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"Tommy, can you hear me?" Tommy opened his eyes, only to find he was laying on the ground. The blue ranger leaned down, extending his hand to him, attempting to help him up. "You okay?"

This time, Tommy couldn't shake the feeling of disorientation. There were in a field of some kind… or maybe it was a park. The other rangers were there too, and they were in the middle of a battle. Tommy stood up, trying to come to his senses, but was having a hard time dong it. He did realize that he was morphed in his green ranger uniform. 'Green ranger? Aww man, now what?' he thought to himself.

Before he could get a grasp on the situation, the monster charged at him, taking him down with a spin kick. Tommy did a flip in mid air, falling to the ground. The other ranger surrounded him, giving him a chance to get up.

"I've had enough of this. Come on guys, lets put'em together!" the red ranger instructed.

"Power Axe!"

"Power Bo!"

"Power Daggers!"

"Power Lance!"

"Power Sword!"

The five remaining rangers combined their weapons, aimed and fired at the monster. The blast was enough to destroy the monster on impact. With the monster out of the way, the rangers turned their attention to Tommy.

"Tommy, are you alright?" the yellow ranger asked, leaning down to check on him.

"I-I…" he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure of what to say. His mind was spinning, his thoughts were conflicted. He remembered in great detail being in the asylum; the doctor and his assistant was trying to help him, but then… something happened, and he was there. Judging on his uniform, he assumed the year was 1995, or at the very least somewhere near that time.

"Come on, lets get him back to the command center," the red ranger suggested.

All six of them disappeared in a flash of light, and a moment later, were in the command center. It was the pink ranger who removed her helmet, walking over to Zordon. "Zordon, somethings wrong with Tommy. He just collapsed," she said with concern in her voice.

"I feared this would happen. Breaking him free from Rita's spell is affecting his powers. There is no guarantee that he will be able to sustain his green ranger abilities," he mentioned.

"There has to be something we can do."

At that moment, an alert went off, and the viewing globe blinked on. "Rangers, Rita has sent another monster into the city. You must intercept it and stop it from causing destruction," Zordon told them.

"I'll stay here with Tommy, he'll need my help," Kim said.

"No, I will do what I can for Tommy. The others will need you."

Kim nodded. "I'll be back to check on you soon," she sighed, then joined the others.

"Back to action!" the red ranger called out, and the five of them disappeared.

"Z-Zordon, I…" he was cut short.

"Alpha, run a diagnostic on Tommy's quantum morphing sequencer, perhaps there is something we can do help him keep his green ranger powers," Zordon said.

"Right away Zordon," Alpha said, rushing over to the controls.

Finally, Tommy was able to stand up. "Zordon, it isn't my powers, its something else. Something is happening to me. I'm shifting through time, but each time I… I mean, the time periods I've been to… they aren't…" before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed to the floor again.

"I detect no quantum abnormalities Zordon. Whatever is happening to him, he isn't shifting through time," Alpha brought up.

"The disorientation are you feeling is no doubt a result of the morphing energy having adverse side effects. The green power coin was energized with evil energy, and with the spell broken, it is causing you to have…"

"What? Delusions? Everyone has a theory on why I have delusions, but I have my own; I really am in an asylum," he sighed.

"An asylum?" a voice asked.

Tommy removed his helmet, turning around, only to see Hayley walking over to him. A wave of grogginess washed over him, and suddenly, he wasn't even in the command center anymore. Now, he was in Hayley's Cyber Space.

"Its ridiculous is what it is. You are not in an asylum, you were never in an asylum," she told him.

Tommy glanced around, trying to get a grasp on things. He looked down at his wrist, and there was no morpher, leading him to believe that while it was the present, it was before he'd become the black dino ranger. "That's not true," he sighed.

"What?"

"W-When I was younger, when Rita first started appearing to me, I told my Uncle about it. It freaked him out, and he sent me to an asylum to talk about it. I was only there for a few days. I just stopped talking about it, and they let me go," he explained.

"Oh my God, I didn't know," Hayley sighed.

"No one knew. I never told anyone, not even Kim," he stood up. "What if I never left that asylum? What if I've been there all this time, and all of this is just in my head?" he asked.

"Tommy, I…"

He stood up. "I'm still there, and none of this is real."

"You don't believe that Tommy, you can't. You've done a lot of good in the world, helped a lot of people. You helped Conner and the others become rangers, and they protect the city, the world. To think that none of it happened, that all of this is in your mind, is just wrong. You have friends here, people who care about you," Hayley told him.

"Do I? What makes more sense; I'm sick and still in an asylum, or that over the last twelve years I've been a superhero protecting the world from monsters and demons?" he asked.

"I know how it sounds, but…"

"I never left that asylum," Tommy sighed, coming to terms with the truth.

"Tommy, you have to know in your heart that that isn't true. You're here, with me, with the others. We're all real, not some delusion of you in an asylum," she tried to tell him.

"No, I…" at that moment, his head began to throb again. Tommy fell to the floor, holding his head in pain. The pain was more than he could stand, he closed his eyes, screaming to the top of his lungs for the pain to stop.

"Amanda, get the guards in here, something is seriously wrong," a voice said.

Tommy opened his eyes, but the light hurt his eyes. He was lying on the floor, and from what he could tell; he was in a straight jacket again. Dr. Walsh was kneeling over him, trying to tend to him as Amanda rushed towards the door, trying to get the guards attention.

"Its real, its all real!" Tommy screamed.

"What's real Tommy?"

"I'm here now, this is real," he sobbed.

Just then, the guard rushed into the room. "What happened?"

"He blacked out. I think he needs medical attention," Amanda said.

Orderlies rushed into the room with a wheelchair, helping Tommy up and putting him into the chair. As a precaution, they strapped him down, taking him out the room.

"Where are you taking him?" Amanda asked, following the orderlies.

"He may need medical attention. Don't worry, we'll take care of him," one of the guards said.

"I told you Ms. Abrams, you have to keep your emotions out of it. Mr. Oliver is a very sick young man, and if we're going to help him, we need to keep a level head and give him our unbiased support. You can't do that if you have an emotional attachment to the patient," Dr. Walsh told her.

She knew he was right, but part of her couldn't help but think that there was something cold and heartless about this way of thinking. Tommy was troubled, there was no doubt, but the last thing he needed was an emotionless doctor trying to tell him he was crazy. She knew she needed to understand what made him think the way he does, what led him to believe he was some kind of hero. Once she did that, she'd be able to help him more.

"You're right," she said.

"I think that's enough for today. I'll meet you here tomorrow. Hopefully we'll be able to wrap this session up," he said as he gathered his papers, walking out the room.