"Jen…" Wes tossed and turned in his sleep.

"You may kiss the bride."

They were laughing and crying, overjoyed with happiness. They were finally together, as man and wife. Wes drew closer to Jen, leaning his face closer to hers, wrapping his arms protectively around her. Then his lips met hers in a passionate kiss filled with love.

"I knew you'd come back. I love you, Jen. I've never stopped."

Jen stared into his face, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Wes, I…I'm..."

"What?" Concern filled his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Jen started backing away from him. "Promise me!"

"Jen, where are you going? Promise you what?" He tried to get closer to her but she kept backing away. "I don't understand!"

"Promise me, Wes. Promise." Then she was gone, out of sight, nowhere to be seen. The bright blue sky turned to a darkish black, dark clouds started to form, rain poured down and thunder rolled.

BOOM! Wes jumped out of bed, heart racing. The thunder banged loudly against his window. Wes took a deep breath and slowly felt his heart beat going back to its normal pace. He slowly walked over to his window watching as the rain poured down hard. "What do you want Jen? What do you need from me?"

"I need you to promise me something."

Wes jumped once again, startled by the voice. He turned around and it was Jen, standing before him. "Jen?" he said, unsure of himself.

"Wes..."

"Wes, son." Mr. Collins shook his son. "Wake up. It's only a dream."

Wes's eyes flashed open. It was morning, his father's face staring down at him, concerned. "Jen?" Wes sat himself up and pulled the covers off. "Where is she?"

"Wes, it was another dream. Jen isn't here." He was starting to get very concerned about his son and these dreams he was having. Collins knew the dreams weren't helping matters for Wes to move forward and get on with his life. Which is part of the reason why he hadn't told Wes all of what was and would be going on. "Wes, I put in a call to Dr. Brown, I want you to go talk to him, about what's bothering you."

Wes interrupted his father. "Dad, I'm not sick. Nothing's wrong with me. I'm fine. I don't need to go see some dumb doctor."

Collins gripped his son's shoulder. "But I'm concerned, Wes, these dreams, they're not normal. Please, just for today, talk to him and after that you don't ever have to talk to him again."

"All right," giving in into his father's deep concern for him, "If it'll make you happy, but on one condition."

"All right, go on."

"You tell me what's going on; tell me everything, the morphers, this academy, why you're paying Gunther Drew."

Collins hesitated for a moment, but knew he didn't have much of a choice. "All right."

"We all set?" asked Andros.

"Just about. There are only a few more boxes left," answered Zhane as more boxes were loaded onto the ship.

"Who would have thought a communication console would have so many boxes," complained Carlos as he and TJ set a large box down in the cargo bay.

"No kidding. I don't see why satellites couldn't be placed out in space, and we could use cell phones or something."

"Now boys, just think how this will help us when there are attacks throughout the galaxies," pointed out Karone, knowing having the communication devices and being able to stay in contact with all surrounding planets would come in handy, when there were attacks and when transferring people back and forth on missions and base placements.

"Yeah guys. That is a good thing," added Cassie, who carried in one of the smaller boxes.

"And besides, this is for SPD. We don't need everyone and their brother making contact through space," annouced Ashley as she brought in a large box.

"Hey careful," scolded Andros, taking the box from her. "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

"Andros, it's only been a couple of weeks."

Andros set the box down. "I know. I just want…"

"Hey, don't worry so much, you do that enough as it is." Ashley took his hands, smiling back at him letting him know that everything was going to be okay.

Andros smiled and leaned closer. "This is just all new to me." He had never thought back when he was younger that he would ever fall in love, get married and begin a family of his own. His life had always been about finding his sister, then saving KO-35, finding Zordon, and saving earth. He had done all of that and now was faced with a new adventure one he was happy to face, but at the same time nervous.

She leaned closer. "It's new to me too." She kissed him softly on the lips.

"Is it just me or is it getting a little lovey-dovey in here?" joked Zhane.

Both Andros and Ashley blushed while the others laughed. "Come on guys, let's head on home," said TJ.

"Home." Karone smiled. Although Earth hadn't been the place she was born on, she considered Earth more of a home. She had been so young when she was kidnapped. She barely could remember ever living here, only little hazy memories, the little things Andros told her. But other then that she felt like a total stranger on KO-35.

Zhane wrapped his arm around her shoulder, smiling that charming smile she had always loved.

"So Wesley, your father tells me you've been having these dreams about your former girlfriend," started Dr. Brown, taking a seat in front of Wes, who was lying down on a couch.

"You know I really don't need to be here. They're just dreams, they don't mean anything."

"Your father thinks otherwise."

Wes laughed dryly. "He would."

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because he always thinks he knows what's best for me."

"Uh huh." The doctor jotted a few notes down. "Most parents usually do know what is best for their children."

"I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown man." He didn't need his father telling him what to do anymore. He had set his own path.

"Who still lives in his father's home."

"Hey, I thought you weren't supposed to be judgmental!" exclaimed Wes. "It's a big house."

"Right. Sorry." He wrote down a few more notes. "Tell me about your relationship with your father. Good, bad, in the middle..."

Wes sat himself up. "I thought we were supposed to talk about my dreams? How'd my father get into this?"

"Do you want to talk about your dreams?"

Wes paused. "No."

"Well then, we'll talk about you and your father."

"Great," muttered Wes.

"So?"

Wes sighed, taking a deep breath. "Our relationship now is a lot better than what it used to be."

The doctor started to take down notes. "When did it start getting better?"

"Almost five years ago. It happen after he was attacked by a criminal, protecting me. I guess he figured some things out, about both me and himself." Wes's voice became softer, as if haunting, hurtful memories that he thought he had forgotten had come back to him. "That maybe he could no longer tell me what to do, for my future anyway."

"I see. Had he always planned your future?"

"Not always. There was a time when he didn't." Wes bowed his head down. "Life was different back then. He didn't care about money or even worry about ever having enough."

"What changed?"

Wes looked up, frozen, as a memory flashed before his eyes. His mother screaming his name, the pouring rain, the bright lights, and then nothing.

"Wesley?"

Wes shook the memory away. "My mother and I were in a car accident. I was only eleven, still so very young. I needed her, but I guess life had other plans." He ran his hands through his hair. "When I woke up out of my coma, my father was there waiting for me, she was gone, and after that my whole life changed. A month later he sent me away to school. I had never been away before. I remember being scared out of my mind." Wes sighed heavily. "When I got back home for break, there was nothing left of her. He had changed everything, gotten rid of everything that reminded him of her…"

"Have you and your father ever talked about your mother since she died?"

Wes looked up, almost unable to answer the question. He wanted to say yes, that they talked about her all the time. That they hadn't forgotten about her, but the truth was... "No, we haven't," he answered softly, feeling almost ashamed of himself.

The doctor nodded his head and took down more notes. "I believe I may see a connection to this with your dreams. Care to hear it?"

"You're the doctor."

"Your father tells me in your dream, that your girlfriend drifts farther and farther away from you, asking you to promise her something, but she's out of your reach, just as your mother is out of your reach."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"When we lose people we really care about, sometimes for some of us it's too much for us to handle, so we drift away from those closest to us, wanting to push away whatever reminds us of the ones we lost. Your father, for instance, pushed away everything that reminded him of his wife." The doctor stopped for a moment, looking into Wes's face. "Including his own son. And you, you tell everyone you're fine, that you're doing okay, but the truth is you're not. That's why you keep busy at work, taking on more than you can handle and pretending that everything is fine."

"Pretty good assumption, but why is she asking me to promise her something?"

"That's a little harder. It could be in your sub-conscious mind that you feel that there is something you have to promise her; what that is I don't know."

Wes nodded his head. "So what now?"

"That's up to you. The only way for anyone to move forward is to talk, that's the only way things will get better."

"I don't know if I can. I haven't talked to anyone about my mother in so long, and with Jen, that's complicated. Only a few people would understand."

"Then I would talk to those few. And it's never too late to talk about someone who you haven't even thought of in years."

Wes didn't answer, just nodded his head. He had come in here thinking he'd only talk about his dreams, but more had come out of it. Perhaps he was his father's son after all. Both of them had lost people they cared about and loved more than anything.

Wes sat alone in the bar, looking down at his untouched drink. He had a lot on his mind. Thoughts of his mother, the rollercoaster relationship he and his father had, the ups and downs of it. And then his thoughts of Jen, which in a way were similar to the relationship with his father. Just when they thought everything was looking up for them, it had all gone downhill.

It had been a big eye-opener for him, perhaps he should continue for a little while having visits with Dr. Brown. It helped, but of course he couldn't tell Dr. Brown the full truth about Jen, which could explain a lot if he did tell him, but he couldn't let him in on that secret. It would just complicate things. There were those people he could talk to, he had just not been letting them in. Now he knew that perhaps he should talk about it, that maybe it would help him move on. He might not ever get over Jen, but he had to move on with his life and let go.

He smiled, a real smile, remembering the good times they had had together. He would never forget her. Perhaps that was why she was asking him not to forget her. That had been the one thing she had feared all those years ago, that he would forget her. But of course he could never do that. And instead of feeling sorry for himself, he started counting his blessings for the time he did have with her; although it was short, he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. "To you, Jen. Thank you for everything." Wes then took a sip of his drink. It was time to move forward.