"His name is Agent John Bishop," Donatello states, cleaning off his glasses. "He's been abducted by aliens, but that's all I got before the computer crashed."

"The Kraang?" Michelangelo asks.

"I don't think so. Some other kind."

"That would explain his hatred of aliens," Leonardo muses.

"Why are we discussing this in front of the Queen of the Foot Clan?" April interrupts.

Leonardo glances at her. "Good question."

Karai turns. "Oh please, like I want them here. I don't like it any more than you do. We need the Kraang, just we don't like the 'Earth Protection Force'." She crosses her arms. "I admit, it's been fun. It's too bad we're on opposite sides." She steps back. "I enjoyed this. Goodbye." She jumps off the building.

They rush to the edge in time to see her zoom off in a motorcycle.

Leonardo sighs. "We'll see her again, I have no doubt."

"No doubt," Raphael agrees. "We shoulda nailed her when we had the chance.

Leonardo glances towards where she disappeared. "It's a shame she's filled with evil." He sighs. "Come on, let's head back."

Spike catches sight of something. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."

Leonardo shrugs. "Okay."

As they vanish into the dark, Spike starts walking towards the mysterious flash of movement.

~Trouble Strikes Again~

"Come on out!" Spike calls.

A chuckle comes out of the blackness. "If you wish."

A figure steps forward.

It's a woman, with long brown hair with silver ribbons in it. She wears a corduroy jacket and has an unlit pipe in her mouth.

She takes the pipe out. "Hello, Spike."

Spike steps back. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me, my dear." She smiles crookedly.

"Try me. Who are you?" Spike demands.

"I just know."

Spike frowns. "How?"

"The portals the Kraang have. There are more than one universe, darling, and I'm from one of them. I know about you, and I know how your story ends," she laughs.

"Why are you here?" Spike asks, shuddering.

"To warn you." The woman's face grows serious. "A storm is coming, Spike Sanchez. You gotta be ready with an umbrella and a raincoat."

Spike's eyebrows pinch together. "What storm?"

"I can't tell you exactly," the woman says quietly. "I can just say this: Surround yourself with your allies. Choose them carefully. Remember that the vilest of villains can be changed. Remember that you have good friends."

She smiles.

"Take time to smell the flowers," she adds. She puts the pipe back in her mouth and turns. The pink triangle appears again.

"How do I know you really know about me?" Spike calls.

"I know you absolutely hate lasagna," the woman calls. "I know you like old television and movies and that you sing along to old music by yourself. And I know that you're afraid."

She turns and steps into the triangle, and the portal disappears.

Spike is left alone.

Merry Late Christmas, everyone!