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It took four orderlies and two armed security guards to get him there, but they finally got Tommy into the infirmary. The orderlies strapped him down to the table, and Dr. Walsh walked over to him, injecting him with a needle.

"Wait, what is that?" Ms. Abrams asked with concern in her voice.

"Its just a sedative to keep him calm. It appears that Mr. Oliver's problems are much more severe than I originally anticipated. His mind is drifting from one reality to another, and he isn't sure which is which anymore. Its up to us to convince him that this is reality, and his delusions about being a power ranger are all in his imagination," he explained.

Even in the restraints, Tommy put up a fight, kicking and screaming as much as he could, hoping to get free. Soon, the medication began to set in, and his mood shifted. He let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that he wouldn't be able to break out of his restraints. He glanced over at Amanda, trying to get a good look at her, but his vision was blurred, and his hair covered most of his face.

"H-Help me," he sighed.

She wanted to run over to him, to wrap her arms around him and tell him that she would do everything in her power to help, but Dr. Walsh wouldn't allow it. If she had any hope of getting out of medical school and becoming a full time physiatrist, she knew she'd need a letter of recommendation from him, and he wouldn't give it if he even suspected that she was emotionally attached to her patient.

"We are here to help you Tommy," Dr. Walsh grabbed a stool, sitting down in front of Tommy. "We need to find out why you're having these delusions. If we knew why your mind was manufacturing these images and these scenarios, we would be able to stop them from happening," he paused. "We're not going to talk about your life as a ranger Tommy, I want to talk about your family."

"My f-family…"

"Yes, tell me about your mother and father," he said.

"I never knew my mother and father, not my real parents at least. I was adopted, and…"

"Ah, so that's it."

"W-What's it?" Tommy asked with a groggy tone in his voice, making it obvious that the drugs had taken effect.

"You never knew your parents, and it no doubt made you feel unhappy, unloved, even unimportant," he brought up.

"Maybe I…"

"Your mind constructed these images as a way to make you feel important, useful. After all, what could be more important than protecting an entire city from danger?" he asked him.

"I…"

"Thomas, if this is going to work, if we're going to cure you, you need to understand that all of it is in your head, all of it."

"Its in… m-my head," he sighed.

The doctor nodded. "There are no power rangers, there never were. All of it was a part of your delusion, a reality your mind designed for you to make you feel useful," he explained to him.

"But… the others… Kim, Jason, Trini…"

"All of them were delusions Tommy. Your mind needed someone to cling to, a group of friends so that you'd feel accepted. I'm sorry, I know this must all be coming as quite a shock to you, and I know it's a lot for you to handle, but you have to believe me when I tell you, there were never any power rangers," he told him.

"All of it was… a lie?"

He nodded. "Yes. You are making remarkable progress today Tommy. I'll tell you what? How about you get some rest, and Amanda and I will come talk to you again tomorrow. How does that sound?" he asked.

"That would be nice," he sighed.

Dr. Walsh stood up, motioning for Amanda to follow him. The two of them exited the infirmary, stepping into the hallway.

"I told you, Tommy will make a full recovery," he assured her.

She smiled slightly. "It looks like it."

"I have another session I have to attend to, why don't you head on home? We've done some good work here today," he said.

"Yes, we have," she sighed.

There was a small window in the infirmary, just enough to give Tommy an idea of what time of day it was. Either the sun was beginning to set, or it was beginning to rise. Not that it mattered, since he'd completely lost track of the days since he'd been there. His mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he remembered his time as a ranger with great clarity. All of it made perfect sense to him. He'd been a ranger his entire adult life, and it was just as real to him as anything else. His friends, his relationships with Kimberly, with Katherine, and even eventually with Hayley, were all real to him. His time as the green ranger, the white ranger, the red ranger, even the black ranger, was as crystal clear in his mind as any other memory he had. On the other hand, he could recall with great clarity being in the asylum, being pumped full of drugs and questioned about his past.

There were just too many memories racing through his head. He could see all the faces, hear all the voices, all of it was swimming through his mind, all of it struggling to make its way to the forefront. Part of him welcomed the idea of being in an asylum. At least that way, with proper treatment, he could be helped. It meant that eventually, the voices would go away, and he could finally get on with his life… his real life.

Just then, out the corner of his eye, he saw something move passed the window. He wasn't sure what it was, or if he'd even seen anything at all. Things were so confusing for him, there was no way to be sure. Then, there was a shaking noise, and a figure began to move closer to him.

"Dr. O? Are you alright?" a voice asked.

Tommy tried to get a good look at whoever it was, but his vision was still blurry. He did, however, recognize the voice. "Ethan?" he called out.

"Yes, its me. Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here," he told him, working on removing the restraints.

"Out of here," he repeated. The thought of being free, of finally getting out of the asylum, getting back to his life, all came rushing back to him. "No!"

"No what?"

The restraints were released, and Tommy rolled off the bed, backing into a corner. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You're not real," he said.

"Dr. O, its me, Ethan. Conner and Kira are outside right now, lets just…"

"NO! YOU'RE NOT REAL. NONE OF YOU ARE. LEAVE ME ALONE," he screamed to the top of his lungs, falling to his knees and holding his head in pain.

Ethan walked over to him, trying to help him up, but Tommy pushed him away. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Dr. O, I don't know what they've done to you in here, but…"

"YOU'RE NOT REAL!" he screamed.

"Dr. O… Tommy, please. Let me help you," Ethan said.

He reached out to help Tommy up, but Tommy gave him a leg sweep, knocking him over. Ethan hit his head on the side of the metal bed rail, knocking him out on impact. Tommy was on his feet, and two security guards opened the doors to the infirmary, getting a good look around. Before they could make a move, Tommy dived over the table, hitting a kick to the side of the head of one of them. The other reached for his nightstick, but Tommy grabbed the nightstick from the first guard, hitting the second over the head with it. With both of them down, Tommy rushed out the infirmary and down the hall, not quite sure of where he was trying to go.

For a brief moment, there was a flash of… something. Suddenly, he wasn't in the hospital anyone, it was his lab. Whatever was happening, he wasn't able to move, and everything was a bizarre bronze color. He tried to glance around, to figure out where he was, but the more he tried, the more he realized it was useless.

"Is there anything you can do for him?" a voice asked.

He recognized Kira's voice, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from.

"I can run some tests, but until they come back from the lab, I won't know for sure," another voice said.

The next voice he recognized as Hayley, but again, he was unable to see where she was.

"HELP," he called out, trying to get their attention, anyone's attention.

He turned around, but suddenly, he wasn't in his lab anyone, he was back of the asylum. He had fallen, hitting his head on the side of a desk, and his head was bleeding badly.

"Don't worry Tommy, I'm here to help," a voice told him.

It was another voice he'd come to recognize. "A-Amanda?" he asked.

"Yes, its me. Lets get you out of here."