"Whoa. What is that?" Matt asked, looking at the sky and pointing at what seemed to be a lot of fireballs.

"The Fire Nation," I answered in a serious tone.

"Run." Nobody moved.

"Guys! Come on. Seriously, run!" They started running, I however, hesitated.

There was a snap. I froze but the boys had run off, listening to me for once. Well, fuck, it's Carolina.

As I was being being dragged away by Toy Soldiers, I sent Matt and Ramsay telepathic messages and hoped they would notice I was missing from the group, then I passed out.

Matt's POV (yay, someone else!)

Josh, Ian and I were so focused on running that we didn't notice Wynn wasn't with us.

Once we had stopped, I realized that she was missing. "Uh, guys?"

"Hmm?" Was the response.

"Where the fuck is my sister?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"I thought she was with Josh," Ian said.

"I thought she was with you, Matt," Josh said. "What if Carolina got her? Matt, I made her a promise! We have to get her back!" By this point he was shaking my shoulders in a panic.

"We will, but in order to do that we need the fourth turtle."

"Fine, we'll find Mike first," Josh let go of me and pouted, like the diva that he is.

Ian had told me earlier today that the last place he had seen Mike was in the factory. So we'll start there.

"Come on, you guys. Let's go find Mike and the Princess." I did not have a good feeling about any of this. For all we know, this could be a trap, which it more than likely is.

~Time Skip and Josh's POV~

Sometimes, when your eyes see something that your heart can't explain, your mind makes up a new history to make sense of it all...

We were almost to the factory. On the way, we had discussed a game plan, Matt and Ian were going to look for Mike while I looked for Porcelain. It seemed fair enough, except for the fact that the only way to tell Porce and Carolina apart was by looking at their eyes. Porcelain has green eyes and Carolina has brown eyes.

Matt, Ian and I walked through the doors and split up immediately.

"Good luck, guys," I told them. Now, onto the next. Dammit, Porcelain, your stupid phrases are rubbing off on me.

I was walking down a long and dark hallway when I heard my name being called. Well, it wasn't exactly my name, it was Wyntr's nickname for me.

"Stutter, where have you been?" I turned around to face a very disappointed Porcelain, or Carolina, I didn't know yet, so I played along,

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," I held her hands in mine. They're warm. Porce's hands are never warm, she's like an ice block.

I dropped her hands and pinned her to the wall next to us. Her hat had fallen over her eyes, so I couldn't see them.

She let out a small gasp as her back hit the concrete, hard. "Well, that wasn't very gospel of you and it's no way to treat your girlfriend."

I scoffed. "What do you want, Carolina."

"Josh, I'm not Carolina."

"Don't lie to me!" I yelled as I hit the wall beside her. She flinched slightly.

"Josh, I'm serious. Now, back off before one of us does something we regret." Her voice was soft with a small hint of anger.

Carolina would have never stayed that calm.

I lifted the hat up and looked her in the eyes for the first time, they were green. I immediately let her go and backed away. "Shit, Porce. I'm sorry." She looked really mad as she balled her hands into fists.

Oh, God. Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me. Please don't...

She hit me. Right the face. Yep, she's mad.

"I know it's hard to tell who's who when the only difference is our eye color, but I'm the only one that calls you Stutter." She said angrily, walking away towards the rest of the guys.

Apparently, they had found Mike and Porcelain in the same place, the throne room. Considering Porce knew the building best, they decided she should be the one to try and find me so we could leave.

Well, she found me.

"Dude, what happened to your face?" Mike asked.

"Me. I happened." Porce answered,glaring at me.

Mike, Matt and Ian gave us questioning looks.

I scratched the back of my neck, my cheeks turning red.

"I thought she was Carolina. Porcelain, I only thought that because your hands are really warm. Your hands are never warm, like ever!"

"So? That doesn't mean you should push me into the wall and start being rude," she took three steps toward the doors, then turned back with tears in her eyes, "By the way, that really fucking hurt, you asshole," she said and she walked outside, crying.