Though most students used their lunch period to eat, socialize and relax, the Rangers were hard at work. They had taken their assignment and bet seriously and wanted to come up with the best project they could. Brody, Preston and Kelly were up in the library, working on the design for their idea while Calvin, Hayley and Sarah already had an idea and design, and were figuring out who had to write the paper.

"We should all come up with the ideas for it," Hayley said. "Like the presentation, the impact it could have on society, and that stuff."

"But who is actually going to sit and write it?" Calvin asked. Suddenly, he threw his hand up, "Not it!"

He nudged Hayley, "Come on, Hayls. Not it? Not it?"

Hayley only glared at Calvin. When he shrugged, her eyes quickly shifted over to Sarah. Calvin realized his mistake, turned to the pink Ranger and smiled awkwardly.

"What flavour ice-cream do you want?"

"Strawberry," she told him. "Always strawberry."

"Coming up," he said as she got up to wait in line. Hayley looked to her friend with a shake of her head.

"He means well."

"I know," Sarah smirked. "I just love ice-cream."

"So, while he's gone, explain how these cookies… work?"

"I'll figure out the technical stuff," Sarah promised. "I'll just need your help with building, and you and Calvin can figure out the writing part. But, for ideas, I know what you can say."

"Shoot."

"What kills any diet?"

"A lack of self-control."

"Deep," Sarah said, then shook her head. "A little less… spot-on."

"Cravings."

"Right. Cravings for…"

"Cookies?"

"Sweets," Sarah smiled. "So, what if you could give into your cravings, but not blow your diet. You know, eat healthy, nutritious meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner?"

"You should probably solve the obesity crisis," Hayley said, then gasped. "Oh my god, you're going to solve the obesity crisis."

"Well, maybe not that far," Sarah shook her head. "Too much of anything is still bad for you. But you're on the right track. All the goodness of a cookie with all the nutrients of a…"

"Excuse me," a girl said as she gently tapped Sarah on the shoulder. "You're Sarah, right?"

"Yeah. How can I help?"

"I'm Melanie," the girl answered. "Um… we haven't technically met before but… we kind of worked together."

"Worked?" Sarah frowned. She never had a job before. She hadn't been old enough to work until recently and now was too busy being a Ranger to hold down even a summer job. "Uh, are you sure you have the right Sarah? There are like ten of us in this school."

"You look just like her," the girl nodded.

"Who?"

"Kathryn."

"Who?" Sarah asked again just before it hit her. She got up, grabbed Melanie by the arm and dragged her out of the cafeteria and down to the washroom. Hayley followed close behind, curious as to what was happening.

"You know my mother?" Sarah asked Melanie, who nodded her head.

"I worked with her. Two months," she said.

"Your mother?" Hayley frowned. "Wait, the prostitute?"

"Sex worker," Melanie said as she nodded her head. "But yeah. When Kathryn and Drex were arrested, a lot of us girls were taken in too. Most went to jail but the judge felt I could be saved."

"That's great," Sarah smiled, but Melanie shook her head.

"Do you know where your mother is? Like… where they sent her?"

"No," Sarah answered. She didn't want to know. Melanie sighed.

"Drex?"

Sarah shook her head again, "I put that behind me. You probably should too."

"I can't do the sober thing," Melanie said. "I can't do this school, this life… none of it. Drex wasn't great but… He's better than my parents."

"Wait, are you saying you want to go back to prostitution?" Hayley asked.

"I had a roof over my head, food, a steady job," Melanie nodded. "Drex may have been a little rough on me at times…"

"Rough doesn't begin to describe him," Sarah frowned. "More like… savage."

"But he's the best I've got," Melanie said. She looked to Sarah desperately, "Look, I got you out, okay. I helped your mother, they clearly found you and took care of you…"

"You helped them?"

"We paid the hooker for information about you," Hayley nodded, recalling that night. "Don't ask about it."

"Sex worker," Melanie corrected. "Look, this isn't for everyone. You had a chance, I helped you get out. I'm not like you. You need to help me get back in. Can you find out where Drex or your mother are?"

"No."

"Sarah, please, you've got to help me."

"I am," Sarah said. "You're not going back to him."

"But…"

"Just, trust me, okay," Sarah said. "You got me out of trouble, now it's my turn to help you."

"But…"

"I'll figure something out," Sarah promised. "Just… give me a couple of days. Meet me here Friday, alright?"

"Fine. One week," Melanie nodded. "But if you won't help me…"

"I promise I will," Sarah said. Melanie let out a sigh then left the bathroom. Hayley turned to Sarah.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, but I just bought us a week."

"Us?"

"Please?" Sarah begged. "Come on, you can't let Melanie go back to that life, can you?"

"No, but…"

"Great, so you'll help!"

"What about our project? It's due Monday."

"We'll still have time to work on it," Sarah promised and pulled Hayley out of the bathroom, where they found Calvin roaming the halls for them. When he saw them coming out, he frowned.

"There you are! Where did you go? I had to eat the first ice-cream and buy another."

"We're helping a girl out of prostitution," Hayley answered, then Sarah continued to pull her down the hall. "Where are we going?"

"We can't waste any time," Sarah said. Calvin watched them go with a frown, then looked to the girls' bathroom door.

"What the hell happens in there?" he asked. Then he noticed Sarah had never taken her ice-cream and smirked. "Sweet, round two!"