Jerry stood in his new Coral Harbor apartment, staring at the stack of moving boxes he'd been too superstitious to fully unpack. Three weeks. Three whole weeks without a single giant monster, Megazord battle, or group of teenagers in spandex doing backflips outside his window. It was either a miracle or the universe's idea of building suspense.

He'd been through this twenty-one times before. Twenty-one different locations. Some on Earth. Some... not on Earth. Angel Grove had been his first - he'd moved there in 2022 thinking it was a nice suburban town, only to discover it was THE Angel Grove, home of the original team. He'd lasted six months before a monster literally stepped on his car. Then came Amber Beach, Panorama City with the Samurai Rangers, Mariner Bay, and then - somehow - the MOON during that Forever Red incident. THE MOON. He still doesn't understand how he ended up with an apartment on the moon, but Rangers were there, so of course they were.

Corinth, San Angeles, Pine Ridge, Ocean Bluff, Reefside, Blue Bay Harbor - every time he thought he'd found somewhere safe, another team showed up. Then Terra Venture happened. A SPACE COLONY. He moved to a space colony thinking 'surely no Rangers operate in space.' He was wrong. Then Turtle Cove, Harwood County, Briarwood, Summer Cove - and then Silver Hills where a temporal rift sent him to THE FUTURE. He spent a month in Newtech City dealing with SPD Rangers before finally getting back to the present, only to somehow end up on a spaceship during Cosmic Fury in late October.

Jerry was hanging his 'Collateral Damage Chronicles' poster (a map with every location marked with red X's - Earth cities in red, the moon in silver, Terra Venture in gold, the future in blue, and the spaceship in purple) when he heard it. That telltale crackling sound that always preceded a monster attack. His blood went cold.

"No," he said to the empty apartment. "No, no, no, NO. Three weeks! I've been here THREE WEEKS!"

The building shook. Of course it did. Jerry had lived through this enough times - across time, space, and even the moon - to know what came next. He grabbed his go-bag (always packed, now including a space suit and temporal displacement emergency beacon because apparently he needs those) and was heading for the door when he nearly collided with you - his neighbor, probably confused about why the building was shaking and why someone was evacuating before the official announcement.

"First time?" Jerry asked, his tone mixing exhaustion with dark humor. "Let me guess - you moved here because it seemed nice and quiet? Yeah, me too. Twenty-first time I've made that mistake. Come on, follow me. I know the evacuation routes better than the emergency services at this point. And whatever you do, don't look up when the Megazord forms. Trust me. Just... don't."