~ Just a quick note. I got this chapter up faster than I expected :o) Earlier today I was going nuts because I didn't know what situation to put my last author in then it struck me… not literally of course because that would hurt but yeah! Now I can start the next chapter which was brewing and now I can type it hahahahaha! Sorry lost control for a moment.

Once the turtles were back in contact with land, Michelangelo looked at his empty arms and hit the ground on his knees. His brothers went to comfort him but he pushed them away. He didn't want to have any contact with anyone right now. The turtles landed in a park, surrounded by tall green tree's. Michelangelo got up and sat on one of the benches. He was staring at a branch that was moving in the wind, but not really seeing it. Raphael came up and sat down next to him.

"I won't ask if you're okay," Raphael said looking at his hands. "But is there anything I can do?" Michelangelo shook his head.

"I don't understand," Michelangelo said so quietly Raphael wasn't sure if he heard him. "Why are we going out to save people when one dies, why does it matter? If we can't save them all…" Michelangelo stopped taking in a deep breath fighting off more tears that threatened to consume him. "How many more are we going to have to go through, I don't think I can handle any more." Leonardo came over with Donatello.

"Hey guys, this is Orilla, Canada," Donatello said. "Small town I never heard of it. This is a small park of theirs." Michelangelo just shrugged not caring.

"We need to find shelter, night is coming fast," Leonardo said. Reluctantly Michelangelo got up only to be knocked over by a girl running by. Brownish blond hair with green streaks covered Michelangelo's face as the girl scrambled to get up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she apologized to them. Michelangelo shook his head and got up walking away. "I didn't mean to upset him." Leonardo stopped her from going after him.

"No it's just a rough time for us," Leonardo said. "We're far from home and a friend of ours just recently drowned." The girl brought a hand up to her face as she took in a breath.

"Oh I'm so sorry." Donatello took a breath after the girls comment.

"We are too," Raphael said. "Danielle was very nice and.."

"Danielle," The girl interrupted. "Where did she live?"

"In the US, we don't know the exact location," Donatello said.

"That's funny. I just talked to my friend Danielle, she lives in Colorado, and she told me about some guys who saved her from drowning…"

"You know her!" Leonardo exclaimed. "And what is your name?"

"Melissa," she said. "And every time I try talking to her about the mysterious guys the phone goes dead, go figure. Do you know what she means?" Melissa studied the guys.

"No, but maybe you could talk to our brother for us, he thought she was dead," Donatello steered Melissa in Michelangelo's direction. He was down the path sitting on a bench. Melissa walked over and sat next to him.

"Can I talk to you?" Melissa asked starting at the same spot that Michelangelo was staring at.

"Talk."

"I know Danielle," Michelangelo stiffened hearing her name.

"That's enough talking, you can leave," Michelangelo was getting ready to get up and leave when Melissa grabbed his arm.

"No, wait, wait, she's alive, I talked to her yesterday!" Michelangelo looked at Melissa with some hope.

"But she drowned yesterday." Michelangelo said softly.

"No," Melissa shook her head. "That was two weeks ago, December first. It's now December fifteenth, ten days from Christmas, feel the cold air?" Melissa gestured around and Michelangelo was noticing for the first time that it was a bit chilly out side. Then he looked back to Melissa.

"Danielle is alive?" Michelangelo questioned making sure he heard right. As Melissa nodded Michelangelo whooped and picked Melissa up in a hug swinging her around. She shrieked but held on tight to him until he put her down.

"Sorry but that was the best news I've heard, all day!" Michelangelo grabbed Melissa's hand and dragged her back to the guys. "We have to buy her a pizza or something pizza like dudes! Danielle is alive!" The turtles were amused as Michelangelo danced around with Melissa. She laughed until Leonardo stopped them.

"Not to interrupt but we need to get some where we can stay overnight," Leonardo said.

"Stay with me," Melissa offered. "If you're friends of Danielle's then you're friends of mine." The turtles said okay and followed Melissa to her home. It was empty inside because her parents had flown out to Melissa's Aunt for vacation and Melissa was to follow the next day.

"Sorry I'm only going to be here such a short time, but this will give you time to find a nice hotel," Melissa said. "What are you doing up here."

"Touring," Donatello answered. Melissa only nodded and pulled some blankets out for the guys. At dinner, they ordered four large pizza's, because it sounded like enough, Melissa thought they were exaggerating. When the doorbell sounded Melissa answered it with Raphael behind her. Raphael paid the pizza boy and took the pizza's to the table.

"I still think we got way too many pizza's," Melissa said, plucking a slice.

"Wait and see," Michelangelo said. Melissa stopped mid-chew as the guys devoured all but half of one. Melissa had a few slices then let the guys finish the rest. Heading out to the family room nothing was on TV so Melissa pulled twister out.

"Want to play?" She asked holding the box up. Raphael said he'd watch then got talked into spinning the wheel. Soon legs and arms were twisted this way and that on the game pad.

"Melissa, left hand blue," Raphael said.

"No way," Melissa gasped. "They're all taken!" Then Melissa saw a way to get a blue spot. Michelangelo was stretched across the mat, back facing the floor, with one foot barely touching blue. Melissa tried to slip her left hand under it, but ended up tickling Michelangelo making him fall on top of her, shell and all. Pulling Michelangelo off Melissa was shaking on the ground.

"Melissa are you okay!" Donatello said pulling her up. They soon found out that the shaking was from her laughing but no air was coming out. She finally whooped some in and started laughing doubling over back onto the floor.

"Okay, I'm okay." Melissa said wiping tears off her face. "Who's up for hot cocoa?" All raised hands. It was late until everyone collapsed into sleep. Melissa slept on the couch in the guys company while they all took the floor. Leonardo was the closes, while Raphael was on the outside. Donatello and Michelangelo were in the middle.

Melissa started dreaming and she was running, but she wasn't moving and wasn't sure what she was running from. Something behind her was closing in fast and she knew she couldn't outrun it, her feet pounding the ground as fast as she could. Then she was pinned, bolting herself straight up on the couch. Standing Melissa tried to run over to the kitchen but tripped on Leonardo and fell across all four of the guys. Waking up they were surprised to see her there.

"Is this for all your friends or are we special?" Raphael joked. Leonardo hit him and helped Melissa back up.

"Oh man, what a dream," Melissa said shaking her head.

"What was it about?" Michelangelo asked yawning.

"All I remember what that I was running from something and not going anywhere and that I thought I was going to get crushed." Melissa shook her head. "Weird, sorry I woke you up." Melissa looked at the clock. "Uh, oh I got to pack and leave here soon."

"How are you getting to the airport?" Donatello asked.

"Taxi."

"Can we tag along, we uh, got a later flight." Donatello stammered. Melissa nodded and went to pack her stuff. Half an hour later the cab was waiting outside and Melissa was still struggling on what to take with her. Michelangelo had come on and was now going through her clothes.

"Hey take this," Michelangelo held up a pair of Hello Kitty slippers. Melissa laughed and pushed them away.

"I won't need those," Then paused seeing him going through her dresser. Michelangelo pulled out a pink bra.

"What about this?" Michelangelo grinned big. Melissa dived for her bra and missed as Michelangelo held it up above his head. He was laughing until Leonardo cleared his throat loudly from the door and Melissa took that opportunity to grab her bra back.

"Melissa, the cab says he's leaving if you are not ready in five minutes," Leonardo gestured her to hurry up. Melissa gasped and shoved the rest of what she needed into the suitcase. The guys helped put her stuff in the trunk, and started to drive off towards the airport when she noticed something.

"Don't you have luggage?" Melissa asked.

"We travel light," Raphael said. Melissa thought that was weird but didn't say anything else until they got to the airport. Once the bags were checked in they followed Melissa to where she would board the plane. This one was boarding at ground level. Passengers were in line waiting for the board announcement.

"Flight 216, non-stop to Chicago, please start your boarding." Came the announcement. Melissa hugged all the guys, Michelangelo last and said to them.

"I wish I could have had more time to get to know you," Melissa had to turn and start walking up the steps.

"Melissa!" Michelangelo called out. She turned and looked at him. "Remember twister, left hand blue!" Melissa laughed and blew the guys a kiss as she boarded the plane. Once everyone was in, the doors closed and the guys just stayed there, to watch it take off.

Melissa found her seat among the flurry of people and sat down. Her carry on luggage was a small back pack that she fit her walkman into and turned it on. With everyone seated the stewardess went over the safety procedures, first in French, then in English. As the plane turned to take off, it jerked a little and Melissa decided to put the walkman away until they were in the air. Another jolt would have jerked people out of their seats if it wasn't for the seat belts and they knew that something wasn't right.

Michelangelo was inside phoning Danielle wanting to hear her speak to him. When a woman answered he asked for her, it sounded like she had been crying.

"I'm sorry, Danielle cannot answer the phone," The woman said between sobs. "She's…" The woman stopped unable to finish the conversation. Michelangelo said sorry and hung up the phone, So they didn't save Danielle, Melissa must have heard wrong. Feeling dejected Michelangelo walked back out to his brother as they watched the plane turn. The turtles turned ready to leave the airport when a screech of the plane tires made everyone turn. The plane staggered for a moment until one of the take-off wheels fell off causing the plane to spark and circle.

Inside the plane, Melissa and the passengers felt the jolt of the plane was the wheel fell off. When smoke started to come in, the emergency air bags came down. On reaction, Melissa grabbed on and put it on, the looked outside. The last thing she saw was the concrete as the plane fell over.

While doing circle's the plane started to smoke then to everyone's amazement, fell over and rolled. The wings broke off and the hull was dented, broken in two and smoking badly when it stopped. The turtles ran over and inside the plane started helping people out. Michelangelo picked up a baby who was crying when he saw Melissa. One of the plane wings had broken inside and pinned her against the wall. Her arm was cocked at a weird angle and blood ran a little from her mouth. Handing the baby to the mother who came up, Michelangelo went over trying to pull the wing off of Melissa. Bending it off of her body a little, Melissa took in a breath and opened her eyes.

"Mikey?" She questioned.

"Yeah, it's me," I'm getting you out of here you're not dying on me," Michelangelo pulled harder but the wing wouldn't move anymore. Michelangelo cursed then realized that Melissa was trying to get his attention again.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?" he asked

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a turtle?" Melissa coughed a little, it sounded like she was having a hard time to breathe.

"My brothers and I were sent here to save you," Michelangelo said. "And I will."

"What is meant to be will be, Mikey," Melissa's breaths were coming in short gasp now. "I just now understand how your back was so hard when you fell on me." Melissa smiled a little, getting Michelangelo to smile back until she started to cough again, her breaths growing shorter. "Remember twister, Michelangelo, left hand..." Melissa's eyes rolled back in her head.

"Melissa! No, you can't do this to me," Michelangelo pulled but it was no use. Some arms tried to drag him away but he resisted. It took four security and some civilians to pull him away. Leaving him with his brothers, Michelangelo yelled.

"Danielle didn't make it, I called her and a crying woman answered the phone saying so," Michelangelo said. "And now Melissa in the plane." The turtles all looked at each other. They all had their doubts but now they didn't' know what to think. The familiar tingle started in their hands, just before the flash, Michelangelo screamed at the sky.

"OBERON WHY?"