"Hey, there it is," Zach said, pointing just down the street. "The Rock Porium."

He and Aisha had just pulled into Briarwood a few minutes before on their way to try and talk to Mystic Force. She was in the passenger seat, now watching the shop intently as they pulled up. Finding a spot, Zach started to pull in to park the car.

"Alright, Zach," Aisha said, turning to look at him. "I want you to listen very carefully. You need to let me do the talking while we're here."

Zach frowned as he put the car in park and turned it off.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Why?"

Aisha sighed as they both climbed out.

"Well, because," she said slowly. "It's just that, well, in situations like this it's better if the person approaching doesn't seem as intimidating. And people are almost always more comfortable talking to a woman. It's just the way it is."

"Then why am I here again?" Zach asked as they headed down the sidewalk toward the shop.

"Because Rocky is overprotective idiot sometimes," she said, shaking her head. "He didn't want me walking into a potentially dangerous situation all by myself—even though he knows I can handle it."

Zach snorted.

"They wouldn't know what hit them if they tried," he muttered.

Aisha smiled, but still stopped him a short way from the door.

"The point is," she said. "We don't want to intimidate them. So I want you to wait outside while I go in and talk to them."

"And what am I supposed to do out here?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Watch," she answered. "And if things start to go downhill, come help me—but only if I need it. Ok?"

"But I can help," he said. "I am a businessman, remember? I know how to talk to people."

"In a business setting," Aisha said patiently. "They aren't business people. They're young and they're rangers. You need to handle them differently. Just wait out here and I'll handle it."

Zach started to protest again, and then decided it was pointless. Sighing, he nodded. Satisfied that he was going to wait outside, Aisha headed into the Rock Porium.

"My dancers listen to me," Zach muttered to himself, finding a spot to lean against the wall. "They're not business people."

In the Rock Porium, Aisha paused just inside the door, glancing around to get her bearings before she approached anyone. All five of the younger Mystic Force rangers were present. Vida was on the other side of the room, dancing and rocking out to the music she was playing. Chip, who had a broom in hand, was sweeping the floor as he danced around, laughing as Madison videotaped him dancing with the broom. Xander and Nick were at the counter talking and occasionally tossing a comment to one of their teammates. Focusing on them for the moment, Aisha took a deep breath and approached the counter. Both of the boys turned to look at her.

"Hello," she said, smiling at them.

"Hi," Xander said. "Can I help you with something?"

Glancing quickly between the two, Aisha nodded.

"Actually," she said. "I'm new to the area and was hoping the two of you could maybe answer some questions for me."

"What kind of questions?" Nick asked suspiciously, frowning.

Aisha shrugged.

"Oh, you know," she said. "Just some questions about things that have been going on around here."

"Like?" Xander said slowly, sounding guarded.

"Well, like the power rangers," Aisha said. "What do you know about them? I mean, they are kind of hard to miss."

Nick and Xander exchanged looks, not entirely sure what to say.

"It's ok," she reassured them. "I'm just wondering what you know about them. There has to be something you can tell me."

Nick took a deep breath.

"Listen," he said. "I don't know who you are, but—"

"My name is Aisha," she said quickly. "Like I said, I'm new to the area and just want to know what I'm getting myself into here. Someone said if I wanted to know anything about the rangers this was a good place to start."

They were both frowning now.

"So you're just taking the word of a random stranger off the street?" Xander said. "Sorry to tell you, but you're barking up the wrong tree. We can't help you."

Madison, who had turned from filming Vida and Chip to see what Xander and Nick were doing, put down the camera as she watched. Seeing Nick and Xander tense and gathering that the conversation with the customer wasn't going well, she caught Chip and Vida's attention and gestured toward the counter. They all started making their way over to join their teammates.

"Please?" Aisha said, catching the other three coming out of the corner of her eye. "There has to be something you can tell me. I mean, is it just your rangers around here? Or have you seen other rangers, too?"

"I'm sorry, but we can't help you," Nick said stiffly, shaking his head. "If you want to know something about the power rangers, check the newspaper. They've printed lots of stories."

Aisha took a deep breath as she looked around at the full team, all of them now eying her suspiciously. This was not going the way she had hoped it would. Behind her the door opened. Shooting a quick glance over her shoulder, she was surprised to see Zach wandering in.

"Hey," Zach said to the Mystic Force rangers, not acknowledging Aisha. "Got any Bon Jovi?"

They all looked at him in surprise.

"Umm… yeah," Vida said. "Over there."

She pointed toward one of the shelves.

"Great. Thanks!" Zach grinned, heading that way.

"Now," Nick said, scowling as he turned back to Aisha. "Unless you have something you want to ask us about here in the shop, we're done."

"But—" she started to protest as the five turned to walk away.

"We're done," Nick repeated firmly.

Sighing, Aisha glanced around for Zach. He was studying the shelf he was at intently. A couple of the young rangers headed in his direction.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Vida asked, stopping next to him.

"I think so," he said, pulling out a CD to look at. "But I haven't decided yet."

She smiled.

"Alright," she said. "Just let us know if we can help you."

He nodded, glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Sure thing," he said.

Zach paused, frowning as he looked at them.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, turning to look at the group.

The other four, who had been heading back to work as far away from Aisha as they could get, stopped with Vida when they heard Zach's question. Vida glanced at her teammates and sighed before looking back at him.

"I don't think so," she said. "You do look kind of familiar, too, but I don't know who you are."

"Ok," Zach shrugged, turning back to the CD shelf. "Figured I'd ask instead of sitting here thinking I'm crazy."

Laughing, the kids started to scatter again, but didn't go far.

"Question," said Zach, turning around again.

They looked at him expectantly.

"What can we help you with?" Xander asked.

"Ok, first of all, do you have any Guns and Roses?" Zach asked. "And second—this is the city where the Power Rangers were, right? I'm not making that up, am I?"

"Over there," Vida said, pointing down a shelf. "And no, you're not crazy. Why do you ask?"

They were eying him hesitantly now and Nick glanced back at Aisha. She was still in the shop, trying to browse without drawing attention to herself as there was no point in going outside without Zach. The younger rangers may not have known it, but he had the car keys.

"Because the Power Rangers are awesome," Zach grinned, looking at them again. "I grew up in Angel Grove and there were rangers all the time. I may or may not have a slight obsession with them."

Aisha, who had been reaching to pick up a CD to look at, nearly choked at Zach's statement, quickly turning it into a cough. But Zach just ignored her, continuing to ramble about the power rangers.

"Have you ever seen them running around?" he asked eagerly. "I mean, I know they had that big fight and the news kind of died down, but they didn't really leave did they? They have to be here somewhere."

"Not really," Madison said slowly, relaxing just a little with Zach's rambling. "I guess they're just not needed as much now that the monsters have stopped coming."

Zach snorted.

"People are always going to need power rangers," he said confidently. "You'll see, they'll pop up again eventually. It just kind of happens. Do you have this in vinyl?"

He held up a CD. For a moment they just stared at it, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject. Then Vida shook herself, frowning as she looked at the CD.

"I don't know," she said. "We'd have to check. Give me a second."

She darted off to look, leaving the other four with Zach.

"So do you guys have a favorite?" he asked, studying the remaining four. "Personally, I've always been partial to the black rangers. I mean, the reds are great and all but they always seem to be getting hurt and they have to be responsible for everyone else, the blues are too smart for me, and the pinks are constantly getting kidnapped like damsels in distress."

In the corner, Aisha snorted. Xander and Chip were snickering, too, as they looked at their teammates. Vida, who had come back just in time to hear the pink comment, was not thrilled by it.

"We don't have that one," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was insulted by Zach's comment. "But we can order it for you if you'd like."

"Sure, that would be great," he grinned. "Guess you didn't like my comment about pink rangers? I guess I don't really have to ask which ones the four of you like."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Nick asked suspiciously.

"Oh, come on," Zach said. "It's obvious to anyone who's a power rangers fan. You're wearing your favorite colors. That hair color is kind of a giveaway."

He was looking pointedly at Vida and her bright pink hair. She blushed, slightly embarrassed to be called out on it by someone she thought was a stranger.

"Guess you got us there," Chip said quickly, trying to throw Zach off more. "We're big fans, too. My favorite is the yellow ranger."

Zach snorted.

"Can't agree with you there, kid," he said. "Yellows are just targets. And pinks aren't much better. I mean, look at them. They're running around in bright, neon colors that say 'Here I am! Hit me!' and then wonder why they can never sneak past the bad guys. Red isn't quite as bad, but they don't have a whole lot of places they can hide unnoticed. And at least the green rangers can hide in a bush or something similar—like a cart of watermelons."

Xander nodded in approval, though he seemed a little confused by the watermelon comment. In the far corner, Aisha rolled her eyes. She'd been glaring at Zach since the target comment and the only thing keeping her from saying anything was the fact that the kids seemed to actually be talking to him.

"And that's why the black rangers are the best," Zach continued. "No neon colors means they can blend in just about anywhere."

"The yellow ranger isn't that bad," Chip protested.

"Never said they were bad rangers," Zach said. "Just obvious ones. Oh! Have to get this one."

He added another CD to the small collection in his hands, moving on down the shelf as he continued to browse.

"This is a really nice shop," he mused. "I'll have to come back here more often. Guess it was a good thing my car broke down here in—wait, what is this town called again?"

He turned back to the younger rangers, looking at them expectantly.

"Briarwood," Madison answered quickly.

"Right, Briarwood," Zach repeated, studying them intently again. "Are you sure I don't know you? You look so familiar. Were you in the newspaper recently?"

Nick shook his head.

"I don't think so," he said. "I'm sure you're thinking of someone else."

"No, it's gotta be you five," Zach said slowly. "Oh! I know!"

They tensed, waiting for the accusation they were sure was coming.

"You guys made the Guinness Book of World Records, didn't you?" Zach asked. "You made the world's largest cookie?"

The five young rangers stared at Zach in shock, momentarily speechless by just how off his guess actually was.

"No, that wasn't us," Xander finally said, shaking his head. "I think you're confusing us with someone else."

"Oh, come on," Zach said. "You don't have to hide it from me. I know you've probably had your fill of questions and cameras for a while, but I just want to know where on earth you found a big enough pan for that cookie. It was huge!"

"That wasn't us," Madison said. "That didn't even happen in this state…"

Zach frowned.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because I could have sworn it was here."

"She's sure," Nick said firmly. "Wasn't here, wasn't us. The only thing this city has is the rangers."

"Alright," Zach sighed. "I believe you… But there's just something about you, I know I recognize you from somewhere."

He frowned, going back to the CD's as he continued thinking out loud.

"Did your high school win some kind of competition?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. "In sports or something like that?"

They all snorted, shaking their heads.

"We're not in high school," Nick said.

"Oh, well, guess that one is out," Zach muttered. "Was it some kind of disease? Is one of you horribly sick or dying?"

"No!" Madison exclaimed, horrified by the suggestion. "Of course not."

Zach turned back around again.

"Then you've gotta give me something," he said. "Cause it's going to drive me nuts if I can't figure out how I know you. You're not criminals, are you?"

"We're not criminals," Chip burst out. "We're the power rangers."

The rest of his team froze in shock, as did Chip once he realized what he'd said. Zach raised an eyebrow.

"Sure you are, kid," he said sarcastically. "And so am I."

They frowned, but Zach just started laughing.

"Aren't you a little young to be rangers?" he said in pretend disbelief. "They saved the whole city—you five are just kids."

"We're not just kids," Vida said fiercely. "We are the Power Rangers whether you choose to believe us or not."

Zach didn't say anything for a moment, studying the young rangers facing him. Each of them was glaring at him now as if daring to argue with their confession, unintentional as it was.

"Alright, I believe you," he said slowly. "So you five are the power rangers."

"Yeah, we are," Nick said, shooting a glare at Chip.

Chip ducked his head sheepishly.

"Don't be too mad at him," Zach said. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"We've heard that before," Xander muttered, falling silent when Nick turned his glare on him.

"I won't, really," Zach reassured them. "Besides, no one usually believes me about this kind of stuff anyways. They don't take me seriously most of the time."

They still didn't look like that believed him, but he didn't press the issue.

"So, what's it like being a power ranger?" he asked eagerly. "Have you gotten to meet any of the other rangers yet?"

"It's great," Chip grinned. "And no… not yet…"

"Why not?" Zach asked, frowning. "I mean, ranger teams team up all the time. Like when the lightsaber team worked with—hmm… time hoppers? Future force?"

"It's Lightspeed Rescue," Chip corrected. "And Time Force."

"Right!" Zach grinned. "Like them. That never happened with you?"

"Nope," said Xander. "Never got the chance."

"So you're telling me you've never met any of the other rangers?" Zach said in surprise.

"None of them," Vida said ruefully. "Guess they didn't think we needed their help."

"That's because we didn't," Nick growled. "We were just fine on our own."

"Uh huh," Zach said, not bothering to argue. "But don't you even want to meet any of the others."

"Well, we do," Madison said slowly. "It's just—well, it's complicated."

Zach raised an eyebrow.

"What's so complicated about it?" he asked, glancing at his watch. "Why don't you just call them?"

"We can't," Vida said. "We don't know who they are."

"Oh, come on," Zach said, starting to wander back toward the front of the store. "You have to know who they are. They're rangers, too. Don't you guys have some kind of, I don't know, database where you can look each other up or something? Or a hotline? A hotline would be cool."

"We really don't know who any of them are," Chip said sadly. "Except the Space Rangers, and they aren't exactly easy to get a hold of."

"But then how do you guys call for help if you need it?" Zach frowned, walking over to the register counter.

The Mystic Force rangers followed, Vida moving around to ring up Zach's purchases.

"Like what if one of the bad evil rangers came back?" he pressed. "Those guys are always so much harder to get rid of then monsters."

All five of them visibly flinched, but Zach pretended not to have noticed as he dug his wallet out.

"We deal with it ourselves," Nick said shortly.

"But we are trying to get in touch with the others," Chip said quickly, trying to change the subject. "We just haven't heard anything solid yet."

Zach nodded.

"Fair enough," he said, handing Vida the money to pay for his CDs. "Guess it must be hard when you don't know identities."

They nodded.

"Anyways," he said, looking at Vida. "You can order that vinyl for me, right?"

"Of course," she said. "Just let me get your name and number and we'll call you when it comes in."

"Sure," Zach said.

He pulled out a business card from his wallet and handed it over.

"Here," he said. "That should have everything you need on it."

Madison, who had just finished tucking his CDs in a bag, handed it to Zach. Behind him, Aisha had just slipped silently out the door while they were preoccupied with him.

"Great," Vida said, making a note on the back of it. "We'll give you a call, then."

"Thanks," he grinned. "I'll see you then. It was nice chatting with you. And I promise, your secret is safe with me."

Turning, he headed out the door, leaving the five rangers at the counter.

"Who was that guy?" Xander asked after the door closed.

Vida shrugged, flipping the card over.

"Zachary Taylor," she read. "Guys, he's a choreographer for a big record label."

Her teammates all looked at her in surprise, crowding closer to see the business card.

"You're right, sis," Madison said. "So what was he doing here?"

"Well, he did say his car broke down," Chip pointed out. "Probably just passing through."

"Well, whoever he is, he's gone now," Nick said. "So let's get back to work and hope he keeps his promise not to tell everyone."

Chip's face turned red again as they got back to work.

Outside, Zach and Aisha quickly got back in the car and pulled away, not wanting to risk the kids seeing them together.

"Zach, that was brilliant," Aisha said once they were a ways down the street. "How did you manage that?"

He grinned, glancing over at her.

"I told you," he said. "I know how to talk to people and keep them off guard—it's a talent."

She rolled her eyes. Then something occurred to her and she reached over and smacked his arm.

"Ow!" Zach exclaimed. "What was that for? Didn't anyone ever teach you not to hit the driver?"

"Yellows are targets?" she snapped, crossing her arms.

"Oh, that," Zach said. "Well, it's true."

Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"Well fine," she said. "Then you won't mind me telling Trini and Tanya."

She pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the keyboard as Zach's eyes widened.

"Oh, come on, Aisha," he begged. "I only said it to keep them off guard. I wasn't serious."

"Too late," she said, smirking. "Message sent. Oh, I also sent it to Ashley, Kelsey, Taylor…"

Zach groaned as she trailed off.

"Did you really have to send it to all of them?" he muttered. "Because if you went that far I'm sure you told Dustin and Kira, too…"

"Well of course," Aisha said smugly. "I wouldn't want to leave any of the yellows in the dark. And of course I had to text the pinks, too, about the whole damsel in distress thing."

"I'm dead," he mumbled. "The yellows are going to kill me—and then the pinks will get a turn… I am a dead man."

Aisha's phone started beeping as responses to her text started coming in. Zach groaned again.

"Yes," she said, laughing as she started reading the messages. "Yes you are."