The Rangers all split off to end the hectic day in their own way. Scott and Flynn took Col. Truman into the guy's bedroom to explain to him exactly why his beloved Go-Onger was destroyed. In many ways the others were glad the rooms were sound-proof. Although they knew he was glad they had returned safely, that didn't completely get them off the hook for destroying his beloved van.

Summer and Dillon walked off in each other's arms, heading in the direction of her...well...now the girl's room. Since Gemma had arrived, and there were no other bedrooms available, it could probably be presumed that she would end up bunking with Summer.

Ziggy went into Tenaya's cell to talk to her. She was watching a cartoon on the large screen in the room. Even though she wasn't looking at the door, and he couldn't help thinking about how beautiful she was. As another joke reached the punch line, she laughed. He couldn't help the feeling in his stomach when she did that. Her laugh was musical to him, making his heart turn over in his chest. He regularly did magic tricks and told her jokes just so he could hear her laughing. He came over behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention.

"Ziggy, I didn't hear you..."

Her words were cut off as he pressed his lips to hers; kissing her with a passion he had never felt before. At first her eyes shot open in amazement, but she quickly felt her heart melting and her arms wrapped around him, holding him as her heart beat faster. She closed her eyes, relishing every moment of this sensation, before they finally parted.

"I almost died." He told her. "The only thing I could think about was that I never told you how I feel about you."

Tenaya looked at him dumbfounded, not knowing how to react at this time. Ziggy pulled over a stool, sitting next to her.

"Tenaya, I can't expect you to understand this, or to return my feelings, but ever since you've come to us...I've fallen for you." He told her. "I know..."

Tenaya grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him passionately. He couldn't believe that she returned the feelings he had for her. He stared at her in disbelief as she finally released him.

"You're the only one who's ever had faith in me." She whispered. "Every time I'm with you, I can hardly breathe. At first I thought I was sick or allergic, but not feeling those feelings was so much worse than feeling them."

She smiled as she looked into his eyes. She now understood what Sam had tried to explain in the warehouse all that time ago when she said she'd rather die than see Flynn hurt. She was so happy to see him return to her; she just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

"Ziggy...I love you."

Ziggy grabbed her, holding her to him in a warm embrace. Only a few hours ago, his future seemed to involve being slow-roasted on an open fire to be eaten, but he had never once been scared for himself. All he had thought about was what his mother...the matron...Ms. Foster had told him. He loved Tenaya, and he continued to deny the fact merely because he was scared about what the others would think. Now though, he couldn't care less. He loved her, and she loved him in return. Nothing could be more right than that.

Up in her room, Summer and Dillon were sharing a kiss following their recent ordeal. She looked at him a little sympathetically.

"I'm sorry you didn't find the answers you wanted." She told him.

"I guess I always knew the answers might not be pleasant." He murmured as he looked at her, taking in her beauty. "I suppose we at least know I was in Omega City."

"Dillon..."

"I can't believe I was suckered in like that!" He snarled, pounding a fist into the bed sheets. "I should have known! The blind girl...the feelings of happiness...having a life...it was all bullshit!"

"Dillon, you can't help the fact that gave you false memories." She told him warmly. "You could have been a multi-millionaire playboy like Chas, or you could have been a garbage collector called Eustace for all I care. Who you were isn't important."

"It is to me." He muttered.

"It isn't to me." She replied sympathetically, taking his hand in hers and pressing her forehead to his. She kissed the end of his nose. "You're Dillon now, and it's Dillon I fell in love with."

She put her hands on his shoulders, pressing him to the bed gently. Dillon looked up at her with a grin on his face.

"This might give a guy ideas." He sniggered.

"That's kind of the idea." She replied, pulling off her t-shirt. Dillon held up a hand, looking at her a little scared.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked her. "You know I'd never force you or..."

Summer silenced him by kissing him warmly. She sat up, pulling off his t-shirt and taking in his amazing body with her eyes.

"Dillon, I'm ready." She told him. "I'm not afraid."

He reached around her, pulling her into himself as he prepared for what he was sure would be the most amazing experience of his life.

The following morning, Col. Truman made his way into the physiotherapy room, finding Chas doing exercises to strengthen his injured leg.

After the battle, he had suffered many injuries, some of which would be permanent. He was wearing only sweat pants, which left the true extent of his scarring exposed. A large part of the right side of his chest, shoulder and face was still red, and blistered as a result of his burns. He no longer needed the dressing over his eye, his vision having returned, but the burns would take longer to subside. Even when they had faded, he would still have extensive scars as a reminder of the battle.

"You're doing well." Col. Truman complimented him. "Your recovery is impressive."

"I don't want to be on the shelf for too long." He replied. "I know you need me back as..."

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that." Colonel Truman interrupted him. "I was actually thinking that the position of Mayor would be more fitting for you."

"I'm not a politician." Chas told him as he finished his set, stroking his leg gently. "I hate the political bullshit."

"So do I, but we need a mayor with Corinth's best interests at heart." Truman replied.

"You saw what happened before because I wanted to be Mayor." Chas sighed, mopping himself down with a towel. "I don't think..."

"In my experience, the ones who think they can handle power and seek it are rarely the ones who should be trusted with it." He responded.

"But sir..."

"Chas, this is a vote of confidence." Colonel Truman assured him. "Were you a jerk? Of course you were. I wouldn't have trusted you with the responsibility of replacing the toner cartridge in my printer before the battle, but you showed me your true colours there."

"I'm sure there are plenty of qualified people..."

"Actually there's only one person who's thrown his hat into the ring." Colonel Truman interrupted him, putting down a newspaper. Chas looked at it, and turned back to him in amazement.

"Dad?" He asked him.

"He wanted a Winchester to run this city." Colonel Truman told him. "Now that you're cut off, he has to do it himself."

Chas got up, pacing the room as he read the article in shock. He knew his dad had political ambitions, but he had been grooming him for that. He couldn't believe that he would take that step himself.

"I don't know about you, but I'd rather see you in that office than him." Colonel Truman told him. "I can trust you."

"Dad can't win that election." Chas replied.

"Well if no one runs against him, he'll get it for sure." Colonel Truman told him. "You're the one to stand against him."

"I don't know if I can." Chas told him. "He's disowned me; he doesn't consider me his son which means I'll be an enemy. He's ruthless; I've seen how he treats enemies..."

"Chas, only you can stand against him." Colonel Truman told him. "You'll be fine."

"The gloves are going to come off." He replied. "It'll be brutal..."

"You took on half of my forces and lived to tell the tale." Colonel Truman chuckled. "You'll be fine."

"Sir?" Chas said as he handed him back the paper. "I don't have any money to run a campaign..."

"Let me worry about that." Colonel Truman replied with a grin. "You just worry about that fiancée of yours."

"I will sir." Chas assured him.

"You don't need to call me that anymore." Colonel Truman reminded him, handing him his discharge papers. "You aren't under my command anymore."

As he turned and left, Chas looked at his discharge papers and the newspaper, the nerves obvious in his expression. He didn't trust himself with the office of mayor, that was why he had refused to stand before, but Colonel Truman had all but ordered him to stand.

He looked at the picture of his father in the paper and sighed. He knew how petty and spiteful his father could be, and he didn't relish the prospect of standing against him, especially since he was now persona non grata to his family. Of course, he knew the Colonel was right. No one else had the political wherewithal to stand against him. Only he had any real chance of beating him to the office.

"I guess I'm running for mayor after all." He sighed, depositing the paper in a nearby trash can. "Sorry dad, but you can't get that office."

Back at the Garage, Scott, Flynn, Ziggy and Gem arrived in the main room to find Gemma sleeping on the couch. She stirred and woke up, mopping her lip of drool.

"Uh, why are you sleeping out here?" Flynn asked her. "Your room's through there."

"It was locked." She replied as she rubbed her eyes wearily. Just then, Dillon walked into the room in his boxer shorts, yawning. As he saw the others, he suddenly realised he had slept a lot longer than he intended to. None of the Rangers were under any false impressions given the fact he had walked out of the girl's room.

"Uh...morning?" Ziggy offered weakly. Dillon just looked at the others for a while.

"I should...probably...um....I'm going for a shower." He stammered, seeing their judgemental expressions.

"If he's taken advantage of her..." Scott began, only to be cut off as Flynn held a hand over his mouth.

"He would never do that, he cares about the lass too much." He assured the Red Ranger. "Besides, we all know how rough this has been on her. This is a breakthrough for her."

"Well she'll have a lot to talk about in her next session." Ziggy chipped in. Summer came out, dressed and washed, though her hair was still out of place and messy. She looked up at them in horror.

"How long have you been there?" She asked, checking her watch and realising the time.

"Long enough." Scott replied.

"Um...sorry Gemma." Summer managed to say weakly as she saw her new roommate had obviously spent the night on the couch.

"It was still better than some of the places I've slept." She replied.

"Rangers, there is something I need to brief you on." Dr. K said as she arrived. "Glad to see you're finally awake Summer."

Summer just fixed her hair as much as she could with her fingers. This was far from a comfortable situation for her. Dillon arrived back in the room, having showered and changed.

"I'm glad you could join us." Dr. K said a little sarcastically, though with a knowing smile and wink in Summer's direction. "Dillon, there is something about your memories..."

"It's alright, I know they were fake." He interrupted her.

"Not all of them." Dr. K corrected him, pulling up the footage of Kenmore Square to show them. "This is all Venjix fabricated. To make your memories seem more realistic, this image was made, but together with a code that was designed to bring forth a memory of feelings of contentment and happiness."

"I'm not there." Dillon commented. "Neither is the blind girl."

"That's because they were from your true memories." Dr. K explained. "She exists."

"Existed." Dillon sighed in response. Dr. K shook her head.

"She's still alive Dillon, she is your sister." Dr. K answered as she used a remote control to open the door to Tenaya's cell. She came out, looking around curiously.

"Why are you letting me out?" She asked. Dr. K didn't need to answer though. The look in Dillon's eyes as he saw Tenaya's face unshielded for the first time said everything that needed to be said. He approached her slowly, placing a hand on her cheek and running it up and down her face gently.

"Tenaya and yourself share a genetic heritage." Dr. K stated. "Whoever you both are, you are related and share the same parents. She is your sister."

Ziggy left the room quickly, making his way outside. Flynn followed, thinking something was wrong and finding Ziggy holding his hands over his face.

"Ziggy, its fine. This doesn't change anything." Flynn assured him. "Sure, we had her as our prisoner but..."

"That's just it Flynn, everything's changed!" Ziggy snapped. "Dillon and Tenaya are brother and sister."

"That shouldn't matter." Flynn replied. "She's still..."

"That's just it, it DOES matter!" Ziggy interrupted him sharply. "When I was held by those things, all I could think about was her, that I'd never see her again. That I'd never get to tell her how I feel."

"You love her don't you?" Flynn gasped as he realised where this was going. Ziggy nodded as his first tears started to sting his eyes.

"I love her Flynn." He replied. "I have since a little after she came to us. I told her last night."

"Ziggy..."

"When has Dillon ever been the most reasonable of people?" Ziggy asked him passionately. "How am I meant to tell him I've been putting the moves on his sister while she was our prisoner?"