He stood watching the water slam into the rocks below; he felt the need to slam his fist into something— or rather someone. As a leader to the Turbo Ranger he had failed his friends and the Rangers before him. He knew Jason was disappointed in his leadership, but he felt worse, for breaking a promise he had made.

That shamed him.

"I promise to bring him back, Justin," he promised the Blue Ranger.

What happened was out of his hands. It was Andros who was with Zordon during his final moments. He wasn't there, but he was aware of the golden wave, although at the time he didn't know where it came from. Until Andros told him.

"I broke the tube," Andros sobbed, "He . . . he . . . told me to do it. How can I look at the former Rangers and tell them that I killed Zordon?"

That task of telling them was left to him. He had gone to look for Tommy, but found Jason with him. He’d never forget their reaction to the news. Shock, disappointment, and hatred. He couldn't blame them, for finding out their father had gone forever. He might have come out of the place bruised if Tommy hadn't stopped Jason.

For Tommy's presence he was glad, but somehow he now wished he had walked out when he had the chance. But he wasn't the type of person to delay with such news.

He had done his goddamn best. He followed Divatox into space, helped Andros find his sister. If he could have seen this far into the future he would have changed the outcome of it. Changed the way others felt. He could only understand their loss to a certain limit, simply because he didn't know what it was like to lose someone like that. He wasn't under Dimitria's mentorship for long; since her time on Earth had been short once news of Zordon's capture reached her.

He watched the view before him, letting the sound of the water calm him.

He had often come here for peace and understanding. At times he got both, or sometimes neither, after he got the Turbo Powers. And sometimes he wanted to get away from the human contact which was a lot more demanding now than before.

He took a deep breath and glanced at his watch; he had been here for longer than he had planned; that was one thing he loved about the ocean, here the time was endless, and you could spend the whole day and still come back the next. But now he had to face Andros and tell him of his meeting with Jason and Tommy.

"DECA, I'm ready to teleport," he told the computer on the megaship through his communicator. Knowing he wouldn't get a reply, he teleported out into a column of blue.

"Where's Andros?" he asked DECA.

"In his quarters," the computer replied.

He made his way deep into the ship, and came to stop in front of Andros' room. He knocked.

"Come in," and the door swished open. He looked for his leader in the dark, knowing he was waiting. "Leave the light off," he ordered.

He frowned, but left the light off, shrugging.

"How did it go?" the Red Space Ranger asked.

"Not as well as I expected." Sensing Andros' confusion, he went on to explain. "Jason nearly had his fist in my face, but I'm not bruised as you expected." He added the last bit with some humor in it.

He heard Andros laugh humorlessly. "Is that all?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Jason sent a message for you." Even though he couldn't see in the dark, he knew Andros was worried. "He said, Come near any of his Rangers, and you will deal with him."

A sigh came from the other end of the room.

"It wasn't as easy as I first thought," Andros said slowly. "But it's better than what I feared." He sighed. "I wish I hadn't send you to do it."

"Yeah, well, forget about it, Andros." He waved the apologies away. "We’re a team and we stick together."

He left the room.

TJ Johnson had done his best as a Red Ranger during his leadership and now he hoped things would someday go back to normal. He was thinking far into the future now, so that ray of hope would flicker until the end