Troy hung up the phone, before looking to the others. Jordan was still in the library, and they had no way of communicating with him to find out when he would leave. Gosei explained that the communicators didn't work within its walls, and effectively Jordan was on his own while he was there. He looked to the others.

"I called his dad and said he was staying the night with me." Troy told them. "Dax sent us a tweet to tell us all that they're picking up shooting again first thing, and to meet him on set. I said that because my place is closer, he decided to stay with me."

"Well, that covers his absence at least." Emma answered. "So, what about the rest of us?"

"Well, there's not really much we can do until they show up again." Troy replied honestly. "Fortunately it looks like they're more interested in messing with us than anything else. According to Tensou they disappeared shortly after we did."

"So, they're not here to wreck everything, just us." Jake snorted sarcastically. "Well, that's comforting."

"They do seem different to everything else we've faced." Gia stated. "Wait...they're Rangers right?"

"Yeah, it seems that way." Troy said as he wondered where she was going with this.

"Well...is there some way we can sever their connection to the Morphing Grid or something?" Gia asked him. None of them knew how the Morphing Grid worked exactly; they only knew what little Gosei had explained over time. They didn't really know what it was, only that it was the source of all the Morphing powers there had been.

"I am afraid their powers do not come from the Morphing Grid." Gosei told her. "It holds no sway over their powers."

"OK, so pulling the plug isn't an option." Jake answered, looking over to where Noah was sitting, thinking about something. "Noah, are you listening?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking about something Psycho Blue said." Noah stated. "It was when we were fighting, before I powered up into Ultra Mode."

"What did he say?" Emma asked him.

"He suggested last words." Noah told them. "He suggested 'Either these curtains go or I do' as last words."

"Um...OK." Jake said, looking confused. "That's pretty weird."

"I don't know why, but I feel like I've heard that before." Noah answered.

"I thought Troy was meant to be the one that got déjà vu." Gia said as she flicked a thumb in his direction. Troy just glared at her in response.

"Then there's that whole thing about them taking all our moves." Jake stated. "When were the bad guys ever able to do that? How's that fair?"

"It isn't." Troy answered. "But that's something else that's weird. When Psycho Red had me on the ground, he didn't take my moves."

"He didn't?" Gia asked as they all looked to him. "But...why? I mean, he had to have the opportunity."

"He did." Troy told her. "He had the opportunity to do a lot more besides. It was kind of like he didn't WANT to take my thoughts."

"What, does he think you have cooties or something?" Emma asked him. "Why wouldn't he want to read you? You're easily the best fighter among us."

"Don't let Jordan hear you say that." Gia chuckled, shaking her head. Troy didn't answer though. He didn't really know why he wouldn't want to take any advantage he could. It wasn't as though he didn't have the opportunity to do so. If anything, the only explanation would be that he didn't WANT the advantage having Troy's mind would give him.

"Well, it doesn't look like Jordan's coming out any time soon." Troy sighed as he pulled out his morpher. "Come on guys, let's all go home and get some rest."

"Yeah, I need to look good for the cameras." Jake said with a smile.

"Well, I guess the make-up departments can work miracles Emmanuel!" Gia teased him, reminding him that they had heard his middle name. He just sneered at her.

"Ha Ha!" He said in an insincere laugh as they all teleported home.

In her office, late at night, Principal Kwann was watching news footage of the battle between the Psycho Rangers and the Megaforce team. She was horrified to see the current team had been beaten. Back in the day, she could remember that she and her friends had faced a few copycat teams. One time, Goldar had specially trained a group of putties to emulate them, while another time, a monster had created mirror images of them all using magic to create their own team. There was even one time that Lord Zedd had taken some students from their school with the intent on making them into an evil Ranger team.

She, like many former Rangers, kept track of the other teams. It was a little easier in her role as a Secret Service agent, alongside Jason for all those years. Between them, and Zack being elected to the Oval Office, they had a lot of means at their disposal to find the former Rangers, and more importantly, to keep them out of the public eye to aid their efforts. While a couple of teams had been publically known, some intentionally, others...not so much, there was little doubt that most teams worked best if the public at large didn't know who they were and didn't risk getting in the way.

There had been two teams whose identities had become public knowledge by accident rather than design. Both the Mystic Force team and the Space Rangers had, in their final battle, morphed in front of their entire respective towns. It wasn't such a huge deal for the Mystic Force Rangers. It turned out that Briarwood was pretty good at keeping secrets. With the gateway to the Magical Realm in their back yard, there were a lot more interesting things than Rangers in that city anyway, and most of the citizens knew all too well the unhealthy level of attention they'd attract if they let on that half the citizens had vampires, trolls, goblins, troblins or faeries on speed dial. After their final battle, it didn't take much to convince the citizens to keep the news from travelling beyond their city limits. They weren't planning on sharing that with the world.

The other team, the Space Rangers, had their own problem. It was back in the days before Twitter and suchlike, but there were more than a few people with cameras. Following the final battle, news stations were flooded with pictures and footage of them morphing. It was a miracle in and of itself that all those that came before them hadn't been identified. It said a lot about TJ, Cassie, Ashley, Andros, Carlos and Zhane than they hadn't said anything. There was nothing that could be done to protect them though, the secret was out. Their lives were no longer their own, and with everyone knowing who they were, everyone wanted their own piece of the Rangers.

Ashley had gone with Andros and Zhane to KO35. Andros and Zhane had tried to make a life on Earth, but when the media attention wouldn't die down, they realised the only way they could have a quiet life was to go home. Ashley had opted to go with them, and the last time Trini heard anything from her, she and Andros were married and had a couple of kids.

Cassie just disappeared one day. When she'd had one too many reporters going through her trash or camped out on her lawn, she just packed a few bags and left a note saying that she wanted to be left alone. Her fellow Rangers respected her decision too much to pursue her, knowing that she was capable of looking after herself, but the truth was no one had heard from her in years.

Carlos had tried to make the best of his fame, but he found that no soccer clubs would hire him. There was too much speculation that his skills were a result of his Ranger powers. His home team had all the trophies and awards they'd won while he was on the team stripped from them, and no other club wanted to take the risk that any victory they had with him on the team would be worthless. He'd tried running a soccer camp for a while, but any students he got only wanted to talk about his Ranger days, not train. In the end, he had bought a cabin in the middle of the woods near Mariner Bay, venturing rarely into the city to buy essentials. TJ on the other hand had opted for the Nevada Desert, and with the exception of his mission to the moon with the other Reds, didn't go out in public often. The Space Rangers' stories acted very much as a cautionary tale to the other teams as to what could happen if their identities became known.

Trini didn't know the Psycho Rangers; she had never fought against them. She only knew of them by reputation, and sadly that left them with a real problem. The only two teams that had fought them were the Galaxy Rangers, all of whom lived on Miranoi now, and the Space Rangers, most of whom were unable to be reached.

She picked up the phone and dialled.

"Office of the President." Zack's voice said cheerfully. Trini just sighed as she opened her laptop.

"Zack, check your e-mail." She told him. "There's something you need to see."

The line went quiet as Zack presumably went to check his computer. Trini waited to hear what he had to say, hoping and praying that history didn't repeat. She hadn't fought the Psycho Rangers before, but she knew them by reputation. The last time anyone faced them, they returned one Ranger short.

In the Library, Jordan came out of a memory, finding Pythia waiting for him, this time sitting on the floor in the Lotus position. She had a few of the memory orbs, and was busy stacking them into a kind of pyramid on the floor. He coughed to attract her attention, causing her to knock it down.

"Now look what you made me do." She said with a little pout. Jordan just looked to her.

"Those ARE people's memories." He reminded her. "You could show them a little more respect."

"You do insist on taking the fun out of everything don't you?" She replied, waving a hand. The orbs soared into the air, filing themselves back onto the shelves. "So, how's your research going? Did you find out anything helpful?"

"Well, they definitely weren't on Earth, that's why no one knows them here." He replied. "The Space Rangers and the Galaxy Rangers fought them. So far, I know they can absorb the moves of their opponents, and they're insanely powerful."

"So, both teams fought them?" She asked him, looking up at him expectantly. She took her role as the keeper of the Library seriously...in her own way. She always maintained that questions were the most powerful thing, often asking him questions to figure out the answers to them himself. He could see the look in her eyes as she looked up at him. He had a feeling she wasn't...all there. To be honest, he'd had that feeling since he'd first met her, but he presumed that being shut up in the Library, even as a memory construct, must have done something to her mental state. He had to admit going a little stir crazy when he was in the school library for a few hours. To be locked up in one for millennia...he couldn't imagine. "Now, why would that be?"

"They weren't finished off." Jordan told her. "So the Galaxy Rangers had to face them."

"And how did they do?" Pythia asked him. Jordan sucked his teeth.

"From what I saw, they didn't fare much better." He admitted. Pythia just stroked her chin.

"So...neither memory you've seen shows them being destroyed." She summarised. "In fact, in both cases, you're telling me that the respective teams lost?"

"I guess you're saying I'm being warned about how dangerous they are." Jordan concluded. "So...can we just skip to the one where I find out how they were destroyed? You know...maybe find out how to do it for good this time?"

"That's the Jordan I know and love! Straight to the point!" She said with a grin. Jordan could sense the insincerity in her voice. She delighted in calling him and his fellow humans short-sighted and stupid, saying that they didn't understand what they saw in the universe. He just watched as another memory lit up. He went towards it, and touched it, disappearing in a flash of light.

Back at the Goodall house, the girls arrived, finding Eric waiting for them. They knew he'd have heard about the attack by now. Not only had the news been carrying the story, but Cerberus, her father's firm, were responsible for security on the set. He just looked to them as they came in.

"Sorry we're late dad." Emma said sadly. It was something she'd been saying a lot recently. It was one of the things she hated most about being a Ranger, having to keep things from him. It pained her every time she had to look into his face and lie to him or keep the truth from him. She knew it was for his own safety, but she still hated it.

"I saved some dinner; you can re-heat it in the microwave." He told them. "Didn't you get a lift from one of the guys?"

"Most of them were giving statements to the cops." Gia rushed out, thinking of an explanation. "Wayne offered, but they wanted to talk to him."

"We're really sorry." Emma said again. "We know you and Louise wanted to talk to us."

"I guess mom went back to the motel?" Gia surmised. He just nodded.

"We wanted to do this together, but I guess things have been a little crazy lately." He told them. "The thing is, your mom's motel...it's not the ideal situation."

"I guess not." Gia agreed as she sat with him. "I know it's not the worst place in the world, but it's definitely not a home."

"Well, we were thinking much the same thing." He replied quietly as he tried to steal himself for the next part. "We were wondering how you would feel about Louise moving in here?"

Gia and Emma just stared at him, not really knowing how to answer. This was a little awkward for him. They had been going slowly with their relationship, mainly because it was still new to them, but also because they didn't want to upset Gia, and especially Emma. It was a little difficult to approach the subject with them.

"There are three rooms in the house." He reminded them, as a way to try and avoid the implication that they would be moving in together. "It might mean a little shuffling around, but we shouldn't have any worries about space."

He looked to Emma, hoping to hear a response from her. Although it was a little odd for Gia, she had been a lot more open to the relationship. As huge an adjustment as her life had been over the year, the fact was she was actually happy her mom was no longer with her dad. It was a relationship that hadn't been working for a long time, and everyone, Gia included, had to admit that Louise was a lot happier now that her marriage was over.

He understood Emma's reservations. She had idolised her mother for most of her life, to the point that it was strange for her to see her dad with anyone else. She had been very understanding since she'd found out, and for their part Eric and Louise had respected her feelings by agreeing to take things slowly and not force things. Emma eventually looked to him and smiled a little.

"I guess...we have room here. It's not like it makes much sense having Louise pay out all that money for a motel room."

"It'd mean I'd get to see her more often." Gia added. Eric smiled as he heard this.

"You're sure?" He asked them. Gia and Emma just nodded. "Well, Louise is paid up in the motel for the next two weeks, so I guess that gives us a while to figure out how to reorganise and get things ready for her."

"OK, we're going to bed now." Emma told him. "You know...early morning call for the shoot and everything."

"Of course, of course, go ahead." He told them. "Thanks for understanding."

With that, they started to head to bed. Gia put her arm around Emma.

"So, are you really OK with this?" Gia asked her. "I mean, I'd understand if its' a bit weird..."

"I'll be fine." Emma replied, looking to the stairs. "I guess I kind of knew this was coming."

"Thank you." Gia replied, holding Emma tightly.

Back in the Library, Jordan was inside the memory, witnessing the fall of the Psycho Rangers. He had seen them take on not just one, but two teams of Rangers at the same time. The Space Rangers, and the Galaxy Rangers had both been needed to end their threat, taking them down, but he had found that there was yet another chapter in the tale. It seemed that even then, one of them had gotten away.

He watched the final moments as Psycho Pink unleashed the power of the Savage Sword. Cassie, the Pink Space Ranger lay on the ground, her powers drained from her destroyed morpher, while Kendrix, the Pink Galaxy Ranger strode onward through the energy waves pulsing out of the sword.

He had a feeling that this was something he didn't want to see, that he didn't want to know, but he knew he had to find out everything he could.

The rest of the Rangers showed up, being held back by the power waves. All of them were screaming, crying out for Kendrix as she strode forward with every ounce of strength within her. He could smell burning, and knew it was more than just the suit. She was burning alive as she tried to stop it. With a huge swing, she smashed the Savage Sword apart.

The energy dissipated, and the light faded, but the stench hung in the air. Scorch marks were burned into the ground. Where the sword had been, there was a strange light. Eventually, he managed to focus enough to see Kendrix, unmoprhed, but glowing, holding her Galaxy Sabre. She looked up to the others who were clearly close to tears.

"It's OK." She told them. "I'm really OK."

Jordan watched on as her spirit faded, disappearing into the pink Galaxy Sabre, which soared into the sky, disappearing from sight. He didn't need to be able to see the former Rangers before him, to see the looks in their faces to know what had happened. As the image faded, he found himself at Pythia's feet. She looked to him as he looked up.

"So, you know now what you face." She stated. Jordan just nodded in response wordlessly. He now knew more than he ever wanted to. He and his friends knew the dangers they faced any time they went into battle, but here he had seen the nightmare all of them had to have had. For the Galaxy and Space Rangers, they had lived that nightmare. The last time anyone faced the Psychos, they had been defeated, but only at a cost. One of the Rangers had paid the ultimate price.