Troy woke up in a cold sweet and on a strange floor. He, Jake, and Noah had fallen asleep playing video games – proven by the TV screen flashing game over in each of their character's boxes. Troy turned off the TV, crawled out of his sleeping bag and quietly walked out of the room and to the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face and looked into the mirror.

He had had another dream, but this was far different from the last. Jake had only been teasing when he said he wanted Troy to warn him if he was going to die, but this was no joke.

Troy's dream involved a great war, like many of them did. His team of Rangers, as well as many others from the past were all there fighting against an army of evil monsters. It was a great battle, bigger than anything Troy had seen before. And, unlike other great battles before, if the good team didn't win, the world wouldn't just change, it would be destroyed. All of humanity would be wiped out.

But, like in all wars, there were casualties on both sides. Troy had seen Rangers fall before in his dreams, but they were Rangers from teams he didn't know. While it was sad, there was a level of distance. Troy could easily shake off their deaths and tell himself he would do his best, should his dream come true, to save as many lives as possible.

This time, it was his team that had died. Jake, Noah, Gia, and Emma all sacrificed their lives for the greater good and Troy was helpless to stop them. It hurt to think the only people he wanted to form a friendship with in years might be ripped away from him.

He wasn't sure what the dreams meant. Occasionally they came true, like his dream of Megaforce Red, but not all of them had happened yet, and some dreams were variations of other dreams. His teammates had never died before, but tonight they had.

If he was trying to be psychic, he was failing miserably at it. No one would pay to hear a list of different ways their life might turn out.

"Dude, is everything okay?" there was a knock on the bathroom door as Jake came to check up on Troy. "You've been gone too long for this to just be a midnight pee. Unless it's a dump, in which case…"

Troy opened the bathroom door. Both Noah and Jake were standing there. He invited them in.

Jake sniffed the air before he walked in. Troy closed the door behind the boys and then took a seat on the edge of the tub. He rubbed his face in his hands and sighed.

"I had another dream."

"Future dream?" Jake asked. He jumped up and sat on the counter. Noah, reluctantly, lowered the lid and sat on the toilet.

"Yeah."

"Well, unless I die…" Jake tried to tease but Troy looked up to him with a very serious expression. Jake's face fell, "Oh…"

"It might not come true," Troy tried to comfort him. "It was the same war, a great war, and you guys have never died before…"

"Guys?" Noah suddenly grew very concerned, "You mean, it's not just Jake that's going to die? That would have been fine with me but…"

"Dude," Jake slapped his friend in the chest, "You'd miss me."

Noah rolled his eyes before turning back to Troy, "So… how do we die?"

"Heroically," Troy answered. "It's a war. How else? The bad guys got you. You… uh… got shot and bled out before anyone could help."

"And me?" Jake asked.

"Sword through the chest."

"A sword?" Jake shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, there are worse ways to go, I guess."

"Do you think this could happen? Noah asked, "Like, is this really what the future holds? I mean, this Ranger business, I know it's risky but… has a Power Ranger ever died before?"

"Yeah," Troy nodded his head. Jake and Noah looked to him with a mixture of concern, fear, and curiosity. Troy pointed to his head, "I also get dreams of the past. I've seen a few Rangers from past teams die."

"It's a high risk job," Jake said, "I guess… it was always in the cards. We've been pretty lucky no one's been seriously hurt yet."

"And we need to keep it that way," Troy stood up, "I know we agreed to play video games, but what if tomorrow we go out to the woods and train for a bit? The more prepared we are, the better our chances of coming out alive. We can practice a few Ranger rescues scenarios. You know, in case one of us does get hurt in the middle of the battle and escape isn't an option."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Noah nodded his head and turned to Jake. The black Ranger nodded his head.

"I can call the girls. See if they're up for a training lesson."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door before it slowly started to open. The boys tensed up just as Jake's father poked his head into the bathroom.

"Do I want to know what's going on here?" he asked.

"We're just going over ideas for our science project," Jake explained quickly, "Troy's kind of freaking out about it."

"And you're doing it in the bathroom? You know, Jake, your mother and I bought you that desk for a reason, right? You use it to study and work on assignments."

"We needed water," Noah lied, "Sorry, Mr. Holling. We'll just finish up in here and then we'll go back to bed."

"Alright," Jake's father slowly started to leave the room, "If you boys need to talk about anything… talk to your own fathers."

"Will do," Troy and Noah both nodded their heads. Jake reached over to turn on the tap and waited a couple of minutes until he was sure his father was in bed. Then the boys went back to Jake's room to get some sleep.