THE NEXT DAY. . .
The next day there were no odd jobs to be done, as it was a three day weekend. The Rangers awoke to the soothing sounds of Lucas giving Wes the beating of his life.
"YOU PISSED IN MY HAIR GEL, YOU FUCKING WEASEL!" Lucas screamed.
"I had to go real bad!" Wes whined.
"LUCAS!" Jen thundered. "DO NOT KILL WES! HIS NAME'S ON THE LEASE!"
"Sorry, Jen." Lucas threw Wes to the ground. "You're a waste of my good beating anyway."
Trip was on his way to the bathroom, when suddenly, he had a vision. He saw the Black Ranger fighting Concertacon, then she got blasted, fell to the ground and demorphed. When his vision passed, he once more became aware of his surroundings. Trip was disturbed by what he'd seen, and wondered if he should tell Jen about his vision. He decided he could do it later. For now, he had to get ready to meet Christi for coffee. He was supposed to be there in one hour. Trip quickly showered, got dressed, and came downstairs to breakfast. Unfortunately, Trip had forgotten that last night Jen had told him, Katie and Lucas that Wes was going through a Mountain Man phase, and that he wanted to kill something for breakfast the next day. As a result, he was surprised to find that breakfast consisted of potatoes stir-fried with some helpless rodent.
"I'm going to go early to meet Christi." He told everyone.
"Lucky!" Lucas mouthed at him.
Wes scoffed. "Whatever, Trip. While you're sipping a latte, I will be enjoying the spoils of my soils!"
"Ooookay. 'Bye, guys." Trip called.
"Yeah, you better keep walking!" Wes yelled after him.
Trip was very disturbed on the walk over to his date with Christi. He kept thinking about his vision about the Black Ranger, how he saw her fall out of morph. He hadn't seen her face, but she'd seemed so familiar, it made him wondered where he'd seen her before. The whole thing gave him a very eerie feeling. When he finally he made it to the coffee shack where he'd arranged to meet Christi, he was comforted by the sight of Christi's smiling face. He returned her smile, and went over to her.
"Hi, Christi." Trip said.
"Hey, Trip." Christi said. She seemed distant, and he sensed that something was wrong.
"Christi, What is it?" Trip asked. He wanted to make sure she was all right.
Christi sighed. "Trip, there's something I have to tell you." she said.
"Go ahead," he said encouragingly. But before Christi could say anything, Trip's morpher beeped. "Not now . . . " he muttered to himself. "Christi, I have to go."
"But Trip, I have to tell you. . ." Christi started. Trip cut her off.
"I'm sorry, if it was any time other than now. . . I just- I have to go." And with that, Trip was off.
He ran to the scene of Concertacon's attack. The other Rangers were there, unmorphed.
"Didn't you learn anything from your last beating, Concertacon?" Wes asked.
"I learned that you pathetic Rangers are nothing without the Black one." Concertacon taunted.
Lucas said, "We'll see who's pathetic!"
"Ha! I'd like to see you try!
"Our pleasure," Wes said.
"You guys ready?" Jen asked.
"Ready." The other Rangers confirmed. "Time for, Time Force!"
In a flash of multicolored light the five of them were transformed into the Power Rangers. Concertacon summoned a horde of Cyclobots.
"Cyclobots, attack!" He ordered. The Cyclobots were no match for the Rangers, and in no time, the Cyclobots were defeated.
"All, right, Concertacon, we're taking you in." Jen announced.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Concertacon whipped at the Rangers with his bladed tail. His tail was sheared off in midair by a pair of black Chrono Sabers.
"It's the Black Ranger!" Trip cried.
The Black Ranger stood before Concertacon. "Hold it right there, Concertacon!" she called. "Time Force! You're under arrest."
"You'll pay for that, Ranger!" Concertacon blasted the Black Ranger, and she shot sparks and fell to the ground. Concertacon turned on her and faced the other Rangers. He didn't see her get up.
"I'll get him! Chrono Blaster!" Trip called. He aimed at the mutant.
"Give it your best shot, Ranger!" Concertacon taunted.
The Black Ranger ran toward Concertacon, poised to attack him from the rear. She never even got close.
"Fire!" Trip called.
Just as Trip's shot headed toward Concertacon, Concertacon molelcularized and the blast hit the Black Ranger, who was standing behind Concertacon. The Black Ranger screamed as she was blasted into the air, then fell to the ground and painfully demorphed.
"No!" Trip cried.
"Later, Rangers!" Concertacon said, and with that, he ran away.
The other Rangers powered down and went over to the form of the fallen Black Ranger. Trip rolled her over gently, and for the first time, they saw the Black Ranger's face. Her face was cut and burned, but still recognizable. Trip was the only one who knew who the face belonged to. It was Christi. She was the Black Power Ranger.
"No . . ." Trip said, in faint disbelief. "No . . . Christi!" he screamed in horror. "How could I have done this to you?!" Tears steramed down Trip's face as he reverently scooped up Christi's body and carried her back toward the clock tower. The other Rangers followed, in stony silence.