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"Tommy, my name is Dr. Gregory Walsh, and this is my assistant Amanda Abrams. We'd like to talk to you today, if that's okay with you," Dr. Walsh said cautiously, sitting down across the room from him.
"I know why you're here doc, but I'm not crazy," Tommy assured him.
Amanda sat next to Dr. Walsh, quickly reviewing the paperwork he'd given her. "It says here Tommy that you think you're a… power ranger. What can you tell us about that?" she asked.
"Only that the longer I'm stuck in here, the more trouble the city is in. You have to let me out, the others need me," he said.
"The others?" Amanda whispered, leaning into Dr. Walsh.
"He believes that he and a group of others were chosen to protect the world from monsters. There are six of them of them, and every year or so more rangers are picked," he whispered.
"Tommy, you have been in Angel Groove Asylum for the last twelve years. You were never a power ranger, and there is no danger," she said.
"You're wrong. They're out there, they need me!"
"Tommy, you're suffering for paranoid, schizophrenic delusions. There are no power rangers, there never were, and the city is no in danger," she said.
"Th-That's not true, I am…"
"It says here in your files that you and five other teens were given powers by an inter-dimensional being named Zordon and we chosen to protect the city," Dr. Walsh mentioned.
"Yes."
"Why would six teenagers be picked to defend the city? If there were serious problems, why not call the local authorities; the police, the government, the military? Why six teenagers?" he asked.
"The police wouldn't have been able to handle the…" his sentence began to slur, until he simply stopped.
"What Tommy? The monsters? Your files say that you and the others fought monsters. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Help me to understand. You would fight the monster and destroy it, but they it would regenerate somehow, but this time 20 or 30 times its normal size, and then you'd have to call on the…" he looked down at his papers. "… the zooids for help, right?"
"Zords," he corrected. "And yes, that's right."
"If these monsters wanted to destroy the city so bad, why not just start out big?"
"I-I don't know," he sighed.
"It also says here that at one point, you were working for Empress Rita. Who is that?" he asked.
"She was the one who gave me the green ranger powers. She sent me to destroy my friends," he said.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but your files said you were the white ranger and the leader of the group, why would you try to destroy your friends?"
"I wasn't the white ranger until after Jason and the others freed me from Rita's spell. I lost the green ranger powers, and Zordon gave me the white Tigerzord morpher," he explained.
"Do you hear the inconsistencies in your story Tommy? First you were the green ranger and evil, then you were a good green ranger, then you lost those abilities and got the white ranger abilities, but it says here that you lost all your abilities after a green candle melted."
"I didn't lose my powers, the green ranger did."
"But weren't you the green ranger?"
"No… yes… that's not what I meant. The powers were only temporary, they didn't last," he said.
"Why would someone want to give you temporary abilities if their goal was to let you help people?" Amanda asked.
"Rita gave them to me, and the spell was broken, she tried to take the powers back, but…"
"Tommy, according to your files, there was a monster at least every other day. You and the others were called to defeat these monsters, correct?"
"Yes."
"Where did you fight them?"
"In the city, mostly in wooded areas."
"But its safe to say that there were battles in the city, right?"
"Yes."
"Battles like that would destroy the city Tommy. A giant monster and a giant zord fighting would cause more destruction than it would prevent, not to mention people would get hurt in the crossfire. There's no way there was a fight every other day and no one managed to get hurt, or nothing was damaged. Angel Groove is a peaceful place Tommy, and the only major excitement is the pie-eating contest at Ernie's Juice Bar. The city is in no danger."
Tommy struggled to get to his feet. "Listen to me doc, I know how this sounds, but you have to let me out of here. There are lives at stake. Mine, yours, my friends, this entire city is at risk," he insisted.
"Let me ask you this Tommy: which is easier to believe; that you were chosen above all the others to protect the city and fight the forces of evil equipped with only a spandex costume and some martial arts skills, or that you're a sick young man who has created a fantasy world where you're the hero and you save people?" Dr. Walsh asked him.
Tommy paused, unsure of what to say.
Amanda could see it in his eyes, he was confused, lost. Whatever was going on with Tommy, he believed everything he was saying, he was convinced that he was the only one who knew what he was talking about, regardless to how the facts may have looked. She wanted to help him, but she wasn't sure how.
Tommy never said a word; he simply slouched back down into the corner.
"I think that's enough for today Tommy. Amanda and I will come back tomorrow and we'll talk some more," Dr. Walsh told him as he stood up, banging on the door to get the guards attention.
The door opened and the doctor quickly headed out. Amanda, on the other hand, stopped and stared at Tommy, unsure of what she could do, but at that moment, she tacitly decided to do whatever she could to help him.