Sarah didn't know how much she needed a mother-daughter date night until she was on her way home with Jenny. As they walked home, discussing which movie to put on Netflix and where to order their pizza from, Sarah grew excited by the idea to sit at home and relax and spend some real quality time with her mother. Though they saw each other every day, Sarah's busy schedule and social life meant she was rarely home long enough for them to have much time together. Fortunately, the Fosters having a family dinner allowed the Thompsons to do the same.

"Fine, we'll order from down the street, but if there's even one pineapple on my half, I'm throwing the whole pizza out."

"That's a waste," Sarah frowned. "Why not just order two separate pizzas then?"

They walked into the house and Jenny set down Sarah's bag while the pink Ranger went to the phone.

"Because we don't need to have that much pizza lying around," Jenny chuckled. "Some of us aren't training and hoverboarding every day."

"Fine, but your half of the pizza will suck if you don't even have one pineapple slice."

"Says you!" Jenny called out as Sarah disappeared into the living room with the phone. Jenny went to the kitchen to see what drinks and junk food they would have for later. Movie night at the Thompson house was never complete without soft drinks and junk food.

As she was searching the fridge and pantry, there was a knock at the door. She chuckled as she made her way over.

"Wow, Sarah, you're right. Ordering from down the street does ensure speedy delivery."

"I haven't even gotten through yet," Sarah called back as Jenny opened the door. She felt her heart stop as a familiar faced stranger stood before her. Jenny knew exactly who she was looking at, but her brain couldn't process his face. This wasn't possible. He was dead.

"Jenny," he smiled and his voice sounded just like she remembered. This had to be a hallucination. Had she taken one too many pills today? "Sorry," he continued, "I didn't know if you changed the locks or… even you were even still here and…"

"What… I mean… how?" Jenny stumbled and looked out the door before looking back at the man before her. "You're dead."

"That's a wild story," he smiled. "Can I come in?"

"I… uh… I don't know," Jenny frowned. By all means, he was welcome, but Jenny still couldn't process that he was standing at her door. Hallucinations couldn't kill her – at least, she didn't think they could – but unless she could be sure that what she was seeing was actually what she was seeing, she didn't want Sarah to know.

"You don't know?" he chuckled. "I know it's been a while but, you remember me, right?"

"I… I remember it's just… Bill, you're dead."

"I'm not. It's a long story, I can tell you inside. Is Sarah home."

"Bill, you don't get it," Jenny said. "We know you're dead. Sarah took it hard, we both did and… honestly, this trick has been played before."

"Jen, it's me," Bill assured her as he caressed her face gently in his hand. "It's really me."

"Pizza's on it's way!" Sarah called out and her footsteps were approaching. Jenny didn't know what to do. Bill looked real, he sounded real and he felt real, but until she was sure, she didn't know what to do with Sarah. Unfortunately, before she could decide, Sarah saw her father standing at the door. Her phone dropped from her hand as she, like Jenny, stood in shock.

"Sarah!" Bill smiled and hurried into the house. He took his daughter in his arms and hugged her tight. Sarah frowned as confusion filled her whole body. This man, her father, was dead. As much as she hated to admit it, as much as it pained her to know, she was certain her father was gone.

She wanted to hug him. She wanted to burst into tears and let him hold her, comfort her, like he used to do. At the same time, she knew this couldn't be real. She didn't want to fall for this trap like Brody had done with Aiden. This reeked of Madam Oedius.

"But you're… you're dead?" Sarah pulled away from her father and looked up at him. "You died?"

"I thought I died," Bill nodded. "I thought, for sure, that it was the end but… I was saved."

"By Oedius?" Sarah asked. Bill shrugged.

"I… I don't know," he said. "All I remember was this big monster attacking the city. Eight monsters, in fact. He was right on top of me and… next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital room with someone telling me it's going to be fine."

"You were crushed. Mick said."

"Mick?" Bill asked.

"A friend," Sarah said. "We… together we tried to save you but… we couldn't. You…"

"I was in a bad way when I woke up," Bill said. "And I didn't remember anything from my rescue. Makes sense. Bruises and broken bones were the least of my worries at the time. I couldn't even remember my name for a while."

"Why didn't you reach out sooner?" Jenny asked. She had no doubt that for a long time, Bill would be unable to contact them, even if he wanted. However, he was standing before them now, and though he did have scars, he seemed to be doing well. Better than well, actually. He seemed healthy and strong. There was no way he could have woken up that morning feeling the way he did now. He had to be healthy for a while. "Why wait?"

"A lot is blurry," Bill admitted. "I barely remember much of… anything."

"Oedius," Sarah said. Her father looked to her.

"You keep saying that name."

"She's a monster."

"I think I'd remember a monster," Bill chuckled. "No monsters saved me, Sarah, I promise. I'm sorry I made you wait. I'm sorry I couldn't reach out to you sooner but I'm finally home."

"So… this is real?" Jenny asked. "No Madam Oedius? You're not going to just… disappear again?"

"I'm home for good," Bill nodded and took his wife's hand. "And I want it to be like I never left. I want to know what happened while I was gone."

"Uh… well…" Sarah said and scratched the back of her neck nervously. "Uh… that's a lot to talk about."

"What if we just start with pizza and Netflix?" Jenny suggested, and Bill nodded his head. He took his wife and daughter in his arms and hugged them both tight.

"Sounds perfect."