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Leanne was sure that if she were an anime character she'd be face palming right now. It was almost three in the morning and she was squished on the couch between Michelangelo and Donatello, still in the too formal dress that April had given her. Mikey had fallen asleep during the last movie – a chick flick that Leanne loathed. The youngest turtle had shifted so that his one leg was thrown over Leanne's lap and his arms were uncomfortably tight around her shoulders. His head was using hers as a pillow, making her neck tilt painfully.

On her other side, Donnie had gone to sleep with his head back, mouth open and snoring; a book was placed over his eyes. At her feet lay Raphael; he was splayed out on the floor, deep snores rumbling in the dark. She wasn't sure where Leo was.

She stared stoically at the flickering television screen. Unblinkingly, she wriggled out of Mikey's limbs and clambered over Raph. She looked around the dark room, disorientated, and could make out a recognizable shape by the window.

Leanne made her way towards the bedroom, where she knew April was sleeping in her double bed. She was halfway across the room when her heel caught on the end of the carpet. She fell forward quietly, not making a sound. Maybe watching TV for eight consecutive hours really does make you a zombie. The floor was quickly coming closer to meet her face.

"Why do you wear those things? They don't do anything special." A pair of hands stopped her fall by catching her shoulders. Leanne raised her head slowly from her staring competition with the floor. Silver eyes watched her carefully as she pulled herself away.

"T-They make a girl's butt look g-good," Leanne muttered, scowling at him.

Leonardo cocked his head to the side, "But they don't do anything else. You wouldn't be able to fight anyone off, let alone walk properly. Besides, your butt looks fine."

The two looked blankly at each other, then Leanne's face reddened. She moved completely out of his grasp and mumbled, "… Y-Your brother drooled on me."

Leo grimaced and straightened up, pulling Leanne with him.

"Maybe you should go to bed."

"I was already on my way," Leanne said, scowling. She moved around him to the bedroom where she was quick to discard her dress. She had to grope in the dark for a pair of comfortable clothes and pulled them on before slipping into a small space on the bed beside April.

The next morning came grey, cold and deserted. Leanne spent breakfast at the window, watching snow fall.

April joined her with two mugs of tea. "You seem fascinated by the snow," She said, handing her one mug.

Leanne smiled tiredly, "I've only seen snow once. And I was only ten at the time."

After eating they cleared the dishes and huddled under a blanket on the couch together. April had taken out some old beauty magazines and they were rifling through them, occasionally finding small gifts. Leanne pulled out a tiny plastic bottle of perfume. She opened it and sniffed it.

"Is it any good?"

Leanne nodded, smiling a little, "Yeah, its sweet, sort of b-berry like."

April leaned over and took a whiff. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You can keep it if you like it."

Leanne nodded again and put it to the side.

"I was wondering," April continued, "How would you like to have some company for the next few weeks?"

"Hm?"

"I'm going to Egypt to look at some relics from a merchant I know. So, I'll be away for a while. But I got an e-mail from an old friend of mine this morning and he asked if I would look after his daughter for a while."

Leanne looked up from another magazine, "How are you going to look after his daughter if you're at Egypt?"

April grinned apologetically, "Well, I might have told him that I have a responsible, hard-working assistant who wouldn't mind earning a little extra money."

Leanne was deep in thought for a minute, then she replied, "Have I met her?"

Leanne yelped as she was playfully whacked on the head. April shook her head in amazement, "I was talking about you."

"Oh."

"She's not that much younger than you, so it's not like you have to babysit her."

"Uh… p-people don't like me."

"You'll be fine. You just have to keep her entertained."

Leanne held back protests and reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you so much! Sam said he'd call you tomorrow morning to arrange things with you."

"You gave him my number?" Leanne gave her a dirty look that April dismissed immediately.

"Believe me, Leah, the pay will be worth it. He's one of my best clients."

Leanne hid her grimace behind a magazine.

It was close to dinnertime when Leanne left. She walked home briskly and arrived to an empty house. She clicked on the lights and stopped when she caught sight of a pile of boxes and wrapped furniture pieces. She went to her bedroom and blinked at the familiar bed and dresser.

She grabbed her pyjamas and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she came out with her hair dripping down the back of her bathrobe. She went to the kitchen and began on dinner. Her dad came home just as she was taking out the baked spicy chicken.

Marcus' face was weary and almost as grey as the sky outside. He kicked off his shoes and joined her in the kitchen.

"How was the sleepover?" He asked, picking on some fried chips.

Leanne shrugged and replied, "The food was good. Work?"

"The tea was good."

They exchanged blank looks, then both broke into weak smiles.

"Where's Lukas?"

"He met some boys." Was the simple answer.

They ate supper by themselves. Afterwards, Leanne kissed her father's cheek and closed herself in her bedroom. She made an attempt at rearranging her bedroom, but gave it up when she couldn't move her dresser more than an inch at a time. Then she tried reading some of her school textbooks from her old school. About six minutes later she was going through the bathroom into her brother's room. He would always let her borrow his laptop when she needed it for school projects; he wouldn't mind if she watched a few episodes of CSI.

At first, Leanne couldn't see the laptop under the mounds of crumpled shirts and dirty socks. She pushed over a few piles with her toe, but she finally had to go to his boxes that he had stacked untidily in a corner. She moved towards them and started going through them. She found nothing in the first two boxes. After opening the third, she gleefully pulled out the sleek, navy blue laptop. As she pulled out the cords, her hazel eyes caught sight of white and orange. She put down the laptop and bent over the box. She groped around until her fingers touched something in the shape of a cylinder.

She pulled it out. It was a pill container, halfway filled with round yellow and orange pills. Leanne frowned and brought it up to her face. She examined the label and frowned when she couldn't see any name or prescription.

She popped the lid off and tipped out a few of the brightly coloured pills. They were quite big. Leanne frowned; Lukas hated taking pills as much as she did. Why would he have medication stuffed in one of his packing boxes?

She stashed three of the pills into the pocket of her robe and tucked the container back into the box, replacing Lukas' laptop.

She went back to her room and closed the door, throwing the bedroom into darkness.