Troy had gone with the boys to wait for news on Gia. They were likely all going to spend the night at Emma's house. Her parents still hadn't come home so they could stay as long as they pleased and as long as Emma allowed them. Tired from his day of running around, Troy took a quick nap on the couch, certain that if they heard anything more from Emma about Gia, the boys would wake him up or tell him about it when he got out of bed.

He had another dream – like all the ones before with past Ranger teams and past red Rangers, only this one was very different from all of them. This one was about the white Samurai Ranger. He saw her briefly in uniform before his dream changed to a woman in white.

He had no flashes of the white Ranger in battle. He saw her life without ever once seeing her face. She had grown up on a farm. She had always known of her duty to be a Ranger, the yellow Ranger, but an illness prevented her from going down that path and she suffered from it for eight years. It was long enough for her parents to pass on her responsibilities as a yellow Ranger to her much younger sister, who, when duty called, left the house and the future white Ranger behind with no promise of ever returning.

Troy could not, for the life of him, understand what these dreams were or what they meant to him. More frustrating than that, he couldn't understand why he was the only one suffering from them.

When he woke up, he needed to clear his mind and decided to go for a run through the woods. It was peaceful out there, and he knew he wouldn't be interrupted. He told the boys he was going and then set off.

He liked to stick to his usual path because he didn't need to think about where he was going. He could focus solely on his dream and trying to decipher it.

He was very distracted when he focused on his thoughts, but his senses were still sharp. On a higher path, a little ways away from where he jogged, Troy saw someone speeding by on a bike. Only one person would come this far out on a bike. He ran to catch her, calling her name once. Emma didn't hear him and continued to ride. Troy went after her, curious as to where she could be going and why she wasn't with Gia.

She was faster on her bike, but Troy could follow her trail. He eventually caught up to her bike, but Emma was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he could hear her. She was signing. Her voice was soft and sweet and Troy couldn't believe how amazing she sounded. He sang too, on occasion, but only in the shower, and even he had to admit he wasn't that great.

He followed the sound of her voice to a clearing. Emma was walking through the field and singing. She hugged herself for comfort, and didn't notice Troy at all until he took a misstep and cracked a twig on the ground. The sudden noise made Emma scream and jump. She thought she had been alone. Her face turned red when she knew Troy had heard her singing.

"I…"

"I didn't know you could sing," Troy said. Emma shrugged her shoulders, walked over to a nearby tree and sat down. Troy took a seat beside her. "You're really good."

"Thanks. Mom can sing. I guess I get that from her."

"I've never heard that song before," Troy pointed out, "Did you…?"

"I wish. Mom used to sing it to me when I was little. Before she and dad started travelling a lot."

"Do they always leave you behind?"

Emma nodded her head, "They always say the trip's going to be boring. Dad will be on business, and mom just likes to shop. But then they come back with these amazing stories and pictures and mom's always got a bunch of cool stuff."

"It must be hard."

"Gia stays with me. When mom and dad are gone I have the house to myself, so we have sleepovers that last for weeks at a time. It's fun."

"Speaking of Gia," Troy looked over, "We thought you would stay at the hospital."

"I'm worried," Emma whispered. "Last time, it took a really long time for Gia to bounce back."

"How long?"

"This morning, Gia and I were talking about the newspaper article. You know, the story she told the paper and printed."

"I've seen it. That picture on the cover, it's beautiful. You and Gia both look really happy."

"This morning, Gia promised me she was going to try and start opening up to you guys. She was going to try trusting other people again. It took her until this morning to start really trying."

"And Cliff came after her…"

"Two years ago," Emma pulled her knees to her chest. "Serena's going to help her. Apparently, she's been through something similar, but it's just… what if Gia's gone for good, this time? I mean, I let her down twice now. What if she thinks she can't trust me?"

"You let her down?"

"She ignored me the first time, so I ignored her," Emma said. "I'm lucky she did come back. I didn't deserve it."

"And this time?"

Emma looked down at her ribs and sighed, "Loogies didn't hurt me. I met up with Cliff in the woods when we were training and I didn't tell Gia about it. If I had, maybe she would have been more careful."

"Does she know that?"

"I have to tell her," tears came to Emma's eyes, "All this happened because I didn't say anything. Now she's hurt, and I was too late to help her. I mean a stranger could find her and help her before I could. Serena was right there and I was…"

"Doing all you could."

"I could have been there sooner."

"Gia's going to be happy you were there at all. She's really lucky to have a friend like you," Troy got to his feet. "It's getting late. We should go back. Something tells me we'll have a lot of damage control to do at school tomorrow when the other kids hear about what happened."

Emma nodded and took Troy's hand as he helped her up. Just as she got to her feet, an awful piercing sound reached her ears. She clutched her head tightly, dropped to her knees, and tried to drown out the noise, but she couldn't even hear herself think. The noise was so loud; it was like nails on a chalkboard inside her head, and she couldn't shake it. She could barely move her body. The pain started in her ears, up to her head, and then traveled down the rest of her body.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped, but Emma still hurt everywhere. She placed her hand on the trunk of the tree beside her and pulled herself up. Troy rose slowly as well, and it looked like he had been in as much pain as she had. He placed his hand on her back.

"That sounds like me singing."

"What?" Emma rubbed her ear. The noise had stopped, but her ears were ringing loudly.

"What?" Troy has seen her lips move, but couldn't hear her over the ringing in his own ears. "I said…"

"What?"

"Home," Troy flicked his thumb over his shoulder and said the words slowly so Emma could read his lips. She understood, nodded her head, and followed him back home.