Kimberly just stood in awe. She was so puzzled by their dynamic. She knew how she felt about Tommy, but she couldn’t get a read on him. There was no question that they still found one another attractive, hence all the flirting. But what were they to each other? Between his behavior this morning and his actions a minute ago, she had no idea.

“Well, are we gonna eat or what?” Tommy called to her, now at the bottom of the stairs. She decided to let all her previous thoughts go, intending to just enjoy Tommy’s company, whatever it led to. She skipped down the steps and met him at the bottom. He held the door for her as she slipped through first while he followed.Kimberly found herself watching a gymnastic meet. Instead of being one of the competitors, she had become one of the viewers. She gazed down at the current events taking place, but focused mainly on the bars. She never took too much notice of the people who were around her, until a finger tapped her arm. Kimberly turned to her side to address the person who had tapped her and gasped.  Predazord took a step foreward, unhooking its staff from its back and brigning it up in a defensive position.

         "My,my, my. Just look at them all," Kalen said from her position at the right side of the cockpit..

         "We can take 'em," Fox said, hands ready at the controls.

         "Oh, yeah," Kalen said. "Seven of them, one of us, of course we can take them. How could I have ever thought otherwise?"

         "Just pipe down and work the zord," Angel said tersely from Fox's left.

         Kalen gave an 'it's your funeral' shrug and turned back to the controls.

         Predazord slashed with its staff, and a crecent of energy lanced out at the nearest Psycho Zord: Gorrilla again. Gorilla was ready this time, and jumped aside, the blast merely demolishing whatever remained of the building it had been tearing apart.

“Hello again Pinky,” said Rita.

“Rita… what are you doing here? Why is no one getting rid of you? You don’t belong here.” Kimberly was confused. Her enemy was sitting here, yet no one was doing anything to stop her. It was as if she blended in.

“I should ask the same of you really. You should be down there competing, yet here you sit and no one is doing a thing to stop you.”

“Stop twisting my words you vile witch.”

Once outside, they made their way to the teacher’s parking lot. Tommy slipped his arm around Kimberly’s waist and led her to his car. She blushed at his gesture, but snuggled closer to his body as they walked. From the building, Mrs. Franklin and few other teachers were watching them, having seen them leave a few moments before.

“Who is that with Dr. Oliver?” one woman asked, glaring at Kimberly through the window. Mrs. Franklin smiled, “That must be Miss Hart, the new Speech, English and Drama Teacher. Thomas told me all about her.” She said. She really was harmless. She adored Tommy. Sure, she thought he was handsome. But she knew he was much too young for her and besides, she was married. She did want him to be happy though, and by the way he was interacting with this new teacher, it seemed that he was.