"Are you positive it was her?" Ransik glared at the three of them right in the eyes, wanting to make sure his estranged daughter was in fact the one who had prevented them from killing the pink and quantum rangers.

"I have no doubt that it was your daughter Nadira who we encountered," Takach leered. "I take it this comes to a surprise to you?"

"Yes, it does. I was hoping she had been killed in one of the attacks, but this is by far worse. My daughter is allied with the enemy." Ransik clenched his fists tightly together, frustrated with the situation; the last time he saw his daughter was shortly after the red ranger had used the Q-Rex to destroy Doomtron, while sacrificing his life in the process, taking out both Frax and a number of cyclobots. After she had showed pity for the death of Frax she had taken off, not to be seen or heard from until…

"Then she is one of them," announced Rofang. "She must die along with the humans!"

Quicker than light Ransik moved fast and gripped his hand around Rofang's neck, squeezing it tightly, as he lifted the org above the ground. He growled into the org's monstrous face. "No one lays a finger on my daughter but me. I will handle her, is that understood?" Ransik eyed Takach and Kired, waiting for them to acknowledge what he had said.

"You have my word, no one but you will handle your daughter," said Takach.

"Good!" Ransik released Rofang, who gasped for a breath of air. "Because if any one of you does so much as to touch a hair on her, I will kill you all on the spot." And he meant it, his daughter might be on the humans' side now, but that still didn't change the fact that she was his daughter, now and forever.

"But keep in mind, Ransik, that though she is your daughter, she is with them and against you…" Kired knew that when the final battle began, Ransik would have to make a choice as to where his daughter stood.

"I will do what I have to, to win…" answered Ransik.

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It was late morning when Alex and the others arrived in Mr. Collins' Bio-Lab building, a very different building from the one he had seen in Silver Hills. The others followed close behind him, unsure of why they were here.

"Alex, what are we doing here? You know we shouldn't interact with anyone from this time,' announced Lucas, as they walked down the hall and were receiving curious and odd looks, which he had guessed was because of their clothes. To the people of this time they looked as though they just came from a Star Trek convention or some other space type fandom of this time period.

While Alex knew that was part of the strange glances from several of the Silver Guardian and business people, he knew there was another reason, an even bigger reason, why everyone seemed to stop to take a second glance at them. It was because he shared the face of someone they all had known. "Don't worry. There's something they have here that I am going to need." Not another word was spoken until they came to a stop at Mr. Collins' office.

Alex knew this would be very difficult for Mr. Collins, more than he could ever imagine. He turned to the others, giving them each firm looks. "I do the talking here, is that understood?" They all nodded their heads in agreement, mainly because they weren't even sure why they were here. What could Bio-Lab possibly have that they were going to need?

With a deep breath, Alex knocked on the door. A few seconds passed. "Come on in."

Here goes nothing. Alex opened the door and he and the others stepped in. He waited for Mr. Collins to look up, waiting for the emotions of shock, confusion and happiness to sink in. And all the while knowing he would shatter those emotions with the truth.

"Wesley….." Mr. Collins got up to his feet and ran to the man who so resembled his dead son. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, as tears ran down his cheeks. "Oh Wesley, I thought I lost you." He pulled away slightly, and looked into Alex's eyes.

With a heavy heart, Alex sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Collins, but I am not your son."

"What? Wh-what do you mean, of course you're Wesley; you look just like him." He glared at the others: Katie, Lucas and Trip, three of the four rangers he had seen his son with on several occasions. "And you three are the other rangers."

This was going to be harder than he had thought, but he needed to convince Mr. Collins that he wasn't Wes. "My name is Alex Drake. I, like them, came from the future." He watched as Mr. Collins pulled away with a look as if someone had just stabbed the heart in his chest, a hundred times over. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Collins, more than you'll ever know."

It was like being told Wes was dead all over again, but he had already half known that this man wasn't his son, from the moment he had walked into the room. The different hair color, the older look in his eyes, and the seriousness in his face. He just so badly wanted to believe that Alex was Wes and not accept the truth that his only child was dead.

Katie, Lucas and Trip watched with great grief as Mr. Collins sank back down onto his chair, and grabbed a picture frame and stared at it for a long moment, longing for this nightmare to be over, for Wes to be alive, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Wes would not be coming back.

Curious to learn about the man who Alex had said they once called friend, Katie approached Mr. Collins, giving him a faint smile. "Could I see that?" Mr. Collins handed her the picture frame.

Katie stared at it for a long while, staring into Wes's face, trying so hard to remember, but no memories came. Lucas and Trip had come up behind her and they too tried with all their might to remember the friend who had given his life for them, had given everything up for them, but this was a man they no longer remembered.

"I can't remember him," sighed Katie, she wanted nothing more than to remember, but no matter how hard she tried she could not unlock the memories that Time Force had hidden away.

"Me neither," answered Lucas, feeling just as down as Katie.

Even Trip, with his way to see pieces of the future, could not recall the man in the picture who they all so dearly wished they could remember. "Me too."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Collins stared at the three, confused. What were they talking about? It was as if they were three completely different people than the ones he remembered.

Alex took the picture frame away from the three and gave them a stern look before returning the picture back to Mr. Collins. "I know this has been a difficult time for you, but the future, this world, is in danger." His face became very serious, as he spoke very directly to Mr. Collins. "We came here for the red morpher."

"The red morpher." Mr. Collins sighed heavily. "I am sorry, but the red ranger morpher was destroyed. Not even my best scientists could repair it." He got up and opened his safe, and pulled out the morpher. "But it is yours if you still want it. I have no use for it." He placed the blood-stained morpher into Alex's hands.

"Thank you." Alex stared down at the morpher, the morpher Wes had fought so bravely with. Though it had been his in the first place, never had he felt so honored to hold it now. Wes had shown him there was more to being a ranger than always getting the job done. "Trip!"

"Yes."

He handed Trip the morpher. "See what you can do about getting this morpher up and running." Trip nodded his head and left the office room, knowing he was going to need the tools that were in the time ship to repair the morpher.

"Do you really think Trip will be able to repair it? It looked pretty banged up," exclaimed Lucas. He knew Trip was good, but even Trip couldn't fix everything.

"Let's hope so, because I have a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get. And speaking of help….." Alex once again approached Mr. Collins, knowing he and the others were overstaying their welcome, but with everyone's futures on the line he needed answers, answers only Mr. Collins could provide. "I need to know where Eric Myers is, the quantum ranger. It is vital we have his aid."

"I'm sorry, but Eric isn't here right now. He's been in contact with the Wild Force rangers and I assume is with them. I haven't had any contact with him in over a day," answered Mr. Collins. The last he and Eric had spoken was shortly after he had left the house with the Wild Force rangers and gone with them to their base of operations.

"Wild Force rangers?" Katie turned to Lucas, who just shrugged his shoulders. She had read about Wild Force, during her childhood. "But I thought they were only a myth."

"Not everything that's said to be a myth, is a myth," announced Alex. Though in his time many believed the Wild Force rangers to be only a myth, that was for a number of reasons. There was no real evidence they ever existed, only a short documentary tape made up by Tommy Oliver, legendary ranger, who talked of many rangers up until his death. Even of four rangers who had come from a far off future, but very few knew that this documentary tape even existed. "Do you know any of the Wild Force rangers' names, so that we may locate them?"

"No…" Mr. Collins bowed his head. He hadn't really met any of them. Only seen them from a distance - and then it came to him. "But wait, Eric, he pulled one of them over and issued them a ticket. I should be able to pull up the report, it was just a few days ago."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. I don't want my son's death to be in vain."

Alex gulped in heavily as he sighed and gave a faint smile to Mr. Collins. "It won't be."

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"She was here, there appeared to be some kind of struggle," announced Merrick as he closely examined the area where, nights before, Jen had had a run-in with Ransik. They could even see a splatter of blood against the wall, which deeply concerned Eric that Ransik had already finished her off and they were too late.

"Do you know if she is okay?"

Merrick continued to study his surroundings, picking up on whatever he could. He closed his eyes, almost envisioning what might have gone on here. "There was someone else here, a man. I think he is the one who took Jen." He turned to Eric. "Not Ransik."

"The question is, is this new guy on our side?"

"Sorry, but you'll need Cole for that one." Though he was good at tracking people and things down, he wasn't so good with telling good from evil, perhaps it was because once he had been cursed by evil and could no longer recognize friend from foe. It was part of the reason why he and the other rangers never seemed to spend any time with each other unless it concerned an org.

"So any idea which direction they headed in?"

"Yes, they went this way." Merrick started to head in that direction, but stopped when an eerie feeling came over him. His face almost turned white as a ghost; something just wasn't right.

Something had spooked Merrick, that was for sure, and it wasn't the deadly look of the city and the smell of death around them. Eric knew something else had gotten to Merrick. "What is it?"

"Those three creatures, they're here."

Eric looked around, but saw no sign of them. "Where? I don't see them."

"Not here. But they are here in Silver Hills."

"Why would they come here? I thought Princess Shayla said they would be looking for this Master Org guy."

"They must have changed their minds."

"That still doesn't answer the question. There's nothing here for them, everything been destroyed."

Merrick thought a moment. Eric did make a good point. It made no sense for them to come here, unless… "You said that this Jen said they came from the future."

"Yeah… So…."

"What if at one point, their paths crossed with Ransik?"

And then Eric recalled the battle he had fought against the three, how there had been some type of reaction he couldn't quite make out when he had mentioned Ransik's name. Was it possible, could the creatures and Ransik know each other? "Shit. If they're with Ransik, we're in for the battle for our lives."

"I agree," answered Merrick. "We should split up. I will track down the location of Ransik and you continue the search for Jen."

"Hell no, I have an old score to settle with Ransik," exclaimed Eric very firmly. Though he and Wes hadn't really been friends, he owed it to Mr. Collins that Ransik pay for what he had done.

"Though I don't agree with this, I accept your wishes." Merrick looked Eric hard in the eyes. "Be careful, once we depart, we will no longer have any contact with each other."

"Thanks, but I learned a long time ago how to watch my own back."

Merrick nodded his head as if understanding, perhaps he and Eric were not that much different after all. "Just one thing, how and when I find her, how will I know that it is Jen?

"Just think of Taylor as a brunette."

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Taylor opened her front door and found four strangers looking back at her, though one of them didn't appear to be a stranger at all. She looked into Alex's eyes. He looked so much like the photo she had seen in the paper, but yet something was different about him.

Before she could say anything, Alex stepped forward. "Taylor Earheart, I'm Alex Drake, my team and I came from the year 3001." He looked into her eyes. "We need your help."

Now, Taylor had seen a lot of crazy things in her life, but this had to be the craziest. Even after hearing the story from Eric, she still couldn't believe it, up until now that is. She stepped to the side to let them in, and one by one Alex and the others entered into her home.