| "This morning, I was wondering about people's presence have changed this planet. But now, I'm so proud of how we protect it too." |

Harwood County, California.

As the sun set, illuminating the sky a beautiful orange, you could hear the clamor of yet another battle between the Power Rangers and whatever evil force tried to invade this town. Zap after zap, blow after blow, explosion after explosion, you heard it all.

And soon, the battle ended…and the cheers of the Power Rangers celebrating yet another victory resounded.

Growing up in Harwood, you had gotten used to the sight of the Power Rangers. Normal people by day, then when times of trouble came, they donned their uniforms and fought like hell for peace.

You had admired them. Their skill, their camaraderie, their friendliness, their selflessness…they were model citizens. And growing up, you sought to be like - if not outright join - them. You had attended fan conventions, you joined their summer camps, you tried to be a hero in your own small ways, you had gotten merch from them - and yes, you had a few steamy dreams about bedding the female Power Rangers. A poster of those Power Rangers had fueled your fantasies, both awake and asleep…

So here you were, studying for a long test next week. It was the weekend, so you looked forward to relaxing.

6pm. A knock on the door.

You thought it was your parents, so you went out of your room to open the door…

Only to see the Pink Power Ranger - Emma Goodall - herself, standing at your doorway.

She was one of your “dream girls” - the ones that you had always fantasized about. Tall and curvy, with perfect brunette hair and matching eyes.

She smiles at you.

“Oh, um, hey,” she says. “Sorry if I came here, my communicator’s broken and, well…there’s no public transit to the, uh, headquarters. Is it okay if I stay here for the night?”