Mrs Finch came into Levi's classroom, finding him lying on the desk. There weren't any classes today, the charity fun run which was held every year assembled right outside the school. It had been a long-standing tradition that the students were given the time off to participate if they wanted to. The staff, while not necessarily taking things that seriously, normally put in at least one team for the relay as well in order to raise funds for local charities. This year, the volunteers for the staff team were Mrs Finch, the English teacher Professor Warwick and the Gym teacher Mrs Edwards.

Levi was snoring as he lay across the desk. She had to stifle a laugh seeing him there. Since she had known him, she had known Levi to be energetic and active, so it was a little amusing to find him catching a nap in his classroom. If it had been a normal day, he'd have had the Freshman class, and there was no way in hell anyone could have slept through that. She shook him at which he woke with a start, snapping upright. He looked to her in confusion.

"What…what the…"

"Long night?" She chuckled. Levi yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

"You could say that." He commented. "I haven't slept too well lately."

"Really?" She asked him, now no longer looking amused, but instead looking more worried. "Is everything alright?"

"I should be fine." Levi told her.

"Are you sure?" She asked him. Levi looked to her and realised she wasn't likely to leave this alone. He wasn't sure what to tell her, but he didn't really want to just brush her off when she was trying to help.

"I…I've been having some strange dreams." He told her.

"Strange dreams?" She asked him. "Strange how?"

"Well, it's hard to explain." Levi didn't really know how to explain the nature of his new dreams. He wasn't even sure they were dreams, in fact, he was quickly coming to the conclusion they weren't. He had been having trouble with his memory ever since he had been kidnapped by Madame Odious. He and his friends had theorised that while he was in her lab, she had been manipulating his memories, re-working his mind in an attempt to turn him against the Rangers. He had already claimed the Gold Power Star before she took him, so it made sense that he would make a powerful weapon if he could be convinced to fight on her side. They didn't know exactly what she had done to his brain, but they knew it did affect his memories. "I think its memories from when I was a kid."

"A kid?" She asked him. She could see the way he was looking at her. "I minored in psychology in college. You were saying memories from when you were a kid? Is that unusual?"

"Well, kind of." Levi told her. He didn't really know what to tell her, for obvious reasons he couldn't really disclose too much about what was going on, but as he looked at her, he felt like perhaps he needed to talk to someone. He didn't want to worry his friends by explaining how little he could rely on his own memories. His life as Levi Weston, after he had been taken in by the Weston family, seemed to be the most complete memories he had. There were a few memories occasionally that got mixed up, like when he was sure there was a restaurant in the city that he had gone to that turned out to have been an office building for at least a decade and suchlike, but for the most part, he remembered everything after he had been found busking by The General and taken into his house.

It was what happened before then he had real problems with. He had surmised he had been on the streets, but other than that, he didn't know. It was like before that day he didn't exist. His childhood, his parents, even his own name he didn't know. He had no idea how he ended up on the streets.

"I know it's strange, but…I was adopted, but before then I don't really remember much of what happened to me." He told her.

"Before The General took you in?" She asked him. Levi just looked at her. Mrs Finch started to shift a little uncomfortably. "Well, um…everyone else seemed to know who you were and I felt like I was the only one that didn't, so…I may have checked your autobiography out of the library."

"That's just it though, the stuff that's in there, I know, but other stuff I don't really remember." He admitted to her. She took a deep breath.

"Well, you said you were on the streets before then, and the book said you were found when you were twelve." She reminded him. "I'm no therapist or anything, but I remember from my psych classes that sometimes trauma causes people to repress memories. Maybe something happened to you that made you kind of shut that part of your life down."

"I guess you could say that." Levi answered. He didn't know what to make of the new memories, they were still fuzzy and unclear, like a movie that was out of focus and with the soundtrack warped. Ever since his battle with 'Aiden', it seemed like the shock he had received seemed to start to open up parts of his memory that he hadn't before.

"So, what are you seeing in these new memories?" She asked him.

"It's really hard to explain." He answered. "I see a man, a man wearing black, and another kid…I think maybe they're my real family."

"Your real family?" She asked him. "How much have you seen?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Principal Hastings came in. She was wearing a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. She came in.

"Mr Weston, I hear you're taking part in the relay race today." She greeted him. "I was wondering if perhaps you'd consider forming a team."

"Well, the thing is…I've already joined a team." He told her. "I'm teaming with Brody and Calvin."

"Really? Two of your students?" She asked, coming to his side and draping herself over his shoulders. "I would have thought you'd prefer to be on a team with some adults. I remember we made quite a team when I hired you."

Levi saw the look on Mrs Finch's face and looked a little alarmed. Mrs Finch just coughed and got up from her chair.

"Well, I should probably be going…"

"Mrs Finch." Levi said as he got up to follow her into the hall. When he caught up to her, he put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around. "Look, that…that wasn't what it sounded like."

"Really? What did it sound like?" Mrs Finch asked him. "You know what? Don't answer that. You're both adults, what you do is really absolutely no business of mine."

"But…but we aren't…"

"Levi, it's fine, like I said, it's none of my business." She told him. "I should be going. I need to warm up for the race. I'll see you at the finish line…if you aren't too tired."

With that, she left to go back to her own classroom. Levi returned to his class, to find that Principal Randall had also left. He just sighed and leaned back against the wall.

"This is why they say never shit where you work." He muttered.

Elsewhere on the school grounds, Ellie was just pulling into the parking lot, bringing Sarah to the school. She looked across at her daughter, who was a lot quieter and more subdued than usual.

"Well, you're here." Ellie told her. Sarah didn't move though. Ellie didn't really know what the problem was, one of the issues was that Sarah wasn't exactly the most open with her problems. While she was a very caring and empathetic person herself, she never really liked burdening others with her problems. Ellie did worry at times that wasn't healthy and that she could take on a little too much. Sarah just nodded, but still didn't seem particularly quick to go. Ellie looked to her and smiled. "You know, I do have to get to your dad's therapy session."

Sarah just nodded, but still didn't seem like she was going anywhere. Ellie just sighed.

"Are you feeling alright?" She asked. "I mean, if you're not feeling well, I'm sure they'll understand."

"I'm fine mom." Sarah muttered.

"Well that was convincing." Ellie teased her daughter gently. "Come on, I'm sure your friends are already warming up. You don't want to let Brody and Levi…"

"I'm teaming with Hayley and Preston mom." Sarah reminded her. Ellie smiled a little hearing this.

"Oh, you're teaming with Preston, are you?" She asked her. "So, this is yet another thing you're teaming with him on?"

"He's…he's a really good friend mom." Sarah answered.

"Let's see, you teamed up with him for his magic shows." Ellie stated. "And you're working on that business project together…"

"Mom."

"You two did seem to be having a really great time together." Ellie continued. Sarah just settled into the seat.

"Well, yeah, we have been spending a lot of time together." Sarah told her. "You're not the only one that's said it. Some of the other guys have been saying something similar."

"So, is there something going on there?" Ellie asked her. Sarah just looked a little uncomfortable.

"I don't know…maybe?" Sarah asked. Ellie smirked as she heard this. "Mom, we're friends, we get on great, we really like hanging out together…"

"You know who else could say the same thing?" Ellie asked her. "Hayley and Calvin."

"But that's different, they've been dating for ages and…"

"And before that they were friends, weren't they?" Ellie asked her. Sarah groaned.

"Yes." She answered. "I don't know, I mean…I guess Preston is kind of cute. He's kind and he's great fun to be around. He's a complete dork so he totally gets me…"

"Well, would it really be such a bad thing?" Ellie asked her.

"Mom, I like him, but I don't know if I, well…LIKE him like him!" She continued. "Aw man, this is so messed up! I didn't even think about this until Hayley had to go and open her big yap! Why is this so confusing?"

"Sarah, there isn't much that confuses you, so maybe when something does it's something you might want to think about a little." Ellie told her. "You know, back when I was in High School, I was really good friends with a guy that used to help me with my homework. English especially. He had this great way of thinking of movie scenes that explained how scenes in books were like those scenes and it made things easy to understand. We used to go to the food court to do homework all the time, so one time I just asked if one time we just put the books away and turn a study date into just…a date."

"So?" Sarah asked her. "What happened?"

"Well…I married him." Ellie said with a shrug. Sarah just slumped.

"You know, that really isn't that helpful." Sarah told her. Ellie just shrugged.

"Sorry." Ellie answered. "But that doesn't escape the point, if you are thinking about this, maybe it'd be worth figuring out what exactly it is."

"Thanks mom." Sarah said, not sounding at all convinced this was helpful at all. She got out of the car, waving to her mom as she pulled away, heading for the hospital. As she turned, she saw Preston getting out of his dad's limo, and waving to her.

"Hey, Sarah!" He called over. Sarah forced a smile and ran over to greet him. "I got your number!"

"Yeah, you do…I gave it to you when we met…"

"I meant…I got your number." Preston clarified, showing her the sticker that had her number on it. "I can just…"

As he held it up to her abdomen, about to press it into place, he suddenly became very aware of the fact he was about to touch Sarah. It was something that hadn't really crossed his mind before, hell, the first day he met her he had spent a lot of time with his arms wrapped around her…of course that was because she was racing at breakneck speed towards a monster with him on her hoverboard but…for some reason now he was very aware of the fact he was going to touch her. Instead, he just held the number up for her.

"I got it from the sign-up desk." He told her. "There you go."

"Thanks." Sarah answered with an awkward smile. "So…let's go find the others."

In another part of the school grounds, Victor was preparing for the fun run, though his idea of preparation was very different from everyone else's. While everyone else was warming up, stretching off, or getting their equipment ready, he was…

"Where is that stylist?" He complained as he paced around impatiently. "I told her to meet me right here!"

"Maybe they got caught in traffic?" Monty suggested.

"At ten in the morning?" Victor snapped. "Today's the day Monty, today is the day I win my fiftieth trophy! I can just feel it! I want to look good for the newspaper when the mayor gives me that trophy!"

"Victor, how are you going to win the trophy?" Monty asked him.

"Monty, I have the school cross-country record!" Victor reminded him. "Do you really think anyone here has a chance of beating me?"

"Well…that guy looks pretty fit." He told him, pointing to a guy who was doing burpees to warm up. Victor couldn't remember ever seeing him around before, but like a lot of other races, there were people coming from out of town to take part. Many serious runners would use small-town races to keep in shape and warm up for bigger events like state marathons and the likes. The guy was screaming self-motivation phrases as he thrashed through his exercises. He looked like he was an action figure, muscled in a way that didn't look like it should be impossible for a human being. "Maybe he's a pro…"

"Monty, he's clearly a muscle-head. All that extra mass just slows you down and creates wind-resistance." Vince said with a smile, gesturing to himself. "Now this, this is the way it should be. Sleek, toned, stream-lined, the perfect combination of speed and power."

"Well yes, but…" Monty started to say.

"Go look for that stylist, would you?" Victor asked him. "She probably got lost in the rear parking area."

"I'll be right back Victor." Monty told him, before running off in search of the elusive stylist.

Around the rear of the school, Princess Viera teleported down, looking around to ensure she hadn't been seen arriving. She had set up this whole thing so that she would get a chance to see the Rangers in action. Her people did look a lot like the people of Earth, so without her armour it wasn't too hard to blend in. She did have to do a little research to find out what they wore, and had ended up with a green t-shirt, bearing the name of some group that she understood to be a band of some description and tight blue denims that for some reason she didn't understand were torn. Where she came from, if something was torn or damaged in any way they would repair or replace them, but for some reason she had been informed that humans actually thought that wearing clothing that had been torn looked fashionable. She straightened out her outfit and sighed.

"Humans." She muttered, before beginning to seek out her targets. She had committed their appearance to memory, and she could hear even from this far away that the main commotion seemed to be coming from the other side of the building. She started to make her way there, not even noticing as Monty was heading the other way, looking for the stylists that Victor had hired.

"Carol!" He called out, starting to look for the van. "Carol!"

He gulped as he heard the roar of an engine. He wasn't much of a mechanic, but he would know that engine tone anywhere. Ace's car was so heavily modified and customised that it sounded more like a jet engine or a small train than a car. He turned around to see his car rolling towards him.

Monty started to back up as Ace drove the car straight towards him, slowly, menacingly, and in little jumps. Ace's friends started to laugh as Ace terrorised his long-time victim.

"There's no one around here Monty!" He laughed. "It'd look just like an accident!"

Monty backed up quickly, tripping over his own feet and landing on the ground. He continued to scoot backwards away, whimpering as Ace came closer and closer. He eventually ended up running against a wall, with nowhere else to go. He held his hand up over his face and heard the engine roar once more, but it was followed very quickly by the screech of brakes applied very harshly. He looked up and instead of the car, the first thing he saw was a girl's body, standing directly in front of him, facing the car.

"Whoa, what the hell?" Ace called out. "Are you nuts? I almost ran over you!"

"So, it would have been alright to run over this boy instead?" Viera responded, standing defiantly before them. "Back up!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Ace's girlfriend Cherry yelled at her.

"I think I'm someone with a little better taste in friends." Viera sneered at her. "Leave at once!"

"If you think for one minute…"

"Yo, Ace!" One of the others said, pointing to a van that was just rolling into the parking lot. Realising that now there were far too many witnesses, and a simple game of terrorising Monty could turn quickly into a vehicular assault charge, Ace just sighed and put his car into reverse.

"I'm bored of this anyway." Ace stated. "Come on guys, let's get a decent parking spot, watch the start of the nerd stampede!"

As he rolled away, Viera kept an eye on him until he left, before turning around to where Monty was still cowering on the ground.

"He's gone." She told him, offering him a hand. "Here."

Monty looked up at this mystery girl, who stood surrounded by a halo of sunlight, lit up like an angel. He had a goofy smile on his face as he took her hand. She seized him in a surprisingly powerful grip and yanked him to his feet almost without any assistance at all from Monty. He was on his feet so quickly he staggered a little. He stared at his saviour, stammering, trying to find words for her.

Viera looked him up and down, seeing how small and skinny this kid was. It was no wonder Ace victimised him. He looked like he'd snap in half in a stiff breeze. Everything she knew told her that might made right, and that if he wanted to survive, it was up to him to become stronger, to make himself less of a victim.

She didn't understand what made her turn back when she saw the other boy threaten him with his vehicle. Things like that happened where she was from all the time. No one owned anything that they weren't strong enough to take or to fight to keep. If you wanted the largest share, you needed to earn it. This kid looked more like the one that would get the leftover scraps that fell off the table. So why did she feel like she should stop the other kid?

"Don't be a victim all your life." She told Monty, before turning and walking away. Watching her go, it took a moment before he could come up with anything even remotely sensible to say.

"Thank you!" He called out, waving after her. "Who…whoever you are."

"Monty?" He heard someone else say. He turned to look at her, seeing a woman carrying a case. She had a couple of others with her carrying a folding chair and other supplies.

"Uh…yes."

"I'm Carol." She introduced herself. "So, where's the client?"

"Victor!" He yelled as he realised that he had almost completely forgotten why he was in the rear car park in the first place. "Um…yes, he's just this way!"

"I told you we should have parked around the front." Another of the stylists grumbled as they picked up their gear and followed Monty around the school.