I know this chapter is very short, but all I can do is to tell you all to look forward to the next chapter. I promise something will happen.Hope you will enjoy this small installment...

Turning around in the small bed, Don yawned and stretched before sitting up. He rubbed some sleep out of his eyes and looked at the clock next to his bed. 3:33. Well, what were the odds for that? It was way too early to get up to do something, but for some reason, Don wasn't really sleepy or drowsy. Of course he could try and calculate the chance for him waking up while being in a state of REM-sleep, but it was simply too idiotic to start finding reasons for lack of sleepiness. But he was thirsty. Getting up from his bed, he felt the cold stone touch his feet, but the feeling eased as he kept walking.

The door let out a creek, as he opened it slowly, peeking out to see if anyone was actually awake at this hour. But the lair was black as the night. Don walked towards the kitchen without turning on the light. He knew where to step and where everything was – he was a ninja, after all… The sound of his feet almost echoed through the lair, as they hit the floor softly and rhythmic on their way to the kitchen. And along the way, Don's eyes quickly got used to the dark, but as soon as he got into the kitchen an opened the fridge, the light blinded him and made it momentarily impossible to see in the dark. He grabbed a carton on milk inside and closed the door to the fridge, leaving himself in pitch black darkness. A sleek smile spread on his face, as he closed his eyes. Whether they were open or closed was unimportant at the moment. He was still able to take the few steps towards the shelf over the table, grabbing a glass and pour a glass of milk. His fingertips inspected the edge around the glass as he poured, making sure he didn't spill anything.

The milk was gone quickly, and Don placed the carton back in its rightful place in the fridge. The empty glass was placed in the sink and Don headed out of the kitchen to get back to bed, but as soon as he reached the living room area, he stopped. Leo had said his shell cell was out, so why not recharge it now? He was up anyway. He padded over to his work table where he had placed the old bag the night before and took out the communicator. It felt dirty as he lifted it, and he brushed what felt like sand off in the dark. He couldn't see clearly what it was, though. Maybe the box he had found had been dirty, and some of it had fallen onto the communicator. Either way, he found the recharge box and placed the cell on the table to leave it be. It would take at least two hours before-

Beep beep.

"Huh?" Don blinked and looked down at it, opening it to look at the display.

Battery fully recharged. It couldn't be already. The turtle turned on the small lamp and blinked at the sudden light, before he brought his eyes to look at the small device on the table. He took it up and pressed a few buttons. Luckily the software worked like any ordinary cell phone, leaving information on all lost calls – but there were none. So the shell cell hadn't registered Leo's call, and it hadn't been out, since it could start beeping now. It would have been dead, until Don had turned it on in the morning. He sat down and reached out for a screwdriver, eager to open the machine and see what was wrong, forgetting to turn it off first. The small screw got loose, and Don tilted the cell to make the battery cover fall off. As he grabbed the cover in his other hand, he could feel small corns of sand pour into his hand. It glistened in the dark, as he turned it between his fingers. How could there be sand in his communicator? He hadn't been even close to sand. But there had to be a logical reason for this. Sand just doesn't appear out of thin air and fly into ones phone. He took out the battery and all loose parts to try to get as much sand out of it as possible.

Don scratched his chin. Had the sand corns something to do with the cell not working properly? It was reasonable enough, if it hadn't been for the fact that the machine had been out when Leo called, but was turned on now that Don had his hands on it. Perplexed, Don shook his head and studied it silently, looked at the communicator from all angles. This was a mystery too hard to solve, even for him. Deciding on leaving it be, he turned it again and attempted to try and blow out some remaining sand. As soon as he did, he felt one of the small sand corns hit him in the eye.

"Perfect," Don muttered irritated, rubbing his eye. As the eye only felt sore for now, it had to mean that he had gotten the corn out. And the shell cell looked pretty clean now. All parts were put back and the cover was placed back on the cell. He had to try and keep an eye on it the next day to see if any problems came back. Well, didn't that mean that he should go back to bed? Whatever time it was… Looking at the small box, he shrugged to himself. He wasn't tired, and the box's owner was still unknown to him, which irritated him slightly. He opened it and starred at the spot saying "property of", letting his finger touch it. The name had been carved into the lid, a minor detail that he hadn't paid attention to before. An idea hit the turtle, and he quickly lifted the box from its spot and held it in one hand, while collecting some sand from the table with his free hand. He tilted the box and put some of the sand on the missing letters. He shock the box lightly, making some of the sand fall off, but some of the corns stayed by the name, falling into the crafted lines. It was slowly forming the name, and Don put on some more of the sand to try and fill out the lines. After a minute, he could see the name.

"Shaira…" A pretty uncommon name. But he was sure, no letters were missing and there were no room for any letters in between. So it had belonged to a girl, who was probably an adult by now. Maybe the box had been thrown out, when she grew up and didn't need it anymore. So there was nothing special about it. He put the box back on the table and turned off the small lamp, walking back to his room. His curiosity had been fed and he didn't have anything to do with the box anymore. It was too small to be used for anything and too old to be given to anyone. Therefore, he would put it back in the junk yard the next day, when he would be up looking for spare parts anyway.