It was raining. That was a good thing, though Ethan didn't know why. It wasn't raining on him, but it was raining somewhere, and that was important. Or, he thought it was important. Actually, it wasn't the rain itself that was important – the storm was more important, and the storm was fading. That was very bad.

Ethan found himself walking forward. He recognized this place. It was the courtyard they'd fought in that very morning. But it was empty; eerie. The light was wrong, and there were no people. Ethan found that very strange.

He walked toward the fountain from the direction of the street. Everything looked like it was back to normal – no trees were ripped up; no windows were broken; both kiosks were undamaged. Everything was fine, except the quality of the light. The atmosphere was heavy and the sky looked yellow, just like it does before a big storm.

Ethan could feel his pulse quicken. Something was very, very wrong and it was up to him to figure it out. On some level he understood that this job had fallen to him – Haley, Billy and Cam all had their moments in Ranger history to save the day. This moment was his.

Ethan reached the fountain. It burbled and bubbled. The rush of the water into the base of the fountain fascinated Ethan, it was hypnotic and he stood transfixed. Then a noise behind him made him whirl; the scene before him was a nightmare.

Conner stood trapped in a glowing dome of energy – it was orange and pulsed with an evil energy. No noise escaped the glowing dome, but it was clear to see that Conner was screaming in agony from within. He was trying to hold the dome at bay, but it was slowly closing in on him. Conner! Ethan's impulse was to rush forward, but his body would not obey. All he could do from where he stood was watch impotently.

Now Ethan could see he was not the only Ranger on the scene attempting to help Conner. On one side of the dome stood Kira; her hands were placed flat against the dome's glowing wall and she rocked back and forth to the beat of the tune she was singing over and over. Tommy was on the opposite side of the dome from her – with one hand he tried to push his way in; his other hand was holding onto Jason who was supporting him from behind.

The sky was getting lighter, the storm was passing. Time was running out. Ethan could feel his anxiety growing in his chest.

A noise close by brought Ethan's attention back to the fountain. Blake lay there, though he hadn't been there just moments before. He was lying on his back with his knees drawn up. Blood was seeping through the bandages under his shirt and he was having trouble breathing. His eyes were transfixed on the courtyard where Conner was trapped. Cam was kneeling by the edge of the fountain trying to help Blake sit up, but at the same time he was trying to get to Hunter. The desperation on Cam's face was heart wrenching.

Ethan's attention turned back toward the dome. In the scant seconds Ethan had looked away it had shrunk considerably. Hunter? When did Hunter get there? Hunter was stretched out on the ground in front of the dome surrounding Conner. Unlike Tommy and Kira, Hunter had somehow managed to work his way under the shield still surrounding Conner, but now he was trapped. The arm that lay under the shield was stretched out trying to get to Conner; the other was stretched out trying to get to Blake. It seemed to Ethan his efforts were tearing him in two, but the look on his face indicated he was strangely at peace with it.

Ethan could feel himself beginning to panic. There was something important here he needed to see, something he needed to make the others understand.

Conner staggered as the dome collapsed even further. Conner! The bright beams of sunlight breaking through the clouds overhead and pouring into the courtyard seemed strangely out of place to Ethan; even dangerous.

As Hunter continued to struggle to reach Conner, Ethan could hear Blake's breathing become more labored. Everything was falling apart; everyone was falling apart, and Ethan had to find a way to stop it.

A realization struck Ethan as he watched Conner struggle against the force of the dome shrinking around him – no one here would be able to help. He knew it as certainly as he knew two plus two was four. But there has to be something one of us can do! he argued with himself.

He struggled to move forward, to vacate the spot where it seemed his feet had been glued for this horrifying nightmare. He desperately wanted to join Kira and Tommy in their attempts to break through to Conner. He wanted to do something!

Then it hit him. He needed to make a storm.

Ethan woke up with a gasp. He'd woken in a cold sweat, his mouth was dry and his pulse was racing. Disoriented he fell off of his bed as he tried to reconcile what he had to do with what he thought he understood from his nightmare. On instinct he made his way over to his backpack where his mother had left it near the foot of his bed. Groping blindly inside he reached around until his fingers curled around a cell phone. Snapping the lid open, Ethan stared at the phone stupidly as it began to ring in his hand.

I thought I was the one making the call…

Unthinking Ethan automatically answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello?" said the voice on the other end. Ethan thought he recognized it.

"Hello?" Ethan repeated.

"Conner?"

Ethan blinked. "Conner?" he repeated.

"Eric." the other boy answered automatically.

"Ethan." replied the Blue Ranger, unprepared for the response and still not quite awake. But he asked the question that was uppermost in his mind. "I need a storm…can you make it rain?"

Eric paused and then replied, "Yes."

TBC
This chapter was not originally intended to go here, but I was inspired and trying to write from any other character's perspective was not working for me. Ethan's got a lot of insight into the situation – let's see what you make of his dream.

Thanks, as always to everyone for your positive feedback and encouragement – Tygerwind, the real vampire, P-G-W-4Ever, sparxxa, Jenna, Dany, sky's girl forever, cmr, Blooming Violets, crazed, Funky in Fishnet.