[Andros was flying around on his galaxy glider, near one of the many moons in Gratha system. There was so much that needed to be done. And no, that wasn't just paranoia or him trying to get out of some customary social event. Things had to be checked. There were bound to be leftovers from the United Alliance of Evil. It wasn't like they all had time to pack before they were destroyed by the Z-wave. So, he had to check. Like double check Earth's moon to make sure Rita and Zedd didn't leave anything behind. The last thing he wanted was an era of peace disrupted by some stupid human picking up some space junk. Again. And the oceans. Who knew what Divatox left floating around. In fact, he was just going to search the entire universe. Double check it. Triple check it. (Not like he had anything else to do now). Especially after what had just happened with the Psycho Ranger's data cards. He'd gotten there too late to stop it and now a Ranger was dead.

And then, Andros was not in space. At all. He was in some weird planet, except instead of a sky, there was a ceiling. No, not a ceiling. A cave? He was underground. And no glider. Fabulous. Thanks for stealing his gear. He looked back, but whatever had brought him here was already closed. Great. He'd have to find another way. Andros paused and looked around. This place (and it's lucky inhabitants) looked like it'd been through more than a little fighting. But what was with all the candy? Whatever, he knew enough not to touch it. It probably turned you into a giant gerbil or melted your insides or something.

The ranger stood still for a minute (the bright red spandex camouflaged him oh so well), listening for tell tale cackling, mocking or the old favorite 'KILL HIM!'. Maybe that was what the candy was for?]