Hey, dudes/dudettes! I am MEGA-sorry I kept you guys waiting for so long! I kinda/sorta haven't been able to reach my computer. Also, thank you all for the nice reviews! I TOTALLY appreciate them. Another thing- sorry the chapters are so short. Anyways, enjoy! :-)

Pretty soon, I was sitting on the battered old couch, eating potato soup. I was actually surprised that the soup tasted sooo good. After all, it was made in a sewer system. When I finished chewing the last of soft root, I looked at the aged rat who was sitting beside me, studying me.

"What is your name?" I asked. Everybody had pretty much given their names except for the rat.

"Hamato Yoshi. But my sons prefer Splinter," he answered.

"Oh, okay," I held up the blue ceramic bowl. "I'm gonna put this away and explore. If that's okay."

Splinter nodded. Then he got off the couch with a flourish, a flash of brown as he exited the room. I shrugged. As I drew nearer and nearer to the kitchen, I saw all the Turtles looking at me. I calmly kept walking and put my dish in the sink and washed it.

After that, I hopped up on the birch wood table. "So," I asked the purple masked turtle. "I never caught your name, either."

He glanced back at the table, running a green finger over it."Donatello." Then he walked out of the room, eyebrows knitted together in an upset manner.

"Yeesh. Moody much?" I also ran my hand over the table, feeling the grain of the wood against my fingertips. Kinda bored, I twirled my auburn hair around my finger, then placed my long bangs behind my ears. "So... who wants to show me around?"

"I'll pass," Raph answered. Following the footsteps of his brother, he, too stormed off to his room.

"Well, then, I guess it's just you two. Where do we- ow!" I held up my finger. A long, thin wood strand was poking out of it. "Crap."

Mikey looked up. "You okay?"

I nodded. It appeared to me that this Turtle in particular was always in happy mood, or at least tried to be. "Hey, do you have any tweezers I could borrow?"

Leo got up. "I don't but Donnie has a pair. Follow me."

Mikey tried to get out of his chair quickly. " I wanna come!" He ended up falling on the floor, then he jumped up, brushing himself off. "Totally fine."

I smiled and followed Leo to what I guessed was Donatello's room. Or DONNIE, as his nickname seems to be. We went inside and stopped in front of two large metal doors. I wonder why he didn't tell me his nickname first?

Leo knocked on the door. Donnie poked his head out. "Yes?"

I held up my starting-to-color finger. "Can I borrow your tweezers to get this splinter out? It's kinda starting to sting a little."

He motioned for us to come inside. I marveled at the size of Donnie's lab. I sat down in a chair. When he came over with a bottle and tweezers, I laughed to myself. "Well, Dr. Donnie. What's the bottle for?"

He didn't smile, but Mikey did. "This is a cream for the discoloration and disinfection of the splinter," Donnie said, no emotion in his tone of voice. Which got me worked up, for some reason.

After removing the splinter and applying the cream, Donatello put his stuff away and grabbed a long stick that laid in the corner of his lab.

"I'm going for a walk." And with that, he left my presence a second time.

Mikey ran after him. "Wait! I WANNA COME, TOO!"

And in just a matter of minutes, I was alone with Leo.