They spoke in unison: “One ranger falls. Another rises.”
Leo smiled.
Leo woke up on the carpet, cheek pressed to the cold floor. The computer was off. The clock read 3:00 a.m.—exactly one minute after he’d clicked.
A phone booth on the corner erupted into a column of red light. No, not a phone booth—a morpher. It folded out of thin air, built from the same green symbols he’d seen on the screen.
Double-click.
A folder named MORPH appeared on the desktop.
