“Very nice to have you with us, Miss Hart. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with our drama club this year. We had such an amazing turn out last year with our production of West Side Story. The music and the acting and the fights! Oh! Which is a wonderful segue to introduce your senior teacher.” Ms. Randall gushed.

“Dr. Oliver.” Ms. Randall continued, scanning the seats for Tommy’s location. Had Kimberly heard the principal correctly? She knew that by coming into the school where Tommy worked, there would be the possibility of running into him, but she hadn’t counted on having to intentionally be glued to his side the entire first day. Fantastic, She groaned inwardly.“I hope I answered the ones he had,” laughed Kimberly. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Jayden pull a clear garbage bag onto his lap and begin fumbling around inside.

“I’m sure you did. He looks much happier.”
         "Psycho Rangers, huh?" Diskette asked in her clear, feminine voice, as she hovered around the medbay performing scans on the five afflicted Rangers lying on the pallets.

         "That's what they called themselves," Electra said, propping herself up on her elbows. Her voice had a vague, faraway feel.

         Zord-1's voice replied. "It stands to reason that there will be Psycho counterparts for the remaining Rangers as well."

         "Well, Their powers are still intact," Diskette said, analyzing the readouts. "Life signs stable...."

         "We told you, we're fine," Jared said slowly. It was obvious, However, that he wasn't fine. It wasn't anything physical, but there was a shadow behind the Ranger's eyes so deep and dark even the machines could see it.

“Kimberly?” called Jayden. “I think I’ve found the perfect one for you!”

Kimberly turned herself around to face him and was surprised when he plopped a red stuffed animal into her lap. She picked it up to look at it, her eyes widening when she realized what kind of stuffed animal it was.

“Do you like it? It’s a red tiger. It’s one of my favorite ones,” answered Jayden proudly.

“Is Dr. Oliver here?” Ms. Randall asked, still not seeing him. Perhaps it was because he was slithered down in his chair, hiding. He was just about to slip out through the swinging door when he heard a man’s voice call out. “Is that him?” It was Mr. Welch. Yes, Tommy was the loner, Kimberly was the cheerleader and Mr. Welch was the tattle tale. He wondered how it would look to the school board if he stuffed a co-worker into a locker . . .

“Shit, shit, shit.” He grumbled to himself as he rose up from his crouched position, looking sightly embarrassed. Kimberly narrowed her eyes at him, what a year this would be, she thought.