"And you got to give him blueberries if he's good. They're his favorite food." April told the teenager that sat on her bed. "He also like little bits of carrots and sardines." The little girl sat cross-legged on the floor with Raphael crawling around the room. Her father was going to California to an award ceremony for his work saving the diplomats, and with Melanie mysteriously gone again, April had no choice but to go with him.

"Okay, I got it." The other girl said, writing the instructions down in a notebook. Looking up, she frowned. "You okay?" She asked, brown eyes soft. April stroked the turtle's shell, looking displeased.

"Shen, I trust you to take care of Raph, but I don't want to leave him alone." She admitted. "Will he forget about me?" The teen laughed, tossing her dark hair behind her shoulder.

"I don't think you have to worry about that." Shen said as the turtle crawled onto April's lap. "He cares for you very much." April beamed and pick him up, holding him close.

"And I care for him very much too." She declared, as she put him back in his tank.

"Do you think he's okay?" April asked as she and her father rode in the shuttle to their hotel room. Kirby smiled at his daughter.

"I'm sure Raph and Shen are having a wonderful time." He assured her, ruffling her hair. It would be nice to get April out of New York for a little bit, and he had promised her that they would go back to the farmhouse for a weekend when they got back.

In all, it went okay. While he got lots of accolade for what he did, Kirby had no real offers that he was hoping for. They spent their days seeing the sights, and the day before they were supposed to return, he took her to Disneyland, all expenses paid.

For the little girl it was a magical time, being able to see all the characters she had grown up with. When she went to meet Belle, her favorite princess, the line was too long, and she had leave without seeing her. At the end of the day she was eating dinner with her father when a voice came from over her shoulder.

"I heard someone wanted to see a certain princess." April whipped around to see a young woman with brown hair and eyes, and in pale blue dress.

"Belle!" She cried, almost leaping from her chair. The princess smiled and knelt down beside her.

"And what's your name?" 'Belle' asked.

"April." The girl replied. "You're my favorite princess!" The woman laughed.

"Oh?" The woman asked, and April nodded vigorously.

Kirby moved to the other side of the table, and leaned in with the other two for the picture. Then Belle excused herself, and they finished up dinner. A few minutes later, someone came back with the picture, and April clung to it as they left the park, and slipped it into a book she had brought, and slept with it under her pillow.

When she returned the next day, April danced in place as her father opened the door. She bolted past him, headed to her room, calling for her pet, not even noticing Shen sitting on the couch, looking upset.

"Something wrong?" Asked the man, concern in his voice. The teenager looked up at him, and he could see she had been crying.

"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Neil, I tried to stop her, but she threatened to call the police, I didn't know what to do." She said, her voice shaking. Kirby's face twisted in confusion.

"Shen, what do you-" He was cut off by a little girl running into the room, crying.

"Raph's gone!" April cried, her voice filled with panic. Shen spoke up before anything else could be said.

"You're wife, sir. She came in when I was feeding him one day and just took him. Said she was tired of the dirty animal being in the house and tired of being with a man who was more worried about his morals than providing her with a proper lifestyle, threatened to have me arrested and took him away. Something about a friend from college needing him for his lab." Kirby put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay Shen, it's not your fault. I know exactly who she took her too." He paid the girl extra for the trouble his wife gave her, and pulled April into his lap. "It's okay April." He whispered softly into her hair. "We'll get him back, I promise"