Jenny returned home from the hospital the following morning looking ragged. Her hair had been pulled up into a sloppy ponytail and her clothes were looking very worn. She had spent the night in the hospital speaking with doctors as well as contacting her insurance companies and lawyers, and speaking with the police with Sarah regarding the accident and how they wanted to proceed with the driver.

To say it had been a long night was understating the way Jenny felt. She dragged herself through the door. Her spirits weren't lifted at all by the bacon and eggs waiting for her in the kitchen, or by her brother's hopeful smile.

"Is she okay?" Shane asked and offered Jenny a plate.

"Did you know the leading cause of heart attacks wasn't obesity?" Jenny muttered. "It's kids!"

"Is it bad?" a look of sheer panic crossed Shane's face. Jenny shook her head.

"No. No, she'll be fine. Some bad bruising, but it looks like she bounced. She's lucky."

"Good," Shane said and offered Jenny the plate again. His sister still didn't take it. She sat down at the table and sighed loudly. Shane looked to her. "But…?"

"I don't know if I can go back to work."

"The interview went well, right?"

"It did," Jenny answered, recalling her interview the day before. "But just when I think life is going to go back to normal, BAM! something happens."

"Literally bam," Shane chuckled. He sat across from his sister and set the plate down in front of her. "But you need the money, right?"

"It would help," Jenny nodded. "Bills don't pay themselves and kids don't feed themselves. It's just… I really think Sarah needs someone around the clock. It's only been a few months since Bill died and it's a new city and this freaking Power Ranger thing and… everything else! Something's always coming up and I'm worried I'm either going to let her down because of work, or I'm going to get my ass fired from every job because I'm always taking off for some emergency."

"So I'll go back to work," Shane suggested.

"How will that help?"

"Get some money coming in again," Shane told her. "Help you pay some of the bills so you can stay home for Sarah."

"No. No, absolutely not."

"Jenny…"

"You teach in Blue Bay Harbour! You'd be commuting an hour back and forth every day and…"

"I can live at home," Shane said. "You know, my real house."

"What?"

"I'm not saying I want to move out," Shane told her. "But I came here when Bill died to help get you back on your feet and, well, you and Sarah are doing well now, the accident aside. The Rangers are well established and I'm sure they can keep figuring this out on their own. I don't think I'm needed anymore."

"You're not moving out and paying my bills."

"I want to," Shane said.

"I can figure this out."

"I already have. Jen, I really don't mind. In fact, I want to do this. I miss teaching anyways and it's not like we're far enough away that I can't still come back when you do need me. Or just when you want to see me."

"But…"

"You have a job already. You're raising a teenage superhero. That's more than enough. Let me help."

"What about Sarah?"

"She'll be fine," Shane said. "She's got my number, she knows where to find me."

"I don't want you to feel like there is any pressure," Jenny insisted. "You've already been such a big help. You really don't have to…"

"I want to help," Shane smiled. "Let me do this."

"Thank you," Jenny whispered gratefully. Shane took her hand, gave it a little squeeze and then stood up.

"I'm going to give Cam a call. I'll bet this is going to make his day. I'll be upstairs."

Jenny let him go and finally considered taking a bit of her breakfast. She hadn't eaten since before hearing of Sarah's accident and was starving. Just as she picked up her fork, the doorbell rang.

"Don't they know I'm hungry," she sighed and left her plate to see who it was. She was surprised when Mick was on the other side.

"Is Sarah home?" he asked and he seemed a little nervous. He was normally a bit twitchy, but this seemed extreme even for him. Jenny shook her head.

"They're running a couple more tests before they release her, just to be safe."

"Did she speak to you?"

"No," Jenny answered. "She's on some pretty potent pain killers right now."

"Good, because I wanted to be the first to talk to you," Mick said. "May I?"

Jenny opened the door, letting him in. She walked him over to the kitchen so she could eat while he spoke.

"Talk to me about what?"

"About… about what happened," Mick said. "With Bill."

"My husband?"

"Sarah's been thinking about him a lot lately. I… I'm sure you've noticed, right?"

"She was upset the other day," Jenny nodded. "She went by his office. It made her pretty upset."

"Well, yesterday morning she was at the base," Mick explained, "Working on a time machine."

"A time machine?" Jenny frowned, then shook her head and scoffed. "Okay, clones I could believe. But a time machine…"

"She's brilliant," Mick said. "And with some help from me, we got it up and running and…"

"You're serious?" Jenny asked. "You built a time machine? Why?"

"She wanted answers," Mick answered. He looked directly at Jenny, "Look, I tried to talk her out of it. I tried to tell her it was a bad idea and she would only get hurt but… Sarah either didn't believe me or didn't want to believe me. She was going to do this with or without my help. That's why I helped, by the way. So I could keep an eye on her."

"What are you talking about, Mick?"

After Brody and Levi were reunited… wait, you know they're brothers, right?"

"I've heard the story."

"Sarah got it in her head that if they could be reunited, she could figure out what happened to her father. So she built the time machine to go back in time to see what happened to him so that if he had survived, she would know where he is."

"But… he couldn't have survived. He would be home. We would have been contacted or… he didn't survive."

"He didn't," Mick assured her, though it seemed like he was breaking the news to her all over again. Still, he had to push past it. This wasn't the bad news. "Anyway, we went back, I went with Sarah, you know, to keep an eye on her."

"You took my daughter back in time?"

"Technically, she took me," Mick said. "She was going regardless, I tried to keep some control over the situation."

Jenny put her head in her hands and sighed loudly, "Oh my god, why can't I have normal parenting problems like teenage pregnancy? Where the hell is the parenting book about teenage time travel?"

"The bookstore?" Mick offered, but when Jenny glared at him, he realized she was speaking sarcastically, "Oh… sorry."

"Just continue," Jenny said. "If you wait for me to catch up, you'll be here all day."

"Okay well, we found Bill, but before you get too excited, remember, he's dead."

"So you found his body?"

"He was alive when we found him," Mick said cautiously, but that didn't stop Jenny's excitement from growing. He hated what he would have to say next. "He wasn't well, Mrs. Thompson. He was a dead man walking, I guarantee it. I've seen people much better off than him not make it. He needed a hospital and even with a time machine, there wasn't enough time to get him there, and since we were in the heart of the attack…"

"You took my daughter in the past to see her dying father in the heart of this city's worst attack?"

"Remember, she took me," Mick said, but that did nothing to erase the scowl on Jenny's face. "That's not important though. You don't need to know the details…"

"I do," Jenny growled.

"Trust me, you don't," Mick shook his head. "We thought we lost the time machine so Sarah went to look for it while I stayed with your husband. Galvanax was inching closer and… I couldn't get out of his way and carry Bill with me at the same time. He begged me to leave him behind. He knew he wouldn't make it anyway."

"You left him?" Jenny roared and rose to her feet. Mick jumped up at well and put up his hands.

"Mrs. Thompson, I assure you, I did try to help, but your husband was insistent I get myself to safety. He wanted me to look after Sarah – to keep her safe."

"After you brought her into trouble in the first place!"

"Mrs. Thompson, I know this is a lot to handle right now, and I do really understand your anger. You can be mad at me, but please, hear me out."

"You have thirty seconds."

"I had to leave Bill if I was going to make it home with Sarah. She wouldn't leave on her own, especially not without her father. Yes, I let Bill die and you can hate me all you want for that…"

"Don't worry, I do."

"And so does Sarah," Mick said. "Mrs. Thompson, I'm not here for your forgiveness. I'm not here to tell my story in the hopes you'll ever understand why I did what I did. I don't need anything from you. I'm here to tell you the story. I'm here so that when you do see Sarah, you'll understand what she's going through. When she says she hates me, when she says I let her father die, you'll know what she's talking about and you'll be better able to help her."

"Get out."

"Mrs. Thompson, I care deeply for all my Rangers. I'd do anything for them and I can assure you, their well-being always has been, still is, and always will be my top priority. Your daughter will continue to be safe in my hands and I only act in her best interest."

"Leave now, Mick, before I run you over with my car."

"I really hope what I said can help you do what's best for Sarah," Mick said and when Jenny stepped towards him, he ran off. She slammed the door behind him and let out a scream.

"Wow," Shane said from the top of the stairs. Jenny looked up to see him, with the phone pressed to his ear, eyes wide.

"You heard that?"

"Cam heard that," Shane nodded and held out the phone. "Say hi."

"Shane, I don't have time."

"Jenny…"

"My fucking time travelling daughter went back to the most dangerous place and time this city has ever seen with her incompetent alien friend just so she could watch her father be killed all over again!"

Shane was silent for a moment, unsure of what to do until he glanced to his phone, "Uh… Cam wants to know if you would rather I stick around? Or…"

"No," Jenny grumbled as she shook her head. "You know what, having one Power Ranger is already turning out to be more than enough."