Night had fallen and the penguins had been taking turns to monitor the unconscious female. Marlene had decided to turn in for bed, realizing that the penguins have everything under control. Skipper entered the lab to relieve Private of his duties so that he could have some free time to himself while Skipper took the next shift.

"You're free to go, soldier."

"Yay~Telly time!" Private hopped from his sitting position and joined the others inside. Skipper smiled after the young brit left, it had just occurred to the commander how much the boy has grown over the years but still remains as innocent as the day they first found him. He quickly shook out of his thoughts. This was no time to be trudging down memory lane. He had to keep an eye on the girl who was now tucked in, courtesy of Private who had thrown one of his glittery Lunarcorn blankets over her. Skipper brewed himself a fish coffee and took a seat at the table that was positioned in the center of the room. He was facing the injured penguin while taking sips of his coffee to keep him alert and awake. It was going to be a long night and he wasn't going risk anything happening.

Skipper had a bad feeling about this penguin, if she's able to handle a fight with him she must have gone through some rigorous training. And with such skills he can only assume that she was up to no good. For all he knew she could be a trained assassin, here to take down him and his men and steal all their secrets and learn their weaknesses. Skipper didn't know why but his gut was telling him something about this girl was off and he was going to find out what it was.It's his duty as a leader to his team that he do everything in his power to keep them and the zoo safe. He ran over and over in his head, what type of person this mysterious penguin had to be, his paranoia eating at him and yet now and then he had recalled what Marlene had said about her only fighting to defend herself. What if that was true? What if she was only fighting because she was scared of them? She was hurt when they found her so perhaps she was frightened that the person that had inflicted those wounds upon her had still been around to cause her more pain. But then again... His paranoia had trumped all logic, he questioned to himself what if that is what she wanted them to think, maybe she wants them to think that she's the victim when secretly she's and evil secret agent for Hans or Dr. Blowhole.

Skipper was broken from his thoughts when he noticed some movement from the other penguin. He dropped his coffee and cautiously walked over to her to investigate the situation. She was beginning to stir awake from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly at first, she blinked a few times adjusting her vision. The girl tried to rub her eyes but couldn't, realizing she was restraint the girls eyes darted wider, the pain also lingering in her body grew, even with the numbing cream.

"Arg! What the heck?!! Where am I?! Angie?! Sasha?!" she screamed and thrashed about. Skipper had to stop her otherwise she was going to hurt herself.

"Woah! Woah! Settle down!!"

The girls eyes set on the leader penguin, and he could see she was not pleased one bit. The look of pain, anger and frustration were quite prominent.

"Who are you?! Where are my friends??!!"

Upon hearing all the screaming the others ran in as their leader's backup. This had only made the girl more tense and aggravated.

"You need to calm down! You have broken wing!" Skipper fumed. "Calm down? Calm down?! No offense but it's hard to be calm when you're strapped down to a bed in an unknown location and surrounded by a bunch of strangers!" the girl screamed.

"She may have a point there." Kowalski added. Skipper rolled his eyes and gestured to Private and Kowalski to untie her. After she was freed Private had helped her sit up straight and Kowalski had made her a sling to rest her arm in.

"Where am I?" the girl asked. Skipper swore if she had teeth she'd be gritting them. It had just occurred to him that she had an accent, a mix of Dutch yet sounded like the British English.

"You're in our lair at the central park zoo." Private said, answering the girls question.

"Hm... A zoo.. That's comforting."

"And who are you?" Skipper asked.

"I don't have to answer that. I don't know any of you, therefore I don't have to answer any of your questions."

Skipper growled under his breath.

"What if we told you our names? Would that help?" Private asked. The girl's angry expression faded when facing the young Brit. She nodded in reply. "I'm Private, Skipper, our leader. Kowalski, he's the smartest penguin ever and Rico, he's a demolition expert." Private introduced, gesturing to each penguin he had introduced by name.

"Alright then, my name is Camryn."

"Judging by you're accent I'd say you're not from around here." Skipper chimed in. "Well of course not," Camryn replied, as if it was so obvious. "I'm from South Africa. Anyway where are the others I was with?"

"I'm sorry to say but there were no others with you. Can you tell us how you came to be in such an injured state?" Kowalski asked. Camryn blinked a few times and looked down at herself, she realized she was injured but it had just occurred to her at what degree it had been in.

"Um... I don't remember..."

Skipper didn't seem convinced by that answer. "What do you mean you don't remember?"

"Just what I mean, I don't remember. The last thing I remember was going sailing with my friends and then waking up here."

"So you're telling us that you don't even remember attacking us when we tried to help you?" Skipper asked. Camryn appeared even more confused.

"I don't recall that either."

"How is that even possible?!"

"I don't know!"

Kowalski took this time to intervene before the arguing between the two got ugly. "Perhaps the initial trauma of what happened has given her a mild case of amnesia, therefore she has no recollection of what she has done."

"Whats the status on her recovering said memory, that is if she really did lose her memory?" Skipper asked. He clearly wasn't buying anything this girl was saying.

"Well the chances are very slim actually. The brain is a delicate instrument and still holds a vast amount of secrets that we, today still have yet to understand. There is but a twenty percent chance that her memory will return. Perhaps over time while she's healing up, her memory might come back."

" I can't stay here! I need to find my friends. "

"Look sister, feel free to leave when ever you want, we're not here to hold you hostage. But let me just remind you that you're not exactly in the best condition to be going anywhere." Skipper stated. The female looked like she was about to explode with rage. Camryn despised being looked down upon as if she was weak, no matter how bad her condition was and no matter how much pain she was in she hated when people pitied her. Despite her state she hopped onto the floor and gritted through the pain to make her leave. Skipper watched her attempt to limp off, as pathetic as that looked he wasn't planning on showing empathy for this bratty girl. He didn't trust her one bit, not the whole amnesia shtick, nor the injured and sick shtick. Well technically he did believe she was hurt and sick but that doesn't mean it couldn't have been all part of her plan to make them feel sorry for her and let their guard down, he's encountered many enemies that have been so dedicated to pull the wool over his eyes that they'd go so far as to break every bone in their body to gain their sympathy, till they were fully recovered and stabbed them in the back, that's what happened to Manfredi and Johnson and he wasn't about to let it happen to him.

Private frowned with great guilt, he was too soft for his own good and he knew that but he couldn't stand the thought of letting her leave in her condition. Just as she made her way out the door Private has given his leader the saddest and most pleading pout he could ever muster. Skipper tried his hardest to resist the private's gaze but he just couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. Those sad eyes of will soon be the death of him.

"I know I'm going to regret this... Fine, call her back. We'll help her find her 'friends'... I guess." the leader muttered, using air quotes to underline the term 'friends'. Private smiled and ran out to retrieve Camryn. He didn't have to look far, she was fighting to climb the ladder with only one arm and foot. She had only made it to the second step of the ladder before slipping and landing on her behind which was much more painful than it looked considering her injuries. Private quickly ran to her aid and helped her up.

"Why are you helping me?" Camryn asked, a hint of frustration in her voice. Not that she was angry at him, it was just the frustration of feeling weak that was grinding her gears. "Because you're hurt. And everyone needs help now and then. Please don't go. Skipper said he'd help look for your friends. You can stay here until you feel better." Private said and helped her to one of the concrete slabs they used as chairs.

After sitting down Camryn took a deep breath in and out. She was just stressed and worried. Her friends were like her family, the fact that she had no memory of what had happened to them or to herself had frightened her. Not remembering something so important has scared her and if she was this hurt then what became of her friends? Were they hurt too? Are they near by? Would they remember what had happened? Were they still alive?

Private could see that Camryn was calming down but he could also see the hurt in her eyes. He wasn't sure if it was just the pain or the concerns building inside of her.

"How about I make you some tea."

"Yes please..." she smiled softly at the young Brit. Private was glad that she was finally warming up to him, but would she be able warm up to the rest of the team he pondered.

"What kind would you like?"

"What do you have?"

While Private was listing all the tea that they had Skipper was busy instructing the rest of his team.

"I don't trust this girl one bit, I want you two to keep an eye on her." Skipper ordered. "Aye Aye, sir!" Kowalski saluted, understanding the instructions given by his commander where as Rico simply nodded vigorously.

"This girl is clearly trained for combat so stay alert and stay on your toes. Now let's move out and see about these 'friends' of hers." Skipper signaled them to move out and while doing so Rico had moved out while walking on the tips of his toes, not that anyone was going to question it.

Just outside of the New York airport, two figures stepped out from the plane they've just stowed away on.

"So this is America." the first figure spoke to the second figure.

"New York city~" chimed the second figure.

"Now to find Skipper."