Chapter 146: Pulling Off The Impossible
"Wait, why am I the Pink Ranger?" Jay asked suddenly, jabbing his thumb into his chest.
Joe grinned like he'd been waiting for that question. "Come on, man. You know Max is obsessed with that old show, what was it called? Bower Bangers? No, wait, Bower Rangers? Ugh, that sounds wrong…"
He scrunched up his face and shook his head. "Whatever. You get what I'm saying. There were only so many colors, and you, my friend, are Pink. Because deep down, you're a big softie."
Jay raised an eyebrow. "I've seen that show. And aren't the Pink and Yellow Rangers, like… always girls?"
Joe shrugged. "And? They're just colors, man."
"But, "
"And even if they are girls," Joe cut in, "you just told us about your little sister. I bet Pink was her favorite. So, being the Pink Ranger? That just means you're the one she'd look up to. Her hero."
Jay blinked.
The logic was weirdly solid. Weird… but kind of sweet.
"Ease up," Max said. "You're putting too much pressure on him."
He turned to Jay, his voice softer now. "I told you, I understand why you fight. And I've got a way to fix your problem."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out something small and square, a card. Not like the others he usually passed out. This one was different. It wasn't sleek or flashy. It was a rough beige color, with just one name embossed into the surface like a brand: