Jake couldn't breath. A healthy combination of the monster's rather large hand around his neck and it's rancid stench clogged up his oxygen intake. Gasping for a breath, Jake squirmed, trying to break free of the monster's grasp. It seemed, even morphed, the monster had the best of him.

"PUNY RANGER!" The monster yelled at him. "THE GREEN RANGER I FACED WAS MORE A CHALLENGE THAN YOU!" The monster threw Jake against a building, and his wind was knocked out. He was struggling severely to get a breath of air, as the giant, blood-red, beetle-esc monster strided towards him, dragging his giant, wicked-looking sword behind him. Jake brought himself to his feet, and immediately felt nauseous. Catching himself, he tried summoning his Snake Axe, but upon grabbing the weapon, the weight of it brought him down. Grabbing the shaft with both hands, Jake tried yanking on the axe, but his trusty weapon wouldn't budge. He was in no condition to even lift his weapon, let alone fight with it. Just as he managed to lift his axe an inch or so off the ground, the monster slammed into him, sending him flying backwards through the brick wall of the building, and into what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse.

"Who.." Jake chocked out, unsure of where he found his breath. "Who...are you?" Jake coughed. The monster grabbed him by the neck again, and pulled him until his eyes were mere inches from the monster's glowing, evil, yellow eyes.

"I am your WORST NIGHTMARE!" The monster shouted, dropping Jake again. As Jake, once again, struggled for air, the monster raised his sword. "LIGHTS OUT RANGER!" Before Jake could even protect himself, he felt a severe pain drive through his body, and the world went dark.

"Gah!" Jake woke with a start, and breathed rapidly and heavily. He quickly recognised he was in the plane, safe as can be, and he started to calm down, as he recalled the strange and severely frightening dream. Who was that guy? He thought. He hoped to anything that his dream was just a dream, and not a foreshadow of any sort. He loved being a ranger, but he really didn't want anything to ruin his and his friends' retirement. He looked over next to him, and slight panic built up again, as he realized that Gia was missing.

"She's in the restroom, dude, don't worry." A voice said. Jake looked across the isle, and saw Troy looking at him, with a concerned look on his face. "You looked like you had a nightmare. Everything okay?" Jake rubbed his temples.

"Yeah, I think so. I had this very horrific dream." Troy cocked his head.

"Ranger dream?" he asked. Jake nodded.

"In the dream, I..well, I died." Jake said, his breath shaking. Troy nodded.

"Big red guy? Giant sword? Loves speaking with caps-lock on?" Troy asked, as Jakes eyes widened. Slowly, he nodded.

"...how"

"Because, dude, I had the same dream last night." Troy said, summing up his dream. As Troy explained his dream, Jake became more and more horrified about the two dreams. Both of them were the exact same; The monster shouting at and chocking out the respective ranger, and finishing them off with his sword. "Sound familiar?" Troy asked when he finished explaining his dream.

"Dude. That's the exact dream I just had! Except that it was me that died…" Jake trailed off, as Troy sighed. He knew what Jake was thinking, as he was thinking the same thing.

"I think we have another foe out there." Troy stated, while Jake sighed.

"That guy didn't look Armada. In fact, he looked more Warstar than anything." Troy nodded.

"Whatever he is, whatever he wants, let's hope he at least is decent enough to let us enjoy our vacation before we kick his ass." Troy stated. Jake nodded.

"I vouch we don't mention this to anyone. Let's not ruin their vacations because we had gemini dreams." Jake suggested.

"Agreed" Troy stated. The two shook on it, and, sighing, Jake sunk back in his seat. He didn't want to think about what could be waiting for them next. For all he knew, they were retired rangers, so this could be the threat for the next ranger team.

"Never seen you so deep in thought." he heard someone smirk. He looked over to the isle, again, and saw Gia standing over him, arms folded over her chest. "Must be some thought."

"Eh, nothing much." Jake summed up. Gia rolled her eyes and slipped into her seat, climbing over Jake to get there. "Ow!" Jake protested.

"You can deal with me trucking you over, you can deal with this." Gia said. Once she was in her seat, she leaned her head on Jake's shoulder, and moaned slightly, holding her stomach.

"You alright?" Jake asked her in a soft voice. Gia sighed.

"Turbulence" She muttered. "My stomach doesn't agree with so much movement at this altitude." Jake hugged her close to him, but not to tight as to harm her already-upset stomach.

"We'll be on the ground soon" Jake promised. "Just try and rest. You'll feel much better when we land." He planted a kiss on her forehead and rubbed her back, as Gia leaned more into him.

"I hope so" she muttered.