“Gosh, I hope so. I have enough stuff with me to last a month!” She giggled. She pulled the rearview mirror toward her, and unzipped her purse, pulling out a vibrant pink lipstick, which she began to apply.

“A month? Try a year!” Jason said as he pulled the mirror back to its original position.

Kimberly playfully slapped him on the arm.“Hey! I was using that!” She reached for the mirror again, but Jason started to tickle her. She started laughing, causing her opened purse to spill out of her lap and onto the floorboard.The trio walked down the street as the sun began was rising on the city. Very few people were out and the streets were very quiet. It was a surprising scene to catch in Florida, but the teenagers had all gotten used to it after a few days. The peace and quiet allowed them to focus their minds and relax before training. Birds chirped in the trees above and Kimberly smiled. She loved when the birds sang each morning. It made her feel glad to be alive.

Rita awoke in one of her moods. Her husband still snored on next to her. “Grrr…. Zedd stop snoring! How can I even sleep with you carrying on like that!” She whacked him upside the head.

“Mmm…. Stop that pooky… my evil teddy, mine….” He rolled over, drifting back into a deep sleep. Rita raised an eyebrow at him, but shook her head. She did not have any time to deal with Zedd’s sleep talking.

Rita padded down the hallway back to her balcony. Goldar and Finster were to be meeting her there that morning to further discuss their plans for Kimberly. As she arrived, she saw that neither Finster nor Goldar were waiting on her. Do I have to do everything myself? I need better minions. She tapped her foot impatiently and waiting for the two to show up.     "You'll meet her eventually," Deacon said. "and then you'll wish you hadn't."

Jareth laughed. "Those three step in when we need extra manpower, or one of us is wounded...you know. Things like that."

         "I see. Sounds like a good system."

         "It's worked so far."

         Jareth kicked back, resting his feet on the table. he glanced over at Deacon, who was getting himself another soda.

         "So," the Gold Ranger said. "What do you think Jell-o is made of?"