The Garden of Vacant Dreams

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The Garden of Vacant Dreams - PART TWO

The further he digs, the more she grows. Can he save her and find himself again in the balance?

Saban and Disney own the characters you know, I own the ones you don't. 

A/N: Thank you all for reading A Get Together to Remember. As I began to write the sequel, I realized that the title I had given it was the title I've been looking for all these years. I've decided to rename this story and continue it in two parts as I cruely left you all on a cliffhanger in my last chapter. I'm excited to finish this story for you! Enjoy 

Chapter 22 

AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE 

The water was calm. The sun beamed down from a cloudless sky as the cool summer breeze rustled the leaves of the palm trees that surrounded the bay. She looked around at her surroundings feeling at peace for the first time in years. Looking up at the man sitting before her, she couldn't help but smile. The two sat in a double canoe they had rented for the day.

"This is fun." She told him. "I've never done this before!"

"Get used to it." He replied with a grin as he opened their picnic basket. "Chicken salad or PB&J?"

"PB&J." She replied as she took the sandwich from him.

"Wise choice." He told her, his calm, content expression matching hers.

The two sat for a few minutes eating their lunch and enjoying each other's company.

"Do you like Reefside so far?" He piped up as he pulled out a bottle of white grape juice and handed it to her.

She nodded with enthusiasm. "Good!" He replied with a smile. "I want to make sure you're happy here."

She took a sip of her juice as he reached for his water. A Newport 33 sailboat passed by, the older couple aboard waving at them. They returned the greeting. "Why does everyone wave at each other out here?" She asked.

"Because they're happy.... just like we are." She nodded, her eyes diverting to her shoes.

"What should I call you?" She asked after a moment of silence.

He was caught a little off guard by her question. "Whatever you want to call me, Jamie." He replied with a smile.

She nodded again with a bigger grin. "Alright, Dad."

Her eyes shot open. She was still huddled in the same fetal position on the stone cold floor. She had actually managed to fall asleep. For how long, she didn't know but she was suddenly overwhelmed with fear again. She had let her guard down. She had been taught to always look out for herself, to be alert and aware of her surroundings. She still had no idea where she really was but she knew that the man doing this to her was no man at all. He was as evil as they come, an unpredictable loose cannon, capable of anything. She sat up then, pulling the hoodie she'd been using as a pillow back over her head. A small ceiling light was on that hadn't been on when she was brought there. She took notice of the blood stains on the floor and the walls, the bones around her in the cell. She remembered something then as knots began to form in her stomach. Her foster father had been a prisoner here and now history seemed to be repeating itself. 'He didn't survive, the great Tommy Oliver, a Power Ranger, didn't survive.' She thought to herself. 'What chance do I have?' The door to her left swung open then.

"Ah, good!" He cheerfully greeted. "You're awake! I brought you some food."

She got up from the floor and walked up to the bars to face him. He held a tray with a glass of water and a plate of mashed potatoes.