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VII
It felt good for Sasha to finally get her Token back around her neck. She squatted on a chair beside Donatello and watched him as he uploaded the pictures on to the computer, and then posted them on a few different websites with a message that read, "My friend owns this necklace, and she is curious as to what the symbols mean. Anyone have any ideas?"
"Do you think anyone will reply?" Sasha asked, staring at the screen.
Donatello shrugged. "I'm not sure. Asking on the Internet can be like shooting a gun in the dark. You might hit your target, or you could land way off the mark."
"Oh." Sasha frowned at the screen and prayed silently that someone would know something. "How long will it take for a reply to be sent?" she asked.
"Anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. It all depends on luck."
"Like shooting in the dark," Sasha repeated. Something about that sentence stuck in her head. "Like shooting in the dark...or fighting in the dark..."
Donatello looked over to her. Her eyes were unfocused, and she was holding her Token in her hand. "Sasha?"
"Like..." She bit her lip and clamped her eyes shut. "Like...Oh! Damnation! I had it! I had it!" Her eyes flew open and Donatello saw tears in them, threatening to escape. "I had something, it was there, I almost had it in my mind—Drat it. I lost it. It's gone."
She looked forlornly at Don, and he felt a deep sense of pity and sadness welling up inside him. He had never thought about it before, but having amnesia would probably be very frustrating. "Don't worry Sasha, I'm sure you'll regain your memory soon."
She didn't reply. Her eyes shifted to the computer screen.
"Listen, Sasha, where did you get your boots? I was looking at them, and I didn't see any labels on them."
"I don't know," Sasha said. "I guess I've had them for a while because they feel so natural for me to wear. But I don't know where I got them. For all I know, I could have been born with them on."
Before Donatello could say anything more, she got up off the chair and left the room. Donatello watched her walk. She obviously relied on her tail for balance, but there was something else about the way she walked. The way she carried her shoulders especially. It was as if she was used to wearing a backpack or something.
He shrugged and turned back to his computer. He wanted to do some research on amnesia.
Sasha went into the TV room and sat down on the back of it, allowing her tail to hang down the back. Michelangelo was watching a morning newscast. The woman on it was talking about a museum robbery that had occurred the night before.
"...There are still no suspects in the case involving the stolen scrolls," the reporter told the camera. "However, we have been told that all of the security guards here at the museum were found unconscious by the police upon arrival. There are no reports yet on the condition the guards are in. We will remain here on the scene and we will relay updates to you as they develop. This is April O'Neil, channel six news. Back to you Justin."
"Is that your friend whose clothes I am borrowing?" Sasha asked Michelangelo.
"Yeah, April. You'll probably get to meet her tonight—she's coming down to visit."
"Ah. What was stolen from the museum?"
"Hmm? Oh, some sort of ancient scrolls. They weren't real specific." Mikey shrugged. "I was just watching to see April."
"Why?" Sasha asked.
"What do you mean why? She's my friend. It's like my job to watch her."
Sasha raised an eyebrow. "There must be some job that would use your time more wisely."
"Nah," Mikey said with a grin. "About the only other thing I have to do is practice. And that gets boring."
"Oh."
"Do you like comic books? I have a bunch of comic books, if you want something to do."
"Sure," Sasha said, looking up and smiling a little. "Maybe something in them will jog my memory."
"Cool."
Michelangelo led Sasha to his bedroom where they spent much of the rest of the day reading comic books and talking.
The Comic books did not remind Sasha of anything. In fact, they seemed more foreign to her than the buildings on the streets above. "I don't get it," she said, putting down a magazine. "Why would a spider bite give someone super powers?"
"It was a radio active spider. When it bit him, it made him radioactive, and the radioactive stuff made his genes mutate," Mikey explained. He was lounging on the floor, while Sasha was sitting on the bed.
"That's what happened to you and your brothers and Splinter, right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
Sasha shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's the only thing that seemed logical. You were mutated. Things like that only make sense when applied to people like you."
Mikey tossed another comic book in her direction. "You're startin' to think too much, Dudette. This is total-relaxation time. No brainwork required. "
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of their Affiliates. I do however own Sasha, so you can't have her.
VII
It felt good for Sasha to finally get her Token back around her neck. She squatted on a chair beside Donatello and watched him as he uploaded the pictures on to the computer, and then posted them on a few different websites with a message that read, "My friend owns this necklace, and she is curious as to what the symbols mean. Anyone have any ideas?"
"Do you think anyone will reply?" Sasha asked, staring at the screen.
Donatello shrugged. "I'm not sure. Asking on the Internet can be like shooting a gun in the dark. You might hit your target, or you could land way off the mark."
"Oh." Sasha frowned at the screen and prayed silently that someone would know something. "How long will it take for a reply to be sent?" she asked.
"Anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. It all depends on luck."
"Like shooting in the dark," Sasha repeated. Something about that sentence stuck in her head. "Like shooting in the dark...or fighting in the dark..."
Donatello looked over to her. Her eyes were unfocused, and she was holding her Token in her hand. "Sasha?"
"Like..." She bit her lip and clamped her eyes shut. "Like...Oh! Damnation! I had it! I had it!" Her eyes flew open and Donatello saw tears in them, threatening to escape. "I had something, it was there, I almost had it in my mind—Drat it. I lost it. It's gone."
She looked forlornly at Don, and he felt a deep sense of pity and sadness welling up inside him. He had never thought about it before, but having amnesia would probably be very frustrating. "Don't worry Sasha, I'm sure you'll regain your memory soon."
She didn't reply. Her eyes shifted to the computer screen.
"Listen, Sasha, where did you get your boots? I was looking at them, and I didn't see any labels on them."
"I don't know," Sasha said. "I guess I've had them for a while because they feel so natural for me to wear. But I don't know where I got them. For all I know, I could have been born with them on."
Before Donatello could say anything more, she got up off the chair and left the room. Donatello watched her walk. She obviously relied on her tail for balance, but there was something else about the way she walked. The way she carried her shoulders especially. It was as if she was used to wearing a backpack or something.
He shrugged and turned back to his computer. He wanted to do some research on amnesia.
Sasha went into the TV room and sat down on the back of it, allowing her tail to hang down the back. Michelangelo was watching a morning newscast. The woman on it was talking about a museum robbery that had occurred the night before.
"...There are still no suspects in the case involving the stolen scrolls," the reporter told the camera. "However, we have been told that all of the security guards here at the museum were found unconscious by the police upon arrival. There are no reports yet on the condition the guards are in. We will remain here on the scene and we will relay updates to you as they develop. This is April O'Neil, channel six news. Back to you Justin."
"Is that your friend whose clothes I am borrowing?" Sasha asked Michelangelo.
"Yeah, April. You'll probably get to meet her tonight—she's coming down to visit."
"Ah. What was stolen from the museum?"
"Hmm? Oh, some sort of ancient scrolls. They weren't real specific." Mikey shrugged. "I was just watching to see April."
"Why?" Sasha asked.
"What do you mean why? She's my friend. It's like my job to watch her."
Sasha raised an eyebrow. "There must be some job that would use your time more wisely."
"Nah," Mikey said with a grin. "About the only other thing I have to do is practice. And that gets boring."
"Oh."
"Do you like comic books? I have a bunch of comic books, if you want something to do."
"Sure," Sasha said, looking up and smiling a little. "Maybe something in them will jog my memory."
"Cool."
Michelangelo led Sasha to his bedroom where they spent much of the rest of the day reading comic books and talking.
The Comic books did not remind Sasha of anything. In fact, they seemed more foreign to her than the buildings on the streets above. "I don't get it," she said, putting down a magazine. "Why would a spider bite give someone super powers?"
"It was a radio active spider. When it bit him, it made him radioactive, and the radioactive stuff made his genes mutate," Mikey explained. He was lounging on the floor, while Sasha was sitting on the bed.
"That's what happened to you and your brothers and Splinter, right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
Sasha shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's the only thing that seemed logical. You were mutated. Things like that only make sense when applied to people like you."
Mikey tossed another comic book in her direction. "You're startin' to think too much, Dudette. This is total-relaxation time. No brainwork required. "