Training with Sarah was the one-on-one Zoey felt she needed. Though she had gotten far in her attempt to be a Ranger, she had been cut for a reason. It left her with the nagging thought in the back of her mind that she wasn't suited for the role of the yellow Ranger.

Her scolding from Commander Shaw didn't help. She had tried to step up and take on the leadership responsibility after a little encouragement from Sarah. The former Ranger had made it clear that Zoey had been her first choice for the position and Zoey didn't want to disappoint. Sarah was the only one who believed in her and Zoey didn't want to risk losing that.

Unfortunately, her rivalry with Ravi got a little out of hand. Mid-battle, they were more focused on who would be the better leader and it nearly cost them. Devon earned the title, simply by keeping focused and knowing what his team needed to pull ahead.

Zoey knew Commander Shaw only wanted what was best for the team, which was why she wouldn't tolerate the arguing between teammates. There was no malice in the scolding, and it was deserved, but it left Zoey thinking that Commander Shaw had lost faith in her.

It was the reason she had turned up early for training. Worried that Commander Shaw would think she wasn't ready for the role of yellow Ranger, Zoey wanted to get a little extra training in to build up her skill and catch up to Devon the leader and brown belt, and Ravi, who had actually earned the title of blue Ranger. If she could train a little more, she might be a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, and that might help to improve her confidence overall.

As training finished up, the girls went to grab some water. Zoey started to drink. Sarah took a quick sip, then smiled at Zoey.

"You're really good," she said. "You kept me on my toes for sure."

Zoey gave a shrug. She was sure Sarah was just being polite. Surely, she wouldn't tell Zoey she was doing poorly.

"Thanks," Zoey answered. Sarah nodded then asked for the time. When Zoey told her, she started to pack up.

"I've gotta get back to work. Now that the Zords are up and running, I've got to figure out how to combine them all into a functioning Megazord."

"A Megazord?"

"Your three Zords into one. Triple the power, triple the size, triple the headache. On my team, the Prism took care of those details. Here it's all got to be done manually."

"And you can figure out something like that?"

"I hope so," Sarah nodded. "If I can create a time machine, I'm sure I can solve this puzzle."

"That's amazing," Zoey stated, then looked to her water bottle. "I don't think I could ever do something like that."

"It's not easy, but if you like puzzles and fixing things, it can be pretty fun. Or frustrating, depending on where you are in the process."

"I do like solving problems," Zoey said. "The city is petition right now to cut down the forest in order to build a road to ease the congestion problems in the city. Won't solve the problem in the long run and it'll just add more traffic and more pollution."

"Got a solution?"

"I do… but it does require Morph-X and I don't think…"

"I'll talk to Nate about getting you some for a prototype," Sarah said with a smile. "And if you need any help with the design or build, let me know. I'll probably need a few breaks from Megazord construction."

"You think I can do this?"

"Worth a shot, right? It'll either be your first success or your first failure. Either way, you get it out of the way, right?"

"Yeah," Zoey nodded. She did have an idea that she had been considering since she heard about the plans to cut down the forest for a new road and it wouldn't be too hard to design. Maybe with Sarah's help, she could make it a reality.

The problem would be talking to the mayor about it. She wasn't sure she was up for that. But she shook her head. She couldn't let problems get in her way.

"I'm not afraid of big problems, I solve big problems," she told herself. She would start with designing her idea and then take it from there.

She headed up to the Ranger hangout and grabbed her notebook from her bag. She had plenty of ideas on how to make the world a better place, so she always carried it around, in case inspiration struck.

Congestion in the city was a nightmare. There was traffic around the clock, since everyone insisted on driving their cars everywhere. Since most people needed a quick way to work, and transit was already so crowded, asking people to walk wouldn't work.

However, cycling was a good choice. A lot of people around the world chose to bike to work. It took a little longer, but it was still faster than walking and it was more environmentally friendly. It was also easier on the wallet, since people didn't need to fill up their cars with gas every week.

With the Morph-X as a clean energy source, Zoey knew she could make a motorized bike that created no emissions and would suit even the least fit people, since they had the option to let the motor do most of the work.

Zoey started on the design and got it done rather quickly. She knew what the bike would look like and she figured out a way to set up the motor so it would power the bike, without getting in the way of people who wanted to pedal instead. With her sketch drawn up, now all she needed to do was get some of the stuff she needed to build it. For that, she would have to talk to Nate or Sarah.

As she closed her notebook, she felt a tightness in her chest. First it was bearable, but the tightness continued to increase. Thinking about asking Sarah or Nate for their help and showing them her design didn't seem to help. What if they didn't think it was a good idea? What if they didn't like the concept? What if they had no spare parts to share?

She took shallow breaths as her hands began to shake. Her stomach turned as well, and she was sure she was going to be sick. She hadn't eaten breakfast yet, though, so there was no reason to rush to washroom.

She didn't notice when the doors opened and her Beast Bot, Jax, walked in.

"Yo, Zo! I'm glad I found ya!" Jax started but he stopped when he saw Zoey didn't look well. She was clutching her chest, trying to catch her breath. She looked like she had just run a marathon from the way she was sweating and how red her face had turned, but since it was so early in the morning, he doubted that was the case. Sarah had mentioned they were training together, which was how Jax knew Zoey was already in the building, but since Sarah had already cooled down from training, Jax would have assumed Zoey would be fine by now as well.

A quick scan showed she wasn't, "Zoey, what's wrong?" he asked, but she didn't answer. She was pacing the room; unaware he was there. "Zoey?" he called again. She finally noticed him, but that didn't seem to calm her down. If anything, she appeared to get worse. Jax wanted to help. He had been built and designed to help Zoey and he wouldn't fail at his job on his first full day.

Unfortunately, he wasn't programmed for this. She wasn't physically hurt and there was no threat around. There was no reason for her to be in such a panic.

"I'll be back," he promised her and rolled out of the hangout as quickly as he could. He went back to the lab, where Sarah was working on her project.

"Sarah, there's a bit of a problem with Zoey."

"If it's about her project, I can help her on my lunch break," Sarah answered.

"I don't think that's it," Jax answered. "She's behaving as if she's hurt, or in danger, but neither is the case."

"She's… did you ask her what's wrong?"

"Can't," Jax said. "Come with me."

Sarah set down her pencil and followed Jax to the hangout. At this point, Zoey had managed to calm herself down a bit from when Jax has last seen her, but it was still clear she wasn't well. Zoey had fought hard in training and pushed herself quite a bit, and so Sarah wanted to be sure she hadn't overdone it. She walked in, following closely by Jax. Zoey looked up and saw them, her face flushed red. She knew Jax had seen her lose control and was utterly embarrassed.

"I'm fine," she told them. Neither believed her. Jax rolled over next to her while Sarah sat on the opposite couch.

"Are you sure?" she asked. She hadn't seen the problem Jaz was referring to, but she knew Jax wouldn't lie about that and she could tell that something had been wrong. More than that, she recognized some of the cool-down signs. Zoey still looked unwell and seemed tired. There were obvious signs of her having cried, implying something had bothered her recently. She also remembered how Jax described what happened. His scans indicated that Zoey's body was responding as though there was a threat, or as though she had been injured when neither was the case.

"I'm positive," Zoey said. Sarah wasn't ready to leave it there.

"We lost our powers as Rangers, once," Sarah said. "Well, on more than one occasion but this time was right after beating Galvanax. Gia had done a headcount of all the monsters we destroyed to make sure they were all gone and she couldn't find a body for Oedius. We knew that meant one of two things: her body was either incinerated in the explosion, or she managed to survive."

"Judging by what happened, I guess she survived."

"We wanted to be ready for when she made her return," Sarah said. "But our Power Stars were all gone. Since I made Kelly's, the team asked me if I could make six more. Only Kelly's Star had been half made. I just had to convert the energy that Oedius had already given it. Creating six from scratch wasn't easy, and with no idea when they would be needed, the pressure was on. I didn't even realize it until things were bad, but between creating the Power Stars, not knowing when or if Oedius would return, and my brother kidnapping me, I was suffering from a pretty bad case of anxiety."

"Sounds about right," Zoey nodded. It was classic anxiety. The stress was high, the stakes were higher, and so the anxiety that accompanied it made sense.

"Came with the whole kit and kaboodle too," Sarah said. "Dizziness, hot flashes, a lack of control over my emotions. Feeling like the world was going to end, but thinking it was all in my head. I just had to tough up, or get over it, or deal with it."

"Did you?"

"I had a panic attack in front of my friends. Mom recognized what was happening, since she had just recently had one of her own, and completely shut down the Power Star project. She removed me from being a Ranger too, except for anything that was absolutely necessary."

"So you gave up?"

"I couldn't do it," Sarah said. "There's a difference. To create six Stars, I probably would have had to severely compromise my mental and physical health. What good would I be to the team, or the planet, if I did that?"

"None, I guess."

"I had more anxiety after my parents died. Specifically, after mom. Spent a lot of time with my TA and Mr. Toilet."

"That's an unfortunate name."

"Not if you actually are a toilet," Sarah chuckled. "I was so sick; I couldn't leave the bathroom for a while. Took me a while just to get the courage to go back to school, and longer still before I started to do well again. And the whole thing felt so stupid, even while I was having my anxiety. Serena had to convince me that it was safe to go on my own front porch."

"But you're fine now?"

"I still get anxious. Sometimes I miss my parents so much it makes me feel sick. Hearing the alarms go off when there's an attack triggers some anxiety for me, but I've learned some coping skills along the way. I've learned to notice when something is too much, or too hard, and not to be so hard on myself. I've learned that I can handle pretty much anything life throws my way, but that it's okay sometimes to completely fall apart. It's how you can rebuild yourself to be a little bit stronger."

Sarah paused for a bit and let her words, her stories, sink in with Zoey a bit before she leaned forward. "Do you ever feel like that?"

Zoey shrugged her shoulders. The most trauma she had ever seen in life was as a Power Ranger.

"Even just a little bit," Sarah added.

"I guess a little," Zoey nodded.

"Like?"

Zoey shrugged. She turned to Jax. She had just met her robot companion the day before, but he had been designed to help her.

"No one's judging ya," Jax assured her.

"I promise, it won't leave this room," Sarah said. Zoey tried to think of a time she felt anxious about something, but everything seemed embarrassing, especially to tell someone who was still mostly a stranger. "A bad grade?" Sarah asked. "Lost your car keys? I was recovering from a brain injury at the time, but once, my mom put my pile of laundry on my desk, instead of on my bed, and I lost my shit on her. Things were broken, words were said. When I calmed down and realized what happened, I was humiliated."

"The interview," Zoey stated, choosing something that would make most people nervous. She decided if she picked something that made everyone feel a little uncomfortable, it would be less embarrassing to talk about. "I wrote my resume out, easily, and handed it to the person at the front desk without much issue, but… When Commander Shaw called and said she wanted me to come in for an interview, I couldn't handle it."

"It's stressful," Sarah agreed. Zoey nodded.

"The days leading up to the interview, I kept going over the questions she might ask in my head, and rehearsing my answers to them. I'd write them down, so I knew exactly what I was going to say. I researched common interview questions and even looked into some that weren't so common, so I could be prepared for anything."

"Nothing wrong with being prepared," Sarah said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. But the more I practiced, the less prepared I felt. Like, what if I forgot my answers, or choked up when I tried to talk? What if she didn't ask any of the questions that I had prepared? What if I wasn't what she was looking for at all? Or if she called me by mistake thinking I was someone else? What if I did well in the interview but wasn't ready for the job and just utterly disappointed everyone or…"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Jax said as Zoey started to work herself up.

"Have you ever talked to someone about this?" Sarah asked. Zoey shook her head.

"Everyone gets nervous for an interview," Zoey said.

"Not like that," Sarah shook her head. "I know I didn't interview for this job, but I was a bit worried about the first day but… not like that."

"Great, so I'm a nut," Zoey rolled her eyes. "Mom always said I was an overthinker and I guess she's right."

"You're not a nut," Sarah told her.

"So, then what am I?"

"I'm not a doctor," Sarah said. "And, well, neither is my friend, but she helped me with my anxiety. Maybe she can help you with yours."

"You really think I have an anxiety problem?" Zoey frowned.

"I don't think you don't," Sarah said, then asked Zoey for the time. By now, it was almost eight, which meant the others would be arriving and starting training very soon. Since Sarah and Zoey had already trained, and this seemed a bit more important, Sarah wanted to see if they could skip the session for today. "You go ask Commander Shaw for a couple hours off, I'll see if Serena's awake yet."

"I… uh… what?" Zoey asked. Sarah looked to her and she could see the anxiety building up again.

"Just talk to Commander Shaw and see if it's okay to skip training today."

"What if she says no?" Zoey asked.

"Tell her we trained together already," Sarah shrugged.

"What if she still says no?"

"Tell her we'll make up for it."

"What if she…"

"How about I ask her?" Sarah suggested. "You just… keep calm and wait for me to come back, okay. I'll handle this."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Sarah smiled.