"That's what your brother would have said!"

Her voice echoed in her head as Gia tried to rest. No matter what, she couldn't shake it.

"That's what your brother would have said!"

It was a low blow, a very low blow even considering the circumstances. Gia was disgusted with herself but still so angry with Emma.

"That's what your brother would have said!"

But more disgusted. As the echo repeated in her head, getting louder and louder and hurting her more and more, she knew she wouldn't be able to rest. However, she couldn't leave her room. She was still scared. The supernatural, even before Cliff had tainted Halloween, had always scared her. She had always been tough and fearless against opponents she could see, often taking on kids twice her size and age usually after they picked on Emma. But when it came to the supernatural, to things and people she couldn't see or control, she felt insecure.

She also didn't like tricks. Cliff and his friends had played enough of them on her that they always left a bad taste in her mouth. She hated being made fun of and being deceived. She still had no idea why she would assume her friends would prank her and take the joke as far as it went but she had hated it and she was angry with them for having done it.

On top of that, she hated how the whole thing played out. Realistically, her friends had no idea at the time that they were invisible. Tensou had scanners that could detect them, so he obviously saw nothing out of the ordinary. Ryan was still too young to speak, and Rebecca was blind. Gia insisting they weren't present when they knew they were had to look odd, but the fact that they argued with her and insisted she was the one with the problem opened up too many wounds. She was always the problem. She was always the one that needing fixing or that needed to be put in her place.

"That's what your brother would have said!"

But her words haunted her more than any spirit or ghost or her past ever could. Unable to take her mind off it, she pulled herself out of bed and stepped out on the deck. Ryan and Tiger were playing together gently on the blanket but no one else was around. Not that Gia could see anyways. So she called out.

"Emma?"

She didn't hear an answer. Either Emma was giving her the silent treatment or she wasn't on the deck. Gia had no way of knowing.

"Emma, you don't have to talk to me, but please let me know if you're here or not," Gia said and hugged herself. This invisibility thing was freaking her out, but until she could at least apologize she couldn't go back to her room.

Not hearing a response, Gia hoped that meant Emma wasn't on the deck. She could hear Noah, Jake, their parents and Rebecca talking in the boy's bedroom and doubted Emma would join there. She assumed if Emma had been up on the bridge or the bow, she would have heard her, so Gia decided to try the kitchen next. When she opened the door and saw a floating mug of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies on the table, she figured she had found someone.

"Um... is Emma here?"

The mug seemed to point to the table. Gia turned.

"Emma?"

"What?"

Gia heard the kitchen door close and jumped. She glanced over to the door and then groaned, "Can you guys please not sneak around me like that?"

"It's just us."

"Who was in here?"

"Troy and Orion. They left. What do you want?"

"It wouldn't make you feel better if you heard me call myself the biggest bitch on this ship, would it?"

"Is that all?"

"Emma... I'm sorry."

Emma sighed and pushed the plate of cookies away. Seeing them move on their own sent shivers up Gia's spine, but she resisted her urge to flee. An apology wasn't enough.

"I didn't mean it," she said. Emma huffed.

"It's sounded pretty sincere."

"Well, it wasn't. You're my sister, not Cliff's. And if he or anyone has something to say about that, they'll have to say it to my face."

"Gia, it's not what you said, it's that you said it," Emma told her. "You said something that you knew would hurt me."

"I'm really sorry," Gia whispered. "And you have every right to be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Gia frowned. She tried to look at where she thought Emma was sitting. "Um... sorry but it's kind of hard to tell you when I can't see your face."

Suddenly, something took her hand. Gia jumped up and back, pushing Emma away before she realized it was just her best friend. She sighed. "Please don't do that."

"Sorry," Emma chuckled. "Gia, I'm upset. Ever since we found out about Cliff..."

"I swear, that means nothing," Gia insisted. "I just said that to hurt you. I didn't mean it. I'm..."

"Can I talk?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ever since we found out, I've... I've felt like I have to work harder just to prove that, you know... I'm nothing like him."

"But you're not."

"But I don't feel that way. I wish I never found out about my dad. I'd rather dad be my dad than Mr. Morris, and after all he put me through, that's saying a lot."

"My dad is your dad," Gia said. "That's all I see."

"It's not what I see. It's just... it's been hard but at least you... at least I had you. The others could say what they wanted. You mattered."

"And then I go and say that."

"I don't want to be like Cliff. I'm not trying to be like him. I'm trying to do everything he wouldn't do," Emma took Gia's hand again. The yellow Ranger jumped, but she didn't push Emma away. "You can't keep being scared. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to let anything hurt you. Whether you call out for milk or not, you have to know I've got your back."

"But milk..."

"Words fail," Emma said. "I'm not saying you can't still use it but... if you're going to stay like this you leave me no choice but to ignore it. Sometimes, I do know better than you. You're not always the smartest between the two of us."

"I'm not broken. I'm not crazy."

"I know, but what if... what if the roles were reversed. You were me and I was you in everything. If I had called milk, would you have told Jake to let me go?"

Gia turned her head away as a tear came to her eye. Emma squeezed her hand.

"I like milk. I still want you to use it. I still want you to have that control. You still need it. But it's me, Gia. I'm not going to hurt you. I never have and I promise, I never will. I know I was wrong. Something was wrong with us, not you and I'm sorry about that. But you have to trust me. If you're going to trust anyone by now, haven't I earned it?"

"I do trust you."

"I mean completely," Emma said. "Not just as someone you can talk to. Not just someone you feel safe around. I mean absolutely, without a doubt, one hundred percent trust. Like, if I blindfolded you near a cliff, and told you to keep walking straight, you'd go as far as I told you."

"Am I walking towards the cliff or away?"

"Does it matter? I'm telling you where to go," Emma said. She squeezed Gia's hand again. "I'd go as far as you'd tell me. I'd take every step confidently. I know you'd never let anything bad happen to me. Do you feel the same?"

"You're never actually going to blindfold me near a cliff, are you?"

"What, with your track record around them?" Emma chuckled. "No way. I'm just saying."

"Yes."

"You'd trust me?"

"Yeah. I do. And I really am sorry I called Cliff your brother."

"I'm sorry we made you think you were crazy. And that we chased you down. And pinned you down. Sedated you, restrained you, and let Tensou perform all those tests on you. Um... can we just call it even?"

"Only in the Ranger life is this even," Gia muttered and rolled her eyes. Then she frowned. "Um, this would be the part where I would open up for a hug, but I kind of have no idea where you are anymore so..."

"I'll hug you," Emma chuckled and wrapped her arms around Gia.