Tommy stood frowning as he looked in the fridge. They were out of yogurt. Hayley had developed a craving for it over the past few weeks and now it was all gone again.
"Guess I'm going to the store tomorrow," he muttered, grabbing a container of leftovers out and straightening up. "Or tonight if she doesn't bring some home with her."
Hayley was at the café for the afternoon, leaving Tommy to his own devices since school didn't start back up for another week. Sticking his food in the microwave, Tommy started running through a to-do list in his head. There were several things he wanted to get started on before he was busy with classes again. And doing something was better than thinking about the things he couldn't change—like his last trip to Briarwood. Jason had flipped when Tommy told him the girls hadn't shown up at all. He was angrier now because of his sisters than Tommy had seen him be in a long time.
Standing and waiting for his food to heat up, Tommy heard a sound out in the hallway. Frowning, he turned his head to listen; sure he must be hearing things because no one else was supposed to be in the house.
"Hayley?" he called, thinking he might of missed her coming in the door while he was lost in thought.
There was no answer. But he could definitely hear footsteps now—coming from the direction of the lab. He rolled his eyes, heading for the hallway. It was probably one of the kids, most likely Conner, coming in from the back way without telling him they were coming over.
"Conner," he sighed, walking out into the hall. "How many times have I told—"
He froze, instantly taking on a defensive posture. The person standing in his hallway was the last person he had ever expected, or hoped, to see ever again.
"Hello, Tommy," Rita said.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled, clenching his fists as he fought the urge to reach behind him.
It wouldn't do him any good. He had no escape. He didn't even have a morpher to fight back with. Those were all down in the lab—and she was between him and them.
"Oh, relax," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not here to hurt you."
"Like I believe that," he scoffed, not relaxing an inch. "Your white clothes don't fool me. Now what do you want? You're not supposed to be practicing magic anymore."
Tommy was praying that Hayley wouldn't come home early for lunch. Or come home for lunch at all. He couldn't let anything happen to her, and he wasn't sure what he could do to keep Rita from taking or hurting Hayley, too. He may be lost, but he couldn't let it happen to Hayley.
"I practice good magic now," she said in that familiar voice. "I am the Mystic Mother."
"It's still magic," he growled. "And the others won't let you get away with this. They'll hunt you down and stop you—no matter where you go or hide. And don't think you can use me as a shield. They won't hold back this time. There's too much at stake, too much to lose. They'll take me out."
And he knew they would, no matter how hard it was. They had all agreed years ago after Mark was born and they all started having families of their own—they all had too much to lose to risk one of them helping someone succeed at taking over the world. No matter how much it would hurt, the rangers would stop him at any cost.
"Oh, I'm already getting a migraine," Rita sighed, shaking her head.
"Stop stalling!" Tommy snapped. "Just get it over with. Do what you want—I've got nowhere to run."
She sighed, shaking her head. Tommy was tense, fighting with everything he had to keep his dark magic under control. It was having a strong reaction to her presence after so many years of staying away. He knew it wouldn't take much from her at this point to overwhelm him. He hadn't been ready for this confrontation.
"What are you waiting for?" Tommy demanded. "You win. I won't fight you—there's no point… Besides my friends won't let me do anything to help you take over the earth, I made sure of that."
Still tense, he dropped from his defensive position and stood waiting for her to act. There was no point in fighting a losing battle. But she just rolled her eyes.
"Oh for goodness sakes," she exclaimed. "Tommy, I'm not here to take you."
"Take me, turn me—same thing," he countered.
Shaking her head, she took a deep breath.
"I never knew it would take root like this," she said after a moment, studying him with an expression he couldn't read. "And for that I am sorry."
"What?" he said in shock.
He wasn't sure what she was talking about now. But she didn't answer, instead she just kept talking.
"I can't undo what has been done," she said sadly. "The years have seen to that—but maybe I can make it better for the future. I will make right what I can."
Tommy flinched as she raised her hands, barely keeping himself in the same spot. Rita muttered something he didn't understand and then there was a bright flash before the world went dark.
Shifting the grocery bags into her other arm, Hayley muttered to herself as she dug one-handed in her purse for her keys. The front door was still locked, which was unusual because Tommy generally unlocked it when he knew she was coming home for lunch—if it had been locked at all after he came back from his morning run.
"He'd better have a good reason for locking me out," she muttered, finding her keys and unlocking the door.
Walking inside, she shut the door behind her with her foot as she juggled her stuff, hitting the light switch with her elbow. Turning the rest of the way around, she froze in shock.
"Tommy!" she cried, dropping everything on the floor and running to him. "Tommy, are you alright?"
He was lying on the floor in the middle of the hallway and he didn't move as she dropped down next to him. Hayley carefully rolled him over, still trying to wake him up. When she wasn't getting a response, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed 9-1-1.
Feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, Jason set down the karate magazine he was flipping through to answer the call.
"Hello?" he said.
"Jason? It's Hayley."
He frowned, glancing at the time. It was still early afternoon—meaning Hayley should be at the café. And the panic in her voice wasn't helping anything.
"Hayley, what's wrong?" he asked. "Did something happen?"
"It's Tommy," she said. "He's in the hospital…"
"What?" Jason exclaimed, looking around. "What happened?"
He was really wishing he'd chosen another day to have his brakes fixed now. The auto shop had just started working on his car a few minutes ago.
"I don't know…" she said. "I came home for lunch and he was unconscious in the hallway. I had to call an ambulance. Jason, he still hasn't woken up…"
Groaning, Jason rubbed a hand over his face.
"You two have the worst timing ever," he muttered. "I'm stuck at the car shop while they fix my brakes and Trini is on her way to LA for a conference this evening…"
"Well it's not like I planned this!" Hayley snapped.
"I know, I know," Jason said. "Were there any clues as to what might have happened? Could someone have attacked him?"
"I don't know," Hayley growled in frustration. "There was nothing there to see. The door was locked, there was no sign of a break-in, and nothing else out that could possibly have led to him being unconscious. I have no idea what is causing this!"
"Alright, alright," Jason said, pacing back and forth now.
He groaned again, glancing toward the garage where they were fixing his car.
"Just give me some time," he said. "I'll call Trini and see if she can come back. Maybe she can get here faster than they can finish my car. I'll be on the way there as soon as I can."
"Please just hurry," she said. "I really can't handle this stress alone right now and all of the kids are back at school. They're running tests right now, but no one seems to be able to tell me anything at all."
"I'm hurrying," he said. "Just hang in there. He'll be alright."
"He'd better be," she muttered before hanging up.
Rushing over to the counter, Jason quickly got an estimate of how long it would take for them to finish before calling Trini. It rang several times before she finally answered.
"Jason?" Trini said, sounding a little surprised to hear from him so soon. "Is everything alright?"
"Trini, I need you to get back here," he said quickly, back to pacing. "Tommy's unconscious in the hospital and it's going to be a couple of hours before they're done with my car. I need to get to Reefside—Hayley's all alone right now."
Trini gasped and Jason just hoped she didn't get herself in an accident on the way back. He knew without her saying that she was working on turning around.
"What happened?" she asked.
"No idea," he said, shaking his head. "Hayley said she found him unconscious on the floor. She called an ambulance, but he still hasn't woken up."
"I'll get back as quickly as I can," she promised. "Just call me if you hear anything."
Hanging up again, Jason continued to pace as he waited to hear what was going on with Tommy.
"I don't know what to do…" Hayley muttered to herself, fidgeting with her phone. "I can call them, but I have nothing to tell them. So they'll come running back in a panic for nothing—well, I think it's nothing. I hope it's nothing… But what if it is something? It could be something…"
She sighed, shaking her head as she watched Tommy from a chair by his bed. They'd been at the hospital for hours and he had shown no signs of waking up. She'd just gotten off the phone with Jason in the last half hour, unable to bear the thought of sitting in the silent hospital room by herself all night, since he was the closest at the time. Now she was debating with herself, as she had been for the last few hours, about whether or not to call Conner, Ethan, Kyra, and Trent.
"And if it is something," she continued debating with herself, "and I don't call them, they could come too late and then they'll blame me… They'd be so mad if they couldn't get here…oh…I just… Tommy, why do you have to do this to me?"
Not expecting a response of any kind, as she hadn't had any response at all in the hours since she'd first found him, Hayley was surprised when Tommy groaned in response to his name.
"Tommy?" she exclaimed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Tommy, wake up. Please wake up."
He groaned again, shifting slightly though he still didn't open his eyes.
"Tommy, please," Hayley begged, resting a hand on his cheek. "Wake up."
"Hayley?" he sighed, slowly blinking his eyes open.
"Tommy!" she exclaimed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. Are you alright? What happened?"
He sighed in answered, shifting again as he looked around in confusion.
"'snot our house…" he mumbled, frowning.
"It's the hospital," Hayley said, reaching over to brush some of his hair back into place. "Do you remember anything?"
"The hospital?" he repeated, looking at her as though he didn't quite comprehend. "But—why?"
Hayley took a deep breath, taking his hand and squeezing it.
"Because," she said. "When I came home for lunch I found you unconscious on the floor in the hallway. You wouldn't wake up…"
He frowned again, closing his eyes for a moment.
"How long?" he asked, obviously still fighting the haze of waking up.
"How long have you been unconscious?" she said.
Tommy nodded.
"At least four hours," Hayley said softly, squeezing his hand again. "That's about how long it's been since I found you—and I have no idea how long you were out before I got home."
"When can I go home?" he asked, looking at her.
She laughed, unable to help herself.
"I'm not sure," she said. "We still need to see the doctor. They're probably going to want to keep you overnight."
Tommy grimaced, shaking his head a little.
"And what did they give me?" he said, blinking again.
"Something to get your blood pressure up," she said. "It was really low. And so was your heart rate. And I—I couldn't tell them anything to help…"
Tommy squeezed her hand back, trying to reassure her as he tried to pull himself together.
"Do you remember anything?" Hayley asked again after a moment. "Anything at all? I couldn't see anything in the house—and the door was locked. Did you faint?"
He kept shaking his head, frowning as he tried to push through the haze.
"I don't know…" he muttered. "I—I remember…mmm…"
She watched his face, giving him a moment to fight the fog she knew had to be there. He'd been unconscious for a long time. Waking up wouldn't happen in an instant. Then Tommy paled, staring at Hayley.
"Tommy?" she said in concern, some of the panic returning. "Tommy, what is it? What happened?"
She was afraid his blood pressure was dropping again, and that was not a good sign at this point.
"Was anyone else at the house?" he asked, seeming a lot more focused now. "Hayley, is anyone else there?"
Hayley frowned, shaking her head.
"Tommy, the door was locked," she said. "No one else was there."
"But is someone there now?" he said, sounding a little frantic.
"No," she said slowly. "Tommy, what's going on?"
"You're sure no one is there?" he said again.
"I'm sure," she sighed. "I haven't called the kids at all yet and Jason can't leave Angel Grove until Trini gets there—his car is getting its brakes fixed or he'd already be here."
Tommy started shaking his head.
"No," he said. "He can't come. Tell him to stay there."
"Tommy, why?" Hayley frowned. "He wants—"
"Hayley, please," Tommy interrupted. "Just tell him not to come. He can't come right now."
She took a deep breath.
"You remember something," she said accusingly. "What is it? What happened this morning?"
"I can't tell you right now," he said, looking away so he didn't have to meet her eye.
"Tommy, what is going on?" she demanded. "Please."
"I can't," he said again. "Not here."
He glanced up to meet her eye momentarily. The look on his face gave her a good hint of something she didn't want to hear. Whatever had happened at the house that morning, it was ranger related. It was the only reason she could think of why he wouldn't say anything here—he couldn't risk saying anything in public. She took a deep breath, trying not to panic.
"Fine," she said. "But I still think Jason should—"
"No," Tommy said firmly, not budging. "He needs to stay in Angel Grove."
Hayley sighed, relenting.
"Alright," she said. "I'll tell him to stay. But you know that's not going to work on the kids. I haven't called them yet, but once they find out they'll be here as soon as they can make their excuses and make the trip."
"Don't call them," he countered, clutching the blanket now.
He was clearly tense about something.
"Tommy, we have to tell them," she said softly. "They've earned the right to know—"
"Later," he promised. "I'll call them after I get home. Just—just don't call them now. Not yet."
Taking a deep breath, he looked up.
"Hayley, please?" he pleaded.
"Okay," she relented. "But you have to call them or I will. They aren't just your old students, Tommy. They care about you—and so does Jason."
He nodded mutely, dropping his head again. Dropping a quick kiss on his cheek, Hayley stood up.
"Stay here," she said firmly, glaring down at him. "I'm going to get the nurse and tell her you're awake and then call Jason."
Tommy didn't respond, staring at the wall now. Sighing, Hayley decided to be safe and reached over to hit the call button for the nurse rather than risk him disappearing if she let him out of sight.
"Where is she?" Jason muttered, looking at the time again. "It's been almost an hour. There's no way she could have been that far away. She should be here by now."
He had moved outside of the shop to pace. No one inside had said anything, but he had guessed from the looks on their faces that his pacing was driving them nuts. So he'd gone outside to pace in peace as he waited for Trini to get there.
"Come on, Trini," he said. "We've gotta get to—"
Jason cut himself off as his phone started ringing, answering it as quickly as he could.
"Trini, where are you?" he snapped, barely glancing at the caller ID.
"Well, I'm still at the hospital," Hayley said. "And I'm not Trini. I don't know where she is."
"Hayley!" Jason exclaimed. "Is he alright? What's going on?"
"He's fine," she answered. "He's awake now."
Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what happened?" he asked.
There was a pause at the other end of the line.
"I don't know," Hayley said slowly.
Jason frowned.
"What?" he said. "Doesn't he remember?"
"I'm not sure," she answered.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"It means he won't tell me what he remembers or if he actually remembers anything at all," she grumbled.
"Of course he won't," Jason muttered. "Don't worry. I'll just beat it out of him when I get there."
There was another pause.
"Actually," Hayley said hesitantly. "That's part of why I'm calling…Tommy—well, he doesn't want you to come right now."
"Oh no," Jason said, shaking his head. "I don't think so. He is not telling me I can't come up there after he does this."
"Jason, please," she said. "He's going to be fine, I promise. He just wants some space right now and if you come running in here it's just going to stress him out more. Stay home tonight and you can head this way tomorrow. Okay?"
"I don't think so," Jason said. "I'm not giving him a chance to bolt before he explains what happened. He's got to remember something."
"I know he does," Hayley said. "Whether he'll admit it or not—but he's not going to talk if you come storming in here. Please wait until tomorrow."
Jason sighed.
"Alright," he relented. "I'll wait. Let me know when you get him home, though."
"Yeah, whenever that will be," she muttered. "The doctors still have some more tests they want to run now that he's awake. It could be hours yet."
"Wait a minute," Jason said. "You mean he hasn't checked himself out yet?"
"No, he hasn't," she said. "He mentioned going home briefly right after he woke up, but then something changed. He's barely said a word since outside of insisting that no one come."
"Ok, something is definitely wrong with him," Jason frowned. "Tommy hates hospitals."
"I know!" Hayley said, sounding a little frustrated. "And that's the worst part right now. I know something happened, but he won't tell me what it is and it's driving me nuts. I just want to get him home and away from other people…"
"Then take him home," Jason said. "Find out what happened. You have what you need to take care of him."
"I think I will," she sighed. "And I'll feel better having him where I can keep an eye on him without anyone else trying to tell me how to take care of him."
"Great," he said, catching sight of Trini finally pulling into the parking lot. "Then get him home. But Hayley?"
"Yes?" she said.
"Promise me that you'll call if anything else happens," he said. "Anything at all."
"Jason, he's going to be just fine," she said.
"Maybe, but that's not all I'm worried about," he said. "You said yourself he's acting off, and that worries me."
"I can handle it," Hayley assured him.
"Hayley, I'm serious," he said firmly. "If anything weird starts happening or he starts acting completely out of character, call me. Tommy is my best friend and that's never going to change, but I've seen what can happen. If he starts acting erratically, I want you to go down to the lab and lock yourself in—completely shut it down—and then call me, no matter what time it is. I can be there as fast as I need to be."
"Jason—" Hayley tried protesting again.
"Promise me, Hayley," he insisted. "Promise me or I'll come up there tonight whether you want me to or not."
"Alright, I promise," she said reluctantly. "But you have to stay there until I tell you he's ready, ok? I don't want you pulling in my driveway before lunch tomorrow."
"Fair enough," Jason agreed. "Keep me updated."
Hanging up with Hayley, Jason turned to see Trini waiting outside her car.
"Let's go," she said. "I already spoke to my parents. They'll keep the kids an extra night or two. Goodness knows they've got enough clothes there to last…"
Jason started shaking his head.
"We're not going to the hospital," he said.
"He checked himself out again, didn't he?" she said in exasperation.
"Nope," he said. "Hasn't even tried."
Trini looked at him in surprise as they both climbed into the car.
"He hasn't?" she exclaimed. "Is he alright? He is awake, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he woke up," he sighed. "But Hayley said he's acting weird—well, weirder than normal. I promised we'd wait until tomorrow to come up."
Trini rolled her eyes.
"He said to stay away, didn't he?" she said.
"Yep," Jason nodded.
She shook her head.
"Does everyone else know yet?" she asked as they pulled away.
"No!" Jason exclaimed. "And we aren't telling anyone."
"Jason, they have a right to know," she said. "They're his friends, too."
"Yeah, but if we tell everyone, then someone is going to show up on his doorstep tonight and Hayley is going to kill me," he said. "The kids don't even know yet, Trini. Until Tommy is ready to talk, this is just between us and them. Alright?"
"Alright," she reluctantly agreed.
"Good," said Jason. "Now let's go home and pack."
"Hayley, you don't need to help me," Tommy sighed as she helped him into the house.
It was late now, and they were finally home from the hospital. After letting the doctors finish their basic exams, Hayley had announced she was taking him home. The doctors had clearly been reluctant to allow it, and had strongly recommended Tommy remain in the hospital at least overnight for coma watch, but Hayley had insisted that he go home with her.
"I know," she said shortly. "But I am your wife and I know what's best for you right now, so I'm helping you."
He sighed again, but didn't argue. Inside, Hayley closed the door and escorted him into the living room, making him sit down in a chair.
"Hayley, I'm fine," Tommy said quietly.
She pursed her lips, raising an eyebrow.
"Tommy, you are not acting like yourself," she said. "Now what happened? I know you remember something."
He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as she stood watching with her hands on her hips.
"Where's your phone?" he asked instead of answering her question.
Hayley frowned.
"In my pocket," she said. "Why?"
"Can I see it?" he asked, holding out a hand.
"Why?" she asked slowly, pulling it out of her pocket. "Are you going to call the kids?"
"Just let me see it," he repeated.
Still not entirely sure what he was doing, she handed him the phone. But he didn't try and call someone. Instead he popped the back off and took out the battery. Before Hayley could stop him, he threw the battery across the room and it disappeared from sight.
"Tommy!" Hayley exclaimed, whipping around to go after it. "What was that for?"
Putting the back on the phone again, he set it down on the arm of the chair.
"To make sure you can't call anyone," he said.
Hayley stopped for a moment, her mind immediately going to what Jason had said. She glanced over her shoulder, but he hadn't budged from the chair. Frowning, she went back to looking for her battery.
"Does that mean you're going to tell me what happened?" she asked.
"Well, part of it is still a little fuzzy…" he said slowly.
"Tommy, what happened?" Hayley said, straightening back up and moving to check the couch.
He sighed.
"I—I had a visitor," he said.
"There was no one here," Hayley said, shaking her head. "And the door was locked. They would have had to come in through the lab. So who was it?"
He hesitated again, running a hand through his hair.
"Tommy, who was it?" Hayley repeated, checking under the last couch cushion.
"It was Rita," he mumbled.
Hayley froze, dropping the cushion back into place as it slipped from her fingers.
"What?" she exclaimed, spinning to look at him. "But—how?"
"It was Rita," he said again. "And I don't know. She just appeared out of nowhere—took me completely by surprise..."
"What is this?" she cried. "Some kind of sick revenge? What did she want? What did she do to you?"
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "All she said was something about 'making it right'. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital with you…"
Hayley was shaking her head as she paced agitatedly back and forth.
"Made it right?" she scoffed. "As if she could ever make anything right after what she put you and the others through. How dare she break into our home and start spouting such nonsense! She had no right to be anywhere near you. Or practice magic! Didn't the rangers specifically tell her that if she started practicing magic again that they wouldn't let her go again? If she ever shows up here again, I swear I'll—"
"Hayley," Tommy interrupted, watching her in concern. "Please sit down."
"Why?" she snapped, stopping for a moment.
"Because," he said. "There—there's something else…"
"What?" she asked.
Tommy took a deep breath.
"I can't feel it anymore," he said. "The dark magic. I could always feel it before, even if I wasn't trying to. It's just always been there."
"I know," Hayley said. "We talked about that years ago. So why is it different now?"
"I don't know," he mumbled. "But it's gone—like if I tried to touch it I couldn't. Almost like it never existed."
"Don't you dare even try," Hayley said, stalking over to his chair. "Let's go."
She took his hand, tugging him out of the chair.
"Hayley, where are we going?" he asked. "Didn't you hear me? Rita did something to me—to my magic. I'm not safe to be around."
"We're going downstairs," she said, towing him after her toward the office. "And I don't care how long it takes—I'm finding out exactly what she did."
Glancing at the time again, Jason decided he'd waited long enough. It was afternoon and he still hadn't heard anything from Hayley about when to come to Reefside. Grabbing his phone, he tried calling her cell but it just went straight to voicemail.
"That's weird…" he muttered. "She nearly always has her phone on and charged. Did she forget to take a charger to the hospital?"
Sighing, he tried again with the same result. Giving up on her phone, he tried Tommy's. To his surprise, someone picked up after just a couple of rings.
"Hello?" Hayley said.
"Hayley?" said Jason. "What's going on? Did you get him home yet?"
"Oh my gosh! Jason!" she exclaimed. "I am so sorry… I completely forgot to call you…"
"So everything is alright?" he asked, relieved that she had simply forgotten. "When are you taking him home?"
"Umm… We're already there," she said sheepishly. "We got home late last night…"
He shook his head, walking into the next room as he continued talking with her.
"Great," he said. "Then Trini and I will be up there in a couple of hours. Need us to bring anything?"
"No," she said quickly. "You don't need to come."
Jason stopped in his tracks.
"What?" he said.
"Don't come," she repeated. "Tommy's home, he's resting—everything's fine."
"Hayley, I want to see him," Jason said, frowning. "He's my best friend and he was in the hospital for some mysterious reason. Did he ever tell you why?"
She didn't answer for a moment.
"Not exactly," she said. "But that doesn't matter right now. All you need to know is that he's fine and that you don't need to come over today—or for a while, actually. In fact, don't come visit until further notice."
"Hold on a minute," he said. "What are you talking about? Why can't I come visit?"
"Because—because you can't right now," Hayley responded. "That's why."
"Hayley, you're going to have to give me a better reason than that," Jason said. "'Because I can't' isn't going to cut it."
"Well, that's all you're getting right now," she countered.
"Then I'm coming up there anyways," he said.
"No you will not, Jason Scott," she snapped. "You may be his best friend, but I am his wife and if anyone has any say in what's best for him it's me. So if you come within ten miles of this house before you have my express permission I will—I—I don't know what I'll do yet, but you will not like the results."
Jason grimaced. Hayley did not make idle threats, even if the threat wasn't specified at the time it was issued.
"Fine," he reluctantly relented. "But at least let me talk to him."
"You can't do that either right now…" she said.
"Why now?" he asked shortly.
"Because he's sleeping," she muttered.
"Hayley, it's after noon!" Jason exclaimed. "Why is he still sleeping? He never sleeps this late."
"I may have kept him up most of the night," she admitted, stifling a yawn. "And I was sleeping until his phone started ringing…"
Jason sighed.
"Does keeping him up all night have anything to do with what happened?" Jason asked, hoping for a hint. "And why didn't you just answer your phone?"
"It might, but I'm not telling you anything," she retorted. "And I didn't answer mine because I can't find the battery…"
"What?" Jason frowned. "How did you lose the battery?"
"Because Tommy threw it somewhere last night to keep me from calling anyone," she grumbled. "And I was too tired to look for it earlier. I'll find it eventually."
"That doesn't seem like a good sign," Jason said slowly. "Hayley, if he's acting like that you really shouldn't be cutting off communications."
"Jason, I'm fine," she snapped. "I'm fine, Tommy's fine—we're both fine. We do not need your help right now, so stay home. I am not kidding when I say I will make you regret coming here right now."
"Alright, alright," he said reluctantly. "Just—please have Tommy call me when he wakes up. I just want to talk to him. Okay?"
"Fine," Hayley said shortly. "I'll have him call. So stay away."
He opened his mouth to answer, but the phone line went dead. Shaking his head, Jason went to go find Trini. He had to tell her they weren't going and she wasn't going to like it.