Author note: Thanks for the reviews.

-Ahem- I do not know if New Jersey is anywhere near New York, and I do not care. In my story, New Jersey is beside New York. I am the creator and what I say goes! Lol!

I ran as fast as I could through the streets of Brooklyn. Just a few more blocks…yes! The Lodging House came into clear view, and I took off into a fast sprint.

I swung open the door, and didn't have time to close it. I ran into the main room to find everyone…crying?

I took a deep breath and held up the bag of medicine.

"Where is Dr. Grey?" I asked. Dice shook his head,

"Upstairs-"

"Thanks!" I didn't give him enough time to finish.

I quickly ran up the stairs and ran into Sage's room, not caring that she was on quarantine. Dr. Grey was sitting beside Sage's bed, shaking his head, while Splinter lay his head in his hands, crying.

I stared, waiting for them to notice me.

"Dr. Grey!" I nearly screamed. The Doctor shot his head up and looked at me. He took a deep breath.

"I got tha medicine," I said, proud of myself. Dr. Grey rose from the chair and walked over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, son, but Sage didn't make it…" he said, staring down at me with sad eyes. I gasped and stepped back, dropping the bag of medicine to the ground.

I pushed Dr. Grey aside and ran over to Sage's bed. Her eyes were closed, and all the color seemed to be drained from her face. I shook my head,

"Sage," I said, hoping that she'd wake up by the sound of my voice.

"Sage, it's me…Spot!" I tried again. She didn't move nor breathe. I grabbed her icy cold hand and squeezed it tightly.

"I have tha medicine, youse can get better now…" no movement was made. I put my head down on the bed and held on to her hand slightly.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, not allowing my tears to fall. "I'm sorry dat I was too slow."

"I-"

I instantly woke up, feeling the carriage ride over a huge rock. I looked around and found it to be probably around four in the afternoon. I cleared my throat and looked over at Ned, who didn't seem to be affected by my sudden wake up.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, glancing over at me. I took in a deep breath after realizing it was just a dream.

"Nightmare," I simply said, wiping the sweat from my forehead. It was a scorcher outside.

"Here," Ned said, shoving water in front of me. I took it without hesitation and drank some, leaving as much as I could for Ned.

"You can have the rest," he said, noticing my small sips. I gave him a generous smile and gulped down the rest.

"Are we almost there?" I asked, hoping I wasn't annoying him. Ned chuckled,

"We are here." I looked over at him with wide eyes,

"Really?"

"Yup. Where you headed in New Jersey anyway, kid?" I ignored the "kid" and showed him the place on the map, hoping that it was somewhere near.

"Ah, I see. That's where I live. We are close, very close."

And close we were. It only took us ten minutes.

"Uh, do you know where I can find the doctor in this town?" I asked him before stepping off the carriage.

"Of course I do, son." Ned stood up and took a bow, "Dr. Diggins here at your service." I gave Ned an odd look, which made him laugh.

"Theodore told me about your journey, that's why I gave you a ride."

"Theodore?" I asked, giving him, yet, another strange look.

"Theodore Grey, the doctor taking care of your friend." I smiled as Ned stepped off of the carriage, and I followed suit. He walked into a small shop looking place, and motioned for me to follow.

He pulled out a few bottles of medicine and placed them on the counter.

"This should do it," Ned said, giving me a smile. I pulled out the money and handed it to him, putting the medicine into a small bag.

"I'm sorry I can't give you a ride back. C'mon, we should get some food in you." I tried protesting, but Ned insisted. We walked over to a small restaurant, and sat at a table.

New Jersey was way different from New York. People here seemed to be…clean. Ned ordered something for them both of us, and I didn't protest.

"Would you like to stay at my place tonight, so you can get a good sleep before you leave?" I shook my head as I took a bite out of my food.

"I don' have time ta stay da night in New Joisy. I'll probably sleep in da woods once I hit New York," I said, glancing up at Ned.

"That's not a good place to sleep," Ned said.

"I don' have a choice, I hafta get back ta Sage on time." Ned smiled and nodded, giving me an odd glance.

Normal P.O.V

I found myself crying on Spot's chest once again, begging him to wake up. Somebody then placed their hand on my shoulder. I instantly turned around, ready to fight, but I only gasped.

"Spot?" I asked, looking up at him.

"C'mon!" he demanded, pulling me to my feet. I looked back at the lifeless Spot, and then back up at the well alive Spot.

"But-"

"We's don' have time ta chat," Spot hissed, taking my hand into his and running in an alleyway. He pushed me against the wall and placed his hands onto my shoulders.

"But you're dead," I said, staring intently at him.

"I wouldn't die without sayin goodbye," he said, laughing slightly. I was terribly confused now, wondering what was going on. Spot's face inched closer to mine. Before I lips could touch, I peered into his…brown eyes? Spot doesn't have brown eyes! I immediately pushed him away, and the form of Spot morphed into the form of my uncle.

I woke up in my bed, breathing hard and waiting for somebody to run over to me and try to comfort me. But nobody was around. I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair.

I felt a couple of tears releasing from my eyes as I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling.

Spot's P.O.V

I bid Ned a farewell, and set out for New York. It was easy getting to New Jersey, but I didn't know how long it would take me on foot.

I didn't want to run, because I would only lose my energy. I walked for what seemed like forever, until it hit nighttime.

I looked at my map and squinted my eyes, trying to see where I was. I was close to New York now; very close. I just have to find a forest, which will be near…I felt my eyes starting to droop. No! I demanded myself. I can't fall asleep. I took out my small pocket watched and read that it was nine in the afternoon.

I sighed and put the pocket watch back in my pocket and kept on moving. I soon came upon a forest that separated New Jersey and New York. I sighed and ran into the forest, dropping to the ground and falling asleep.

The next morning I awoke late. It was about lunchtime.

"Shit!" I said, jumping to my feet and walking at a fast pace. I was in New York now, which surprised me. I actually made it back! But I still had a long way to go until I hit Brooklyn.

Normal P.O.V

I had awakened at six in the morning, pain striking through my body. I didn't know why I was in so much pain, but I just was.

I stayed like that for the rest of the morning. It was now around lunchtime, and I couldn't even find the strength to eat.

I threw up what I could, but there was still an unbearable pain in my stomach.

"The pneumonia is acting up," I heard Dr. Grey tell Splinter, as the nurses dabbed my head with wet rags. I moaned in pain and felt tears strolling down my face.

"I hope Spot makes it back in time," the doctor said. I nearly shot up and gave him an awkward look. Dr. Grey put his hand over his mouth. I gave him an evil glare, waiting for him to explain. Instead, Splinter spoke up.

"Listen, Sage. Youse are gettin worse, an' da doc. needs a medicine dat isn't in New York. So Spot went ta New Joisy ta get it." My eyes grew wide as I stared at Splinter.

He went to New Jersey…? I shook my head, causing a headache to threaten me. I laid back down onto my pillow and tried to fall asleep, but the pain in my stomach wouldn't allow it.

Spot's P.O.V

It was getting late, really late. I wasn't close to Brooklyn yet, and I could feel my heart sinking. It was about seven in the afternoon, and I was running as fast as I could through the thick forest.

The mud on the ground splattered on my shoes, but I didn't care. I didn't have long, and I couldn't just freeze time and make Sage wait for me.

I looked behind me, which was a stupid idea. Somebody's foot appeared in front of my, and I went tumbling down into the cold mud.