Sarah didn't have many answers. Her friends claimed that before they could really tell her what she needed to hear, they needed to know for themselves what had happened. So, Mick and RedBot ran her through a few tests and scans, just to be sure everything was okay.

So far, nothing unusual had come up on the scans. According to RedBot, there was still some mild scaring in her brain, but it was nothing compared to the damage that used to be present. Her balance was fine and there was no sensitivity to noise or light.

Her patience had been tested too, as she was forced to answer many questions about what she remembered, who her friends were, how old she was, where she lived and what colour Ranger she was.

Finally, they were on the last test, with Mick and the Rangers showing her images on the one working computer they had left in the lab. Sarah was supposed to say what she saw.

"A hammer," she said. "Nails. A spoon. A fork. A tissue. A chair. A cat."

"Good," Mick smiled. "All right."

"Alright we're done?"

"No, those are all right," he said, then switched to the next image. However, instead of a picture, this was a word. Sarah shook her head.

"What's that?"

"Read it."

"Is it English?"

Mick looked to the word, then nodded.

"What does it say?"

"Are you sure that's English?"

"Interesting," Mick said. He tried not to appear worried. "Let's try this."

He swapped out the word for another. Sarah shook her head.

"Still not English."

"Portuguese," he said. "Can you read that?"

"That?" Sarah pointed to the word. "No. That's not Portuguese or English. That's gibberish."

"Okay, try this," Mick said and this time he changed the word. Sarah shook her head.

"Gibberish."

"This one?"

"Babble."

"This?" Mick asked and showed Sarah her own name. Sarah looked to it like all the others and shook her head.

"I don't know, Mick. Football?"

"Interesting," Mick said. He then offered Sarah a pencil and paper. "Can you write your name for me?"

Sarah scribbled on the paper and then handed it back to Mick. He looked it over and couldn't make out a single letter she wrote. He sighed then looked to RedBot.

"We're going to have to tell her mother she died."

"Is she okay?" Kelly asked, coming over to take Sarah's hand.

"The stutter is gone," Mick said. "She's alive."

"I sense a but," Brody said. Mick nodded his head.

"As we've seen, there is still some impairment."

"Impairment?" Sarah frowned. Mick showed her writing.

"You couldn't identify a single word, or spell your name," he said. "Now, this may improve, and we should consider it a blessing you're alive, but since there's still some damage to your brain, I think this might be as good as it gets."

"So… she can't read or write?" Hayley asked. "But everything else is… okay?"

"I can't say anything about the seizures," RedBot said. "But considering her brain does look much better than in our last test, I think we can say there will be some improvement there. They probably won't occur as often."

"But the rage stopped?" Kelly asked. "I mean, when Sarah gets angry, it'll be her choice, right?"

"Improvements across the board except with reading and writing," RedBot confirmed. He looked to Sarah, "If I were you, I'd take that as a win."

Sarah nodded her head. She was still a little foggy on the details. She remembered her seizures, and she remembered the stuttering that had been brought on by Kelly's mother's shocks. Sarah remembered losing control of her temper and becoming violent towards her friends. She still couldn't look Mick in the eye as she was embarrassed she had hurt him.

But if he and RedBot were right, that was in the past. She hated that she couldn't read or write, and she wasn't sure what that would mean for her college applications or her dream of becoming an engineer, but she told herself her odds were much better than they were before her death.

A sentence that was still weird to utter. She had died. Jenny was going to freak out.

"Can I still be the pink Ranger?" she asked. Mick nodded his head.

"Your Power Star chose you," he said. "From our scans, it has adapted. It should protect you from direct blows to the head, reducing your risk of injury. I don't see why you can't resume your duties."

"You don't need to be able to read to kick butt," Preston smiled. Sarah nodded her head.

"Can I go home now?"

"I'll take you," Kelly said and held Sarah's hand as she walked out with her. When they were outside, she hugged Sarah tight. "You scared the shit out of me today, you know that?"

Sarah returned the hug and let herself be comforted by Kelly. She nodded her head, "I'm sorry."

"You earned us a new Zord, at least," Kelly said. "And while I wouldn't recommend it, it was an effective method to stop the stuttering."

"I'll try something a little less lethal next time," Sarah chuckled. Kelly let her go, then looked her in the eyes.

"You know, when school starts up again, I can do your homework for you. I mean, you'll still do it but if you need a scribe, I'll volunteer. Tests, essays, whatever you need. As long as you promise to still help me with math."

"I wonder if that's something I can only do in my head now," Sarah asked. Kelly shrugged. She picked up her phone and sent Sarah a text with a simple math equation. Sarah glanced at it, then sighed. "Mental math it is."

"Seriously?"

"Could be worse, I guess," Sarah answered. They started their walk home, with Kelly texting Jenny to say they were on their way. About halfway back, Sarah stopped and Kelly turned to look at her.

"You okay?" she asked. Sarah nodded her head.

"I remember trashing the base," Sarah said. "Then we talked after. I asked if you wanted to break up with me?"

"You were upset," Kelly nodded. "I didn't consider it. Never would."

"Why not?" Sarah asked. Kelly shrugged, then reached into her pocket and took out the fidget cube Sarah made her.

"You were difficult," she said. "But there were moments like this and… I knew even if you weren't yourself all the time. You were still Sarah."

"I wouldn't blame you," Sarah told her. "If you decided to quit. I remember what I was like and... You didn't have to stay, Kelly. You've been through enough."

"So have you," Kelly said. She took Sarah's hands in hers and smiled. "I guess it's just never going to be easy for us. But I'd rather fight with you, than have it easy with anyone else."

"Why?"

Kelly looked like she was about to say something, then stopped herself and shrugged. Sarah chuckled and gently poked her in the stomach.

"Come on, why? Why make your life so much harder than it already is for me?"

"I don't know," Kelly said and laughed when Sarah poked her again.

"I want an answer," she said. "I gave you the perfect out. You're still free to take it. If you won't, I want to know why."

"Promise you won't freak out?" Kelly asked. Sarah nodded her head.

"Promise."

"You swear?"

"On my life. My… second… life."

Kelly smiled then took a deep breath. She muttered something. Sarah leaned in a little closer.

"What?"

"I… I love you," Kelly repeated louder and winced as she waited for Sarah's reaction. She grumbled when she was poked in the stomach, but smiled when Sarah followed up with a kiss.

"I love you too," she said. Kelly felt her heart flutter as she pulled Sarah in closer.

"Please don't scare me like that… any of that, again?"

"Anymore homophobic parents I need to worry about?"

"Just the two," Kelly promised.

"Well, keep me away from tasers, shock collars and lightning and… well, that'll be a good start."

Kelly shook her head and laughed. She took Sarah's hand and continued the walk back home.

"Hey, so I was wondering," she said. "If you can't read… how are you going to read my books when I'm done?"

"Maybe the author can read them to me?" Sarah suggested with a smirk. Kelly smiled.

"Deal."