With a final snap kick the last of the putties went down and vanished. What had Rita been trying to keep her from? She had been heading this way to explore and... and to work on her fear of heights. She figured if she started out where she knew she was high up, but could only just see the cliff face, and then slowly work her way each day a little closer to the edge...

Her friends had gotten hurt because of her fear. She was a power ranger, she would master her fear. She had to. She had managed to overcome it for a moment here and there when the need was great. But that was like beating putties. It always came back, usually at an inconvenient time. She needed to be rid of this fear. Once and for all.

She didn't think anyone was around, so there was no harm to staying morphed. Besides, she was confronting her fear to be a better Ranger... so... So if she had to justify it, that was her justification. The fact that the armor helped make her braver... She would deal with that in time. For now she would take the safety offered. Learning to overcome a fear was like learning a new skill. Small steps.

She may have been a bit too focused on the fear as she walked, and on overcoming it, and missed that there was someone nearby.