"Where am I?" Tommy asked no one in particular.
"Here put these on quick." A deep baritone voice said as some clothes were tossed in Tommy's direction.
"What?" Tommy asked confused as he started to get dressed.
"Hurry up!" The owner of the voice who happened to be the man from the Dojo hissed. "We got to get out of here before they come back."
Tommy shut up as he finished getting dressed. He joined the man at the door when he was done. The red head that was with the man was standing outside the door keeping an eye out for intruders. When the teen nodded an okay the man grabbed Tommy's wrist and dragged him out of the cold room.
"I-I remember passing your place and then a car hitting mine." Tommy whispered. "Did I pass out?"
"Something like that." The man replied as he looked over his shoulder.
Tommy looked over his shoulder and read the name of the room. It was the Morgue. Tommy felt like he was going to be sick.
"Something like that." Joe replied.
"So I am going to be eighteen forever?" Tommy asked still confused.
"You will never see nineteen." The man who dragged him out of the morgue sighed. "You also need to learn how to defend yourself."
"Why's that?" Tommy asked. "Is someone going to come after me because I can't die?"
"Well yeah." The red head replied. "We are in this thing called The Game. There are rules and one of those rules is learning how to fight."
"That's nothing new." Tommy sighed. "I've been fighting for my life for over three years now. Uh... I never got your names."
"I'm Richie Ryan, and this is Duncan MacLeod." The red head smiled. "What do you mean by fighting for your life?"
"Angel Grove." Joe sighed as he thought. "That place sounds familiar.... Wait a second... You're one of the Power Rangers!"
"Yeah." Tommy smiled. "We've been fighting forces of evil for years now. Rita Repulsa, Lord Zedd, Master Vile, The Machine Empire, and Divatox. Wait till I tell the others. They will flip."
"You can't tell the others Tom." Joe sighed. "They know you're dead."
"What?!" Tommy's face drained of color at that statement.
"You mean I can never see my friends again?" Tommy whispered. "I can never tell Kim how much I love her?"
When all three men shook their heads Tommy felt his life go down the tube. He was alone, again, forever. In a burst of anger, and adrenaline Tommy ran out of the Bar and into the park that was about a mile away.
"Why?!" Tommy cried. "Why am I cursed?!" Tommy pushed his face into the earth as he sobbed. He thought he should just ask Duncan to end it and take his head, or Richie. All he wanted was his endless suffering to stop before it even started. His thoughts were a whirlwind in his head. They would have stayed that way but a feeling overcame him. It was in him and around him all at once. Tommy looked up and saw Richie standing over him with a understanding look on his face.
"So you know how I feel?" Tommy asked Richie as they walked around the park.
"Some ways more than others." Richie replied. "I lost a lot of people dear to me due to my immortality. But I held on to the good memories and trashed the bad ones."
"But I don't want to just drop Kim and the others. They need me... The world needs me." Tommy protested.
"That part of the world can't have you. Those bad guys you mention, they used you to hurt your friends. If you went back there and those creeps got their hands on you a lot of bad stuff could happen. It's safer for you and your friends."
"Yeah I guess you're right." Tommy sighed. "So I just got to wait till I find the right path in my life."
"We all do." Richie replied. "Just remember.... There can be only one. And you may have to wait for a long time."
"I know." Tommy chuckled. "But who wants to live forever?"