The next day was Sunday, so once again, there were no odd jobs to be done. Which was just as well. The Rangers were not feeling well at all. Trip because of his lack of sleep, and the others due to a massive hangover.

"What happened last night?" Katie asked.

"The last thing I remember was Trip leaving." Lucas said.

"That's always a memorable occurrence. 'Cause when Trip's disposed, Circuit's exposed." Wes said.

"Look, as much as I would like to blow up that robotic reject from the local freaks'r'us stores, Trip would be heartbroken." Jen said, as if Trip wasn't standing right there.

Trip sighed. "You spent the night partying and playing Crazy Scrabbattleopolyship Eights and drinking beer."

"But I don't drink." Jen said.

"You just don't remember, 'cause when you're drinking, you get drunk and you can't remember anything." Wes said. "Heck, the last thing I remember was destroying Circuit."

"WHAT??!" Trip shrieked in anguish. "YOU DIDN'T!"

"No, I didn't, but I love freaking you out."

"Leave Trip alone, Wes, or I'll tell everyone what you ordered from that female health catalog." Katie threatened.

Wes sighed like a punctured whoopee cushion in a fish tank.

"What did he order?" Jen asked.

"Come on, Wes, tell us." Lucas prompted.

"Wes is chicken, he won't do it." Katie jeered.

"Yeah, come on Wes. Do it." Jen taunted.

Then the clock tower erupted into cries of, "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"I will." Wes growled.

"Do it!" They chanted one more time.

"I WILL!!" Wes shouted.

Trip hurried out of the kitchen. He really didn't want to know, and besides, it was time for him to start getting ready for his date with Christi. After he showered and was getting dressed, he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in." He called.

It was Wes, who was still considerably hung over.

"Hey, Trip." Said Wes. "Just wanted to remind you not to FUCK UP YOUR DATE SO CHRISTI HATES YOUR FUCKING GUTS!"

Trip muhed. "Thanks, Wes! Why don't you go destroy Circuit, or something else I hold dear?!"

Wes looked somewhat concerned. He put a hand on Trip's shoulder.

"Trip." Wes said gently. Then he tore his hand off of Trip's shoulder and gave him The Finger. (With BOTH hands, folks!)

"FUCK YOU!" Wes left laughing hysterically.

Trip partially blamed Wes's behavior on his alcohol consumption. But that wasn't his main concern. What if he really did tank this date? The last date had gone amazingly well, after all, and Christi probably expected him to top that. The whole thing left Trip in a daze. He knew it was time to leave for his date, and if he didn't leave right now, he would risk being late, and Christi would potentially be mad. On the other hand, he was so terrified he didn't know if he could bring himself to go through with it.

Just then he heard a knock at the door. Trip had a good guess of who it might be.

"What now, Wes? You want to show me the burnt remains of my pride and joy, the pinnacle of my triumph, the product of my toil, a.k.a. CIRCUIT?!"

"Trip, it's me." Trip recognized that voice.

"Oh, sorry Katie. I thought you were Wes." Trip opened the door and faced Katie,

"Trip, you have to go now!" Katie urged.

Trip sighed. "What if I tank it? I don't know if I can go through with it anymore."

Katie stroked his cheek. "Trip, Christi wouldn't have asked you out if she didn't really like you. She just wants to spend time with you. You don't have to preform. Just enjoy being with Christi."

Trip was awed. "Wow, thanks Katie." That was the best advice she'd ever given him. He stepped closer and hugged her tightly. Then Wes showed up again. Trip and Katie got out of the bathroom just before Wes got in.

"All, rigggggghhhhhhht. That's what I'm talking about." Wes said. It was common knowledge that when Wes was in the bathroom, he thought nobody could hear him. As a result, one of the favorite pastimes of the Rangers was listening to Wes ramble when he was on the toilet.

"Hey guys, Wes is on the toilet." Katie called. Jen and Lucas ran over to her.

"All right. Did we miss anything?" Lucas asked.

Trip got out of there as fast as he could. Once again, he really didn't want to know. And besides, it was time for him to leave for his date.

"'Bye, guys." Trip called. No one even noticed.

The walk over seemed to take forever. Trip was beginning to think he'd never get there. He couldn't wait to see Christi again. Then it occurred to him that Ransik had been quiet for a while now. He really hoped that there wouldn't be a mutant attack when he was in the middle of a date. How was he supposed to explain it to Christi if he suddenly had to leave? Suddenly he realized he was at the cafe where he was supposed to meet Christi. He saw where she was seated, about twenty feet away. He ran to her.

"Hi, Christi!" Trip said excitedly.

"Hey, Trip." Christi said. She gave him a warm smile.

The two of them talked for about half an hour. Their food was taking forever to arrive, but they didn't mind. They were really enjoying each other. Christi was in the middle of telling Trip something when suddenly her voice trailed off. She seemed to be staring at something.

"Christi? What is it?" Trip asked.

Christi jumped. "Oh, nothing, it's just. . . That bracelet." She pointed at his morpher. "Where did you get it?"

"I, um . . ." Trip stammered. Right on cue, his morpher beeped.

"Oh no! Not now." Trip muttered. "Christi, I have to go, but I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay. Go." She said. "I'll wait here."

"Thank you." He called over his shoulder.

Trip arrived at the scene where the mutant was attacking. The other four Rangers were already there.

"Freeze, Concertacon!" Jen commanded. "We're Time Force, and we're taking you in."

"I don't think so, Rangers!" Concertacon declared. The Rangers ran to him and struck him with their Chrono Sabers. Concertacon molecularized, and their Sabers went right through him.

"Our Sabers are going right through him!" Wes noted.

"Now it's my turn!" Concertacon declared. He whipped them with his long, bladed tail, and the Rangers' suits shot sparks. The Rangers were down, and the situation seemed hopeless. Suddenly, a swish of black came over Concertacon, and he shot sparks and fell to the ground.

"What was that?" He demanded.

It was the Black Ranger. "Freeze, Concertacon! I'm taking you in."

Concertacon got up. "You may have won this battle, Rangers, but I'll be back!" And with that, Concertacon was gone.

The Black Ranger helped the other Rangers up. "Are you guys okay?" The Black Ranger asked.

"Yeah, thanks." Trip responded.

"We will meet again, Rangers." The Black Ranger called, then ran off.

"Wait! Come back!" Trip called after the Black Ranger.

The Rangers powered down. Trip looked at his watch. "Oh no! I have to go meet Christi! 'Bye, guys!" The other Rangers didn't respond.

When Trip returned to the cafe, he was surprised to see that Christi wasn't there. He was sure she'd gotten sick of waiting for him, and left. Trip decided to leave. There was no point in just hanging around. Just as he was getting up, Christi came back.

"Sorry I'm late." Christi said.

"Where were you? I thought you were just going to wait for me here." Trip said.

At that moment, their food arrived, giving Christi an excuse to not respond. Trip let it go and decided to just enjoy her company. Together they had a wonderful afternoon, and when they returned to Christi's house, and it was over, they just looked longingly at each other, not wanting to state the obvious.

"Trip, do you want to have coffee with me tomorrow?" Christi asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes!" Trip said excitedly.

"Thank you for everything, Trip." Christi said sweetly. She hugged him. He held onto her tightly, not wanting to let go. But eventually, he had to.

"Goodbye, Christi." Trip said longingly.

"Goodbye." Christi whispered back. She sighed and went into her house. Trip headed for home.

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When he came back to the clock tower, the other Rangers were just sitting around at the table.

"We need something to do." Said Katie.

"Yeah, like a sporting event, something that someone would pay good money to see." Lucas agreed.

"Hey, let's see if Wes can drink a whole gallon of milk." Jen suggested.

"Of course I can." Wes sneered.

"Okay, here you go." Out of nowhere, Jen got a gallon of whole milk and set it in front of Wes.

"Okay, on my go." Said Katie. "Go!"

Wes gulped the milk, encouraged by the erupting shouts of "Chug, Chug, Chug, Chug, Chug!"

Wes did it, but he got really sick afterword. After they finished cleaning up all the vomit, Katie noticed Trip was just sitting on the couch all by himself. She went over to him.

"Hey, Trip, what's up?" She asked.

Trip sighed. "It's Christi. There's something strange about her."

"What do you mean?" Katie asked.

"When I was with her today, we were talking and then out of nowhere she started staring at my morpher. Then she asked me where I got it. It was so weird, almost as if she knew what it was."

"Did you. . .?" Katie asked.

"No, I didn't tell her anything. Should we tell Jen?"

"No. I don't think that's nessesary. Just keep you eyes open."

"Thanks, Katie. I'm going to go check the DNA scan now."

"Okay. Later, Trip."

Trip went upstairs to the computer. The scan had made some considerable progress. It was seventy percent complete, and the DNA configuration had confirmed that the Black Ranger was female. That came as a surprise to Trip. He had assumed that the mysterious Black Ranger was male. He found it attractive, in a way. What would Christi think if she knew he thought that about the Black Ranger? He was definatly more interested in her than any Black Ranger. Still, there was no denying that there was something special about the Black Ranger.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. After dinner, the other Rangers watched Gore Sport. Trip went to bed. He dreamed about Christi, and all the fun they'd had over the past two days.