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Mr Scott felt shame wash across him more strongly than ever before. The evidence was all there, right in front of him: his son was a power ranger and he hadn't trusted him enough to believe he could be doing anything but drugs. He had actually tried to ground his son for saving the world. Now that was what you call bad parenting. He sat silently staring at the articles in the newspaper, imagining his son under the face of the red ranger. A moment later a thought struck him, if he was the red ranger then who were the others? Who else was absent with his son? Who else would be at that meeting tomorrow? He tried to think: Kimberly – she had to be pink! Trini: the kung fu expert- if Kim was pink she must be in yellow. Zach Taylor: what colour would he be? He was a dancer, very agile, a fair fighter? He tried to imagine him in spandex -that was something he never thought he'd do: imagine his son's friends in spandex- what would he look like? He wasn't sure. Then there was William Cranston: he was a power ranger? Mr Scott had always thought of him of a weedy sort of boy who needed protection: a nice lad and very clever but the last person you'd expect to be a power ranger. Then again, he'd always thought the power rangers as being some kind of alien omnipotent force protecting them, not teenagers in suits. How had they gotten into it? How had they gotten the suits? Why dear god, spandex? Were they just playing superheroes? Still even if they were, who else would or could save them?

Trini walked the last few feet to Kim's door and rang the bell, thinking as she did that saving the world was much more convenient if you weren't grounded.

Waiting at the step, she hoped it would be Kimberly who answered, as she didn't feel up to facing her mother: in fact she didn't feel up to too much. She'd live, she knew that and her injuries were not too serious but her chest hurt when she breathed, and her head was pounding. The door swung open and she saw not Kim nor her mother but John, her mother's current boyfriend. 'Great,' thought Trini, 'now I'm going to have to lie 3 times.'

"Hi," she said friendlily, " I'm here to see Kim."

"Come in," stuttered John eyes wide in shock, "though I doubt you'll be able to stay."

Following John through the kitchen she saw Kim sitting looking sadly at a magazine while her mother spoke down the phone: "No she is not here, she must have been… oh wait she has just arrived. I'll tell her. Good bye."

Turning to speak to Trini, Mrs Hart took in a shocked breath. "Trini!" she said caringly, "you look like you are about to collapse. Are you all right?"

The yellow ranger was taken aback, 'did she really look that bad?' She knew she mustn't look great, but Zordon had given her the all clear and in the command centre she had been able to think clearly enough. Then again she was still morphed and lying down: the teleportation here had taken it out of her.

"I had a fall on the way over," she said carefully slipping into a persona Kim's mother would understand, "hit my head, but I'm alright now. Do I really look that awful?"

Mrs Hart frowned, "are you sure dear? You looked like you've been attacked. Oh dear lord! You have been attacked haven't you?"

Mrs Hart began fussing terribly over her daughter's friend as Kimberly stared on in shock: Trini did look awful and she knew how it must have happened. One of Rita's monsters must have got the better of her because, oh dear, because the rangers hadn't been a full team. She hadn't been there, who else hadn't? Maybe Trini had tried to face one on her own, maybe all of the useless monsters were for this purpose: so when the big attack came they weren't prepared. She must have come for help, come to get Kim to join the fight since she hadn't been reachable by communicator! Oh! If only she could ask for the particulars.

"No Mrs Hart," said Trini, "I just had a little fall and I'm not really hurt at all. Do I really look that bad?"

"Is this dry blood?" asked the elder woman as she glanced near Trini's shoulder, "it is! Let me see you, take off that Jacket."

Trini looked on helplessly, "no really I'm fine. I just need to talk to Kim for a while, can I please borrow her?"

"Mom," said Kim suddenly as an idea hit her, "I'll take Trini home, and we'll talk on the way."

"No," said Mrs Hart, "I really think we should take her to a doctor…"

"Her father is a doctor," reminded the pink ranger.

"Well that's true, but I'm sure John will drive you."

"No!" said Trini and Kim quite forcefully to which her mother looked very surprised.

"I mean," said Trini trying to maintain a calm tone, "I think the walk would do me good. Mean I'm in a more presentable state when I get home…"

"Oh…I suppose…"began Mrs Hart, but before she could say anymore the girls were walking off, though she didn't much like the way Kim was hovering behind Trini as if she thought she might collapse at any moment.

As she made her way out the yellow Ranger caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror: she was very pale and her hair was a complete mess. A bruise was developing on her cheek and arm and there was indeed dried blood on her chest as evidence of the nasty injured covered by her Top. Had she taken if off, Mrs Hart would have probably rushed her to the hospital.

Jason knocked on Mr Cranston's door quite nervously, how was he going to explain this. As it swung open he was greeted by Billy's father's slightly troubled face.

"Jason," he said welcomingly, "I'm sorry but Billy is out."

"Yes I know," said Jason, "I have a rather bizarre request to ask of you."