He wasn't sure how many days it had been since he'd arrived in New York City, but he was sure he couldn't sit and stare at his hotel room walls any longer.

So he left the small room and began walking without seeing down random sidewalks. He crossed streets at random and pure instinct was the only thing that kept him from being run over by random yellow cars that flew by.

Then he found himself in a small pet shop, planted quietly in front of bird cages. Although it wasn't the chirping birds he was listening to. Instead, he watched a small family who stood laughing together nearby.

"No, no way," the wife said, laughing.

The husband lifted a small blonde girl up into his arms and tilted her so that she could see into the large glass tank where they stood.

"Why not?" he asked her with a wide grin, clearly teasing his wife.

"Like you have to ask," she answered back, rubbing her hands over her large, pregnant belly. "Between this one," she said, leaning forward to rub noses with their little daughter, "and the infant that let me remind you will be here at any moment, I do not have time to take care of baby turtles!"

"Can I have turtle?" the little girl asked, turning her attention away from the turtles to smile up at her mother.

The wife sighed dramatically and shot her husband a mock evil eye. "I don't even know why I let you drag me in here," she muttered to him before turning back to their daughter. "No, honey, no turtle today. But I promise you can have a baby brother." She seemed to tense for a moment as her hand rubbed over her belly again. "And soon."

The little girl's face scrunched up. She still wasn't sure what that meant. She wriggled her way out of her dad's arms as she listened to her parents' happy back and forth voices and stood on the ground once again. She lifted herself up on her toes so that she could be eye level with the little turtles in the glass tank. One of the turtles walked over to where she stood and bumped his nose into the glass right where she had her nose pressed.

"Hi," she whispered back with a giggle to the little brown-eyed turtle. She ducked her head down and then popped back up and grinned at the turtle again when she caught him trying to peer down the side of the enclosure to find her.

Yoshi moved away from the birds but forced himself to keep watching this happy little family as a painful reminder of what he'd had and of what he'd let slip through his fingers. He watched as the little girl continued to play peek-a-boo with the turtle who, he had to admit, appeared to be intently trying to follow the little blonde when she disappeared from view.

He glanced down at the display where he now stood and picked up a glass bowl as he heard the wife announce that it was definitely time to go. The little girl pressed a finger to the side of the glass cage where the turtle still sat.

"Turtle?" she asked.

"Maybe you can have a turtle when you're a little older, Sadie," the mother said, reaching out for the little girl's hand before leading them towards the exit. "Right now, its time for a baby brother."

Yoshi watched as the wife's face tensed again as she stopped mid-step to exhale loudly.

"You're not kidding!" the husband said, wrapping both of his arms around her shoulders.

"I wasn't kidding before we stopped in here," she grit out.

The husband kissed her forehead before running out to the sidewalk to hail a taxi. Yoshi watched them all go and found himself sending positive thoughts for a safe and healthy delivery.

Then he wandered closer to the turtle tank and peered in himself. He often wondered if Shen and Miwa watched over him. And after seeing how happy the turtle had seemed to make the little girl just now, he wondered if they would enjoy watching over some turtles as well. He was still deep in thought when an employee came over to see if he needed help.

His voice was hoarse from disuse when he spoke. But he lifted his gaze from the turtles to the young teen and lifted the glass bowl he held towards the boy, "Is this large enough for all four turtles?"