Slowly, Nancy started to wake up, and knew she wasn't at home. She opened her eyes and saw everything was white. Then everything was blurry. Rubbing her eyes she was able to get them to focus. She found herself in a fair sized room possibly about ten by ten feet. She was in a twin bed, which had a closet by the foot of the bed. The head of the bed was against the wall. To Nancy's right was a door to what seemed to be a bathroom, a wall to her left. A desk was up against the wall next to the bathroom and a door next to the closet.

Jumping up, Nancy had to sit back down for a moment to stop her head from swimming. 'Okay, what in the world happened. First I was having tea when this man, decides to approach me, leaves then my head goes crazy on me.' Hearing a hiss, Nancy looked up and saw that the door was metal, and the hissing was it sliding into the wall. Peter walked in and seemed surprised to find Nancy awake.

"What is going on here?" Nancy demanded. Peter only laughed.

"I told you that I needed your help. Willing or not, you will help me." Peter responded. Nancy got up a little wobbly at first but was able to steady herself and went to walk past Peter, intent on leaving. He grabbed her arm to stop her practically pulling her off her feet, since her head still was achy. As soon as he touched her, she started screaming at the top of her lungs. Peter pulled Nancy back against him covering her mouth. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

"I will not condone screaming," He spoke in a low voice. "Do you understand sweetie?" She shuddered and nodded her head slightly. Peter took his hand off of Nancy's mouth. "Now listen to me, my real name is Oroku Saki. You are in what is called a technodrome. My opponents call me. . ."

"The Shredder." Nancy whispered. She thought she was crazy with the Ninja Turtles, but this guy had gone beyond crazy. Out of fear, Nancy started to breath faster, as her heart picked up speed. If there was time to think about it, she would have noted how her palms also started to sweat and her knee's trembled. "What do you want with me?"

"To help me capture the Turtles is all," He said. All Nancy could do was laugh, she couldn't help it. "What is so funny?" Peter demanded.

"The turtles are not real." Nancy paused to catch her breath and fought down the bubbles of laughter that was threatening to erupt again. "Believe me I would love it if they were but come on, you have taken this fantasy of yours too far." Shaking her head she concluded this abductor was a crazy man. Peter threw Nancy on the bed, upset by her outburst.

"Then tell me how well I've made my costume." He snapped his fingers and some foot soldiers then came in and helped Peter put on some very impressive gear. Flashes of metal, were gleamed as they caught the reflection of the lights, and she could see spikes. Lots and lots of spikes, from the shoulders to the elbows, a;; over and upon the helmet they placed on his head. When completed, he looked like a much scarier Shredder than the movies ever put out.

"Oh my god," Nancy said slowly. She didn't know if she should think of him as Peter or as Shredder now. "Okay . . . Shredder." Nancy didn't know what to think, except that those spikes all over his body looked really sharp. As if he could read her mind, he turned and sliced up one of the foot soldiers in seconds. Pieces lay fizzing on the floor.

"Okay," Nancy said quietly. "You've earned the title as Shredder. But you've still carried this way too far." Shredder turned and walked up to Nancy like he was going to attack her. With a stifled shriek, she stumbled back against the bed, leaning on the wall and started to hyperventilate.

 "Stop that you foolish girl, or you'll faint." Shredder demanded. Good idea, thought Nancy. She let out a moan and slumped falling over onto the bed, even letting her head hit a little harder than intended. That's going to leave a mark. Shredder sighed and turned yelling at the foot to get out. Before leaving Shredder walked up to Nancy and brushed some hair off her face.

"Soon you will understand." Shredder quietly said and left. The door hissed shut and all was quiet. Nancy chanced a peek and saw that he was gone. She went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. On her way out, she saw that there was a picture on the desk. Picking it up, Nancy saw that it was a picture of Shredder in normal clothes and a girl, who looked exactly like her. Dropping the picture on the desk, Nancy backed away from it. Everything keeps getting freakier and freakier.

Going to the door, Nancy put her ear against the cold metal. She heard nothing on the other side. Before opening the door, Nancy picked up the lamp on the desk. Nancy opened the door and on the other side was a foot soldier, its back to her. Crashing the lamp against its head the foot soldier fizzled and fell to the floor. Holding her breath for a count of ten, no other foot came running so she thought herself safe. Stepping around it, Nancy headed down hall. Voices could be heard. Closer she got the clearer they became. One was Shredder's voice while the other one was high pitched and whinny. Finding a door, Nancy carefully peeked around and didn't know if she was going to faint for real this time or get sick. A brain was actually in a computer robot at a control panel. Kraing does exist. Maybe this was real.

 "Shredder," Kraing whined. "If you got the girl, why continue to send the foot to New York?"

"Because, I don't want the Turtles to expect anything." Shredder said. "This will be a complete surprise as well as their last. Now start the countdown."

Ten.

Nancy saw several foot soldiers getting on a raised pad. 'This is getting too real not to believe anymore,' Nancy thought.

Nine.

If those foot are going to New York, I'm hitching a ride. No way am I going to stay here with Shredder and, ugh, Kraing.

Eight.

Fast as she could go, Nancy bolted out toward the raised pad.

Seven.

Shredder watched for a second stunned.

Six.

"Stop her," He screamed.

Five.

All of the foot soldiers got off the pad and spread out to grab Nancy.

Four.

Nancy kept on running. She was almost there.

Three.

In front of Nancy, several of the foot jumped to tackle Nancy. She dropped and slid under them. 'Thank goodness for youth league baseball,' Nancy thought.

Two.

Nancy slammed into the pad and quickly crawled up onto it. She turned to see the foot running up to get her. Shredder was screaming at Kraing to stop the countdown.

One.