In the car, heading back to his office to plan his next move, Mr Tien was on the phone. He had a lot to co-ordinate in order to keep his plans forging ahead.

The new skyscraper was going to be a project that would bring millions into his company, and more importantly into his bank account. By the time the building was filled, something he was confident he'd accomplish in only a couple of months, it would be bringing in millions in rent every month.

He had already managed to overcome many obstacles. He had managed to find a city zoning official up for re-election that was willing to rescind the park's protected status on the quiet. He had found a business official that was happy to sell the land to him quietly before anyone else had the chance or even knew that the land could be bought. He had even paid off the few newspapers and local TV and radio stations he didn't own to keep mention of the deal to a minimum in order to prevent anyone forming any kind of meaningful objection to the project. Now, in the most important move, he had paid top dollar for a work crew to bring the tree down and get work started early in the morning on the same weekend a major movie franchise was releasing its latest instalment in the hopes that he would already be started and any protest would be a moot point by the time anyone knew about it.

Unfortunately, it seemed there were SOME kids who had gone to the Ribbon Tree before his workmen could get there. There were now kids occupying the tree. He now had to get the problem contained and get rid of them before he could proceed. As rich and powerful as he was, even he would never survive the publicity shit storm if he cut down a tree while a bunch of kids were sitting in it!

His first calls were to local news crews to ensure that they would maintain their silence, to make sure that they concentrated on other stories. The last thing he needed was to risk more trouble-makers getting involved. Half a dozen kids would have to leave eventually; if more people got involved then they could operate in shifts, allowing people time to go home for food and rest. It would open up the potential of a lengthy battle. With only a few people, they could last a day or so at most. Best case scenario they could see the futility of standing in the way of progress and give up in a matter of hours.

He was now on the phone to get an update from his foreman, who let him know that the protesters had split up. There were still protesters in the tree, but others had left, and he was sure he had heard them say they were going to drum up support. Now that there were only two kids left, he hoped that like most kids he had seen would get bored or frustrated when they didn't get their way instantly and walk away. With the local news on blackout, the kids had limited means to get the word out, but he had already learned in the modern world there were still ways to be frustratingly quick at mobilising a protest.

"I don't care, I don't want excuses, I want it done, PERIOD!" Mr Tien snapped at the phone, slamming it down. Al and Preston were sitting either side of him. Al looked over to Preston, and could see the dejected look on his face. He had never met Mrs Tien, he didn't even know if she was still in the picture, but the more he saw Preston the more he was convinced he had to take after his mother. Between the snarling, torn-faced, petulant, overgrown baby he saw lashing out over people not giving him what he wanted just because he asked for it, and the young man that was so quiet, meek and perhaps too polite for his own good young man sitting next to him, looking beaten down and morose, the two couldn't have been more different as people.

"You really told him Mr Tien." Victor said, smiling brightly. Monty nodded, but he too looked thoroughly miserable, and almost sick with it. Al hadn't heard what Sarah had said to him, but whatever it was; Monty hadn't been the same since.

"That's the way to get things in this world, let people know what you want and that you want it now!" Mr Tien told him sagely. "I'm far too busy to waste time being polite."

"Yeah, because I always find the guy at Starbucks is SO quick to serve me when I talk to him like shit." Al muttered under his breath. Mr Tien either didn't hear him or completely ignored him. He just sighed and looked to Preston.

"This little stunt you and your friends are pulling is costing me a lot of money." Mr Tien told him. "Do you know those workmen have to get paid, even if they aren't actually working? Every hour your friends hold them up, I'm losing money."

"Dad, I think that the tree is important..."

"Trees are cut down every day, Preston, where do you think your shelving units or the desk in your room or the wood for that magic cabinet I bought you comes from?" Mr Tien asked him. He took off his sunglasses and shook his head as he took a deep breath. "I'm just glad your mom's not around to see this."

Victor, Monty and Al all recoiled hearing this.

"Dude!" Victor said under his breath, barely even audible over the sound of the car engine. Al couldn't help feeling for Preston. He now knew what had happened, or at least he now knew that his mom wasn't around any longer. Now, Mr Tien was using her memory as a weapon against his own son.

"Mr Tien, I don't think..."

"I don't think how I speak to my son is any of your business Mr Thompson!" Mr Tien snapped at him.

"Mr Tien, you dead-mom shamed your son to make a point?" Al said angrily. "I understand you're angry but that is...that's...I don't even think I can say what that is in front of these kids!"

"Well, what makes you think I want parenting advice from you?" Mr Tien asked him. "What was it? Two, three years you were unemployable?"

"Stop the car!" Al called out, knocking on the glass between them and the driver. The limo pulled over and Al went for the door. Mr Tien grabbed him.

"You're still on the clock Mr Thompson." Mr Tien reminded him.

"Respectfully Mr Tien, I think its best I take some personal time." Al told him, looking to Preston. "I have a feeling if I stay, I'll say something we'll both regret."

"Perhaps it's already too late for that." Mr Tien answered. Al just got out of the car and slammed the door. Mr Tien didn't dwell too much on this. He could deal with Al later; right now he was more concerned with his project. He leaned in towards Preston.

"Your mother was always supportive of me. She helped me build this business and I'm not about to let a bunch of teenagers who don't know the first thing about life or how to succeed tear it down." Mr Tien told him. "Son, I need you to get your friends out of that tree. Understood?"

He looked at Preston, who just nodded. This was an instinctive reaction for him by now. His dad had always been driven, he saw anyone objecting to him as an obstacle, as a foe to be crushed. He never wavered from his path and he never listened to anyone else, at least...he hadn't since Preston's mom had died. She was a calming influence on him, a peacemaker that would ease out the tension in a situation whenever it arose. When lung cancer took her from them all those years ago, it left a void in the family Preston wasn't sure could ever be filled.

"Understood?" Mr Tien reiterated. Preston now knew that he wasn't satisfied with a nod; he wanted to hear the words.

"I'll do it dad." Preston told him. "I'll ask my friends to leave."

"A Tien doesn't ASK son." He reminded him. "A Tien TELLS. I want them gone by the end of the day."

With that, he knocked on the glass to signal to the driver to stop and let Preston out. As the Blue Ranger closed the door, Mr Tien looked to Victor and Monty and smiled as though the last few minutes of conversation had been as mundane as a chat about the weather.

"So, who's hungry?" He asked. "I know a great sushi place nearby."

In the city, Sarah and Levi were handing out flyers. Levi had been kind enough to spring for some to be made up at a local copy place, who were more than happy to offer them a discount, charging for only 500 and giving them 1000 and even putting one up in their window. Sarah was sure that Levi's presence and the fact he spent a good few minutes taking selfies with the staff had a lot to do with that decision.

Brody had taken some and gone one way, while they had gone another, and they had spent the last hour handing them out wherever they could.

"See you at the Ribbon Tree." Sarah said cheerfully as she handed a flyer to a couple at a bus stop that she got a feeling only took the flyer as a way to get her to leave them alone and get back to their date. She rejoined Levi who was handing out a whole bunch to a crowd of teenage girls.

"There's a restaurant just up ahead, it'll be a great place to put up flyers." Levi told her.

"I don't think there is." Sarah said, looking around. She hadn't been in Summer Cove long, but she did know a reasonable bit of the area. She was sure that most of the local area was currently commercial properties.

"I'm telling you, there's a great place up ahead, I used to come here every time I was in Summer Cove. They do THE best hot dogs you have ever tasted!" He assured her. Sarah didn't look convinced. "I swear, follow me, it's just around..."

As they rounded the corner, they were confronted by an office block. Levi just looked completely confused.

"What? Where's the restaurant?" Levi asked, looking confused.

"I don't know Levi, but it looks like this building's been here a while." Sarah told him. He just started pointing to it, looking more irritated now than confused.

"No, I'm sure...I've been here dozens of times, it was right there!" He said, looking determined. He stopped a young guy, probably an intern of some description, walking out of the building with a long list that looked like a lunch order. "Sir, what happened to the restaurant here?"

"Restaurant?" He asked. "Dude, maybe there was a restaurant here...like ten or twelve years ago. This place has been an office since I was in Grade School."

Levi released the kid, who just walked away. Sarah could see the look on Levi's face and felt sorry for him. While he put a brave face on it, they knew he was still having issues with his memory after Madame Odious' conditioning.

"Levi, it's...it's alright to be confused." Sarah told him.

"I was so sure though." Levi told her. "I can remember having a birthday party here...I think...I had cake and hotdogs and..."

He let out a groan of frustration as he kicked a can down the street. He remembered the hotdogs and the cake, but he started to realise that was all he remembered now. It looked like just like other things, his memories were getting mixed up.

"Levi, we all know what Odious did to you, no one blames you for that." Sarah said sympathetically. "It's like...the other day I told Tom you didn't like board games."

"I don't." Levi responded.

"Tom said you never HAD board games." Sarah informed him. Levi leant against a wall and took a deep breath, his temper starting to build up. This was yet another thing that didn't add up in his own life. "You already told us you don't really remember much of anything before Tom's dad took you in. Maybe...maybe that relates to something from before you went to them?"

"That doesn't make any sense though; my autobiography just said I was on the streets as long as I remember before they found me." Levi commented her. "That witch scrambled my brains like well-cooked eggs. I swear if I get a shot at her..."

"Hey, it's alright." Sarah said sympathetically. "We'll help you figure it all out. Just...try not to let it get to you."

"It's easy for you to say, it's not you that can't even remember your own life." Levi grumbled.

"Oh, believe me, there are times I definitely wish I couldn't remember!" Sarah chuckled. "Come on, we've got more flyers to hand out!"

As they left though, Levi couldn't help looking back. He was so sure about that restaurant, how could he have gotten that so wrong?

Elsewhere, Brody was heading through a parking lot, putting flyers under car windshields. He knew that it was something that always irritated his dad, finding something under his windshield wiper when he came back after a trip to the stores, but there was one thing that was common, he always read what was there. Since cops and parking wardens generally put citations under windshield wipers, whenever someone saw something under their windshield wiper they would instinctively take it and read it to make sure they weren't being fined for something. He nodded in satisfaction.

"This ought to bring a few people out." He said, looking up to the billboard by the cinema. "The first showing should be breaking up any minute now."

Trapsaw watched from a dark corner as Brody continued on is way, putting up more flyers. He giggled like a child as he looked into the camera.

"The Red Ranger is walking right into one of my ingenious traps!" He declared proudly. "Look over there, any second now..."

Brody walked right across a large X painted on the ground. He actually stopped and looked down, looking at it curiously, before standing up and looking around. However, after a good minute or so with nothing happening, he just shrugged his shoulders and carried on his way. Trapsaw ran out of his hiding space as the Red Ranger walked away.

"What? It didn't work!" Trapsaw called out as the buzz-cam looked back to him for his reaction. He ran out into the street.

"HEY!" He yelled in frustration. "Come back here!"

Brody turned around to see Trapsaw. He could hardly believe he was seeing Ripperat, a monster he had already defeated twice, but before he could do anything, a massive wrecking ball swung from the side and straight into him, sending him flying way out of sight. Brody knew better than to just assume the monster was defeated and ran after him, searching for him. He found Trapsaw rolling around on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Aw, I messed it up again!" He whined. Brody now was completely confused. This didn't sound like Ripperat at all. He sounded more like a whining child.

"Ripperat?" He asked. "What was that, some kind of trap?"

"Obviously!" Trapsaw grumbled as he finally got back to his feet. "And I'm NOT Ripperat! He was my brother! I'm Trapsaw!"

"Brother?" Brody asked. "So...this is some kind of revenge thing?"

"You and your friends destroyed my brother." He called out. "TWICE!"

"So you thought you'd take us on?" Brody asked. "Seeing how well your trap worked that doesn't seem that smart."

"Oh, and I suppose you're just going to drop your grudge against Galvanax for what he did to your dad and your brother?" Trapsaw asked. Brody just nodded and shrugged. He couldn't argue with that point. He wasn't going to just forgive and forget Galvanax for what he did to his family, so it seemed only natural a monster would feel the same. "Now I'm going to destroy you and your friends for what you did to my brother..."

"You're making me look bad you fool!" Ripcon announced as he arrived, kicking Trapsaw straight up the backside. "I sent you on your revenge mission because I believed in you. Now I see you're incompetent! Get out of my sight! Find the other Rangers and deal with them!"

"I'll create another one of my ingenious traps!" Trapsaw cackled as he ran away, leaving Ripcon to confront Brody. The Red Ranger smiled.

"OK, now it makes a bit more sense." Brody commented. "You're using that monster and his grudge to get a re-match aren't you?"

"You catch on quick Red Ranger!" Ripcon announced as some buzz-cams flew into the area to capture the action. "It's finally time for me to finish you myself! I should have done this ten years ago!"

"You should have." Brody answered. "You might have beaten me when I was only eight. Now, you don't stand a chance! NINJA SPIN!"