was in a bad situation and he did the only thing he thought he could and that was to protect his father, his family." He sighed again. He hated having to pick sides, but this was one time where he had to. "I'm sorry." Ethan walked past Conner and followed Kira inside.

"You coming?" asked Kira.

Conner stood his ground. He just couldn't believe this. He had been honest with them from day one, and every since they met Trent it had been lie after lie. He felt betrayed and frustrated.

Kira sighed. She hated this. It felt like a void had been put between her teammates and her friends. But she could understand Conner's anger. She couldn't blame him; Trent had lied to them and to Conner that said something. But right now Kira knew that didn't matter; Trent needed them. He needed her. "If you change your mind, we'll be in room 209."

"Don't worry, I won't," replied Conner harshly. He watched as the two disappeared down the hall.

At the Cyber Café Conner sat alone up at the bar, twirling his straw around in his juice drink. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the noise around him: kids playing video games, playing on the computers, and playing pool. Enjoying each other's company, hanging out with friends.

Hayley walked up to him. "Where are Kira and Ethan today?" she asked. It wasn't normal for Conner to be without one or the other or both.

"At the hospital, with Trent."

Hayley didn't fail to notice the hostility in Conner's voice. "Why aren't you with them?"

He looked at her, annoyed with the question. "Why? I don't want to be around that traitor."

Hayley sighed. "Look, I know you're angry with him, but he needs you right now."

He looked up at her, angry and slightly hurt. "You're siding with him, too?" He slammed his drink against the counter.

"Hey!" The whole café became silent. Everyone was staring at them. After a few seconds the noise came back into the room. Hayley moved closer to Conner. "I'm not siding with anyone, Conner, but Trent's my friend. The rest doesn't matter…Well, it matters, but that's not the point. The point is, his father could die any day now. That's the only family he has, and right now I think Trent could use all the friends he can get."

Conner just glared at her, annoyed. He got up from his seat and stormed out.

"I take it that didn't go well," said Eric, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"No. He's real angry with Trent." Hayley turned around so she was looking him in the eyes. "Maybe you could talk to him?"

"Me? I don't think-"

"It helped last time."

"Yeah. But-"

"Eric, come on, you're the only one he'll listen to." Hayley pulled Eric's head closer to hers. "Besides, I'll make it worth your while." She kissed him hard on the lips.

"Well, when you put it that way..." He smiled.

Alex and Tommy stood in front of a two story house. It was a fairly nice house in a decent neighborhood. Alex knocked on the door, and a second later the door opened; a boy about seven or so answered it.

The boy looked up at the two for a moment, just staring at them. "Who are you two?" he asked softly.

"I'm Alex and this is my friend Tommy. We're looking for an Officer Landon Gunner."

"Oh, that's my dad. I'm Nick."

Alex and Tommy shared a glance; it seemed that Landon Marks aka Landon Gunner had been busy over the last decade. "It's nice to meet you, Nick. Is your father home?"

"Yeah, I'll go get him." Just as Nick turned around to go look for his father; it was his father who had found him. Nick had bumped right into him. "Oh. Hi

Dad." Nick turned to Alex and Tommy. "They were looking for you."

Landon looked to both Tommy and Alex. He had an idea as to why they were here. "Nick, how bout you go help your mother in the kitchen, while I talk to them. Okay?"

"Okay."

Once Nick was out of sight, "So I take it you know."

"You could say that," replied Tommy.

"Why haven't you tried to make contact in the past ten years? You do know you broke protocol," announced Alex harshly.

"Landon, honey, who's at the door?" asked a female voice, coming from the kitchen.

Alex eyed Landon hard. He knew very well that Landon had broken more than one of the greatest laws in Time Force. He had gotten involved with someone and had a child, started a life in a time period which he shouldn't be a part of.

Landon gulped in hard. The moment he had seen Alex back at Mercer's place he'd had a feeling he knew where Alex was from. "Just some old friends, dear, I'm going to step outside for a moment." Landon stepped outside and showed Tommy and Alex out back where they could talk in private.

The soccer ball went zooming into the net. "Nice kick!" Conner turned and saw Eric heading towards him.

"What? It's not like you've never seen me kick a soccer ball in the net before," muttered Conner. He knew why Eric was here and it wasn't to talk about sports. "If you came here to tell me to just forget about what Trent did, you're wasting your time." The teenager turned around and headed towards the net to retrieve the soccer ball.

"Actually I came here to tell you just the opposite."

Conner turned around just after picking up the soccer ball, with a blank look on his face. Did he hear things right? Was Eric on his side for once? "What?"

"Yeah, you know, you're right. He's not your friend. He lied to you, kept all those secrets about his dad being Mesogog, and then there was that time when he didn't tell you guys he was the white ranger. Who knows what else he could be hiding?"

"Am I hearing things right? Are you actually agreeing with me?" Conner approached Eric, confused and unsure of things. Shouldn't Eric be telling that he should just let it go and forgive Trent?

"Yeah. Besides it wasn't like he had good reason in keeping it from you and the others, you're a team after all."

"…Yeah. But it was his father."

Eric crossed his arms against his chest. "Oh really, was it now," Eric smirked. He had Conner right where he wanted him.

Conner bowed his head down, sighing, now seeing how foolish he had been. "It was his dad." He shrugged his shoulders. "What else could he do?"

"He could have betrayed his father's trust; after all Mercer just took him in and raised him. It's not like he owes him anything."

"Okay Eric! I get it. You can cut the reverse psychology crap."

"Damn. I was on a roll."

Conner shook his head, laughing. "You've been spending way too much time with Hayley."

"And you say that like it's a bad thing." Eric crossed his arms against his chest as Conner laughed. "Come on, I'll give you a lift to the hospital."

"You're getting soft." Even before Connor had finished his sentence Eric had grabbed him by the neck. "I promise I won't tell anyone, scouts honor."

Eric released him. "You better not." Eric looked at him hard, but then gave a faint smile as the two headed towards his car.

"You're right, Tommy, I was sent here to prevent the alien invasion from Rita and her goons. But I didn't. And now a little more than a decade later, I know I made the right choice," He eyed Alex. "Seeing you here now proves it."

"But you still haven't said why you've been on my tail, with everything that's been going on?" asked Tommy.

He grinned and laughed. "Why not? And be face to face with one of the greatest."

"So then all that interrogating was just to meet me?" asked Tommy, wanting to see if he understood things right. Am I really that great?

"Most of it, yes, the rest was professional, had to be, but you have nothing to worry about. I took care of it."

"-I bet you did," interrupted Alex harshly.

Landon turned to Alex. "I take it you don't agree with what I've been doing?"

"I agree with you on not stopping the invasion, but the rest of it… Do you realize how many rules you have broken? Not to mention what it could or already has done to the timestream."

Landon bowed his head down, sighing. He had done a lot of things in the past ten years. Things he didn't regret doing, but… "Yes. I do realize that. But when I met Helen, something just clicked. I was happy again, after my wife died. I never thought I'd be happy again."

"But what about your kids in the future, Tim and Bobbie?" Tommy asked. Didn't they matter?

Landon eyes saddened. "I never said I was truly happy. Leaving them behind I do regret, but just because I'm happy here, doesn't mean I don't think about them." Perhaps it was selfish of him to satisfy his own happiness, by leaving them all alone, but he couldn't help how he felt about Helen.

"Does she know?" asked Alex.

Landon shook his head. "No. I never told her. And I never planned on it."

"So, what?" Alex shook his head, frustrated. "You just planned on staying here until you died?"

Landon sighed heavily. "I had hoped to, but not everything turns out the way you want it to."

Alex looked at him hard. "You know you have to go back and pay for your crimes, you created a life with her, had a son. It's against everything we stand for!"

Landon sighed. He had known that it could happen, but he had never wanted to believe it. He looked through the window, watching as his wife and son cooked dinner. They looked so happy. How could he just leave them? What was he going to tell them? How much could he tell them? He bowed his head down. "I'll go, but my son must remain here with his mother, protected from Time Force law."

"That's out of my hands. I have no say in the matter of what happens to your son or even your wife. By creating a life with them you put them at risk," stated Alex. He didn't mean to make it sound mean, but in his eyes Landon had broken the law.

Landon eyed Alex carefully. "What if I told you messing with their lives puts you at risk?"

Alex looked at Landon, confused. Where was he going with this? "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Alex, that in a strange way you and I are related. I made sure my son didn't take my last name. He took his mothers. I did that just in case something like this ever happened."

Alex looked like he had just seen a ghost. In his family tree he had heard about a Nicolas Drake. Not a lot was known about his father, other than that he had died when Nicolas was a child. "That's impossible, that would mean that-"

"That my wife is Wesley Collin's cousin. How else did you think I mistook you for being Wes?"

Alex remained silent, not saying a word. Tommy was completely in shock; this stuff was just way over his head.

"I know I need to return to my time, but let me handle saying goodbye to them. I still have a few things I need to take care of.'

Alex didn't know what to say, and only two words came out of his mouth. "I understand."