Alright, I suddenly had a stroke of a need to write. But now I'm extremely tired. My inspiration for this chapter was Celine Dion's: "If walls could talk"...

I'll use this chapter to introduce a new character. Whether or not she has a meaning for the story… only time will tell.

Enjoy…

A small stroke of light hit the turtle in the face, making him lift his head slightly. Where the heck did it come from. He scanned the wall, suddenly noticing the small hole.

"What the-" he asked himself, letting a finger stroke the hole, when something sharp hit him. With a yelp, Leo pulled his hand back, noticing a small cut in his finger. It could have been a needle or something like that, but it surely couldn't be bigger. He tried to look inside the hole, noticing the small sharp thing scratching back and forth in a monotone manner, like a machine.

His curiosity quickly taking the better of him, he examined the thing closer. With a swift movement, he pinned the small, scratching needle down to try to stop it's movement. He had expected it to try and continue, as if a wheel or something was keeping it from stopping, but it wasn't the reaction, he got. The needle was pulled back fast, followed by a girl's scream of surprise. Leo almost screamed as well, though being the tough male he was, he kept it inside his throat.

"Is - someone there?" he hesitantly called into the hole.

Silence. Until he could hear movements on the other side of the wall.

"Uhm… Yeah…" the reply came back. It was definitely a female, "Who's there?"

Leo blinked slightly, but knew the most right and logical thing was to answer - though he found it a bit akward.

"My name is Leonardo," he stated, giving up on trying to see through the hole. It was simply too small. Leo awaited a reply from the person on the other side, but as he didn't get any, he tried to search for one himself.

"What's your name?"

Seconds past slowly, when a small sniff was heard.

"It doesn't matter…"

"Why not?" Leo questioned carefully. He was unsure what else to say, the whole situation didn't seem right. He wasn't even sure, whether or not this person was in the same situation as him - or maybe he was. There was a hint of sadness behind the voice every time she spoke.

"Trust me, it doesn't matter," she retorted, this time a little darker than before.

"Fine," Leo replied, not taking notice of the harsher tone, "But what are you doing here? Are you a prisoner?"

"You could say that," the female sounded more clear now, but the sadness was still there, "I've been here for some time now…"

"But, how long have you been working on the hole?" Leo could sense the girl pause, and suddenly, the small needle came back to the hole and started scratching, again in the same monotone way as before. The female didn't reply, but he could see how slowly it went. It was like only a small piece, nothing more than a corn of sand, was removed every time the needle went over strokes in the hole. Leo quickly got the point. She could have been there for months… If she worked on it constantly.

"Never mind," he sighed. He kept silent for a while, listening to the scratching from the needle, as it dug more of the wall out.

"If you're thinking of a way out," her voice suddenly called, "You're wasting your time. I've tried everything."

"I know there is a way, we just haven't found it yet," Leo got up from his spot, standing in the middle of the cell, "There's always a way, just wait and see." He looked down at the hole again, seeing the needle doing it's rapid work. With a sigh, the blue-masked turtle rested himself against the wall. He stood there for minutes in silence, until he noticed the sound of the needle was gone. A small click from the door in the cell beside him clicked, and a male voice acknowledged "dinner time" and the click from the door sounded again.

So they feed her? That had to mean, that they needed her alive. And it reminded him, that he hadn't gotten anything to eat in ages. The thought itself made his stomach rumble.

"I'd gladly give you some, but it can't fit through the hole…"

Leo chuckled lowly, sitting down.

"You have a pretty keen sense of hearing," he smiled. The smile vanished, when the needle came back into the hole and started scratching.

"Ehm," Leo blinked slightly, "And apparently no appetite."

The female chuckled lowly to herself, but that was all it ever came to, when the door to Leonardo's cell suddenly opened, and a Foot pushed a bowl of brown stuff into his cell - and it didn't look eatable. The thug was about to close the cell door again, but Leo was too quick for him. Before he could react, the turtle had grabbed his head and smacked it into the wall, making him pass out. And that was it. Leo was out of his cell, he could run, find his brothers and get them to safety - but he couldn't leave the girl behind. She needed his help desperately. He turned to the passed out Foot, grabbing the keys on the floor and quickly moved to open the female's door. As he swung it open, the sight surprised him, making him freeze on his spot. In the corner of the cell, sat a small yellow shape with brown stripes up and down it's legs and arms. A fluffy tail twitched behind it, and a pair of brown eyes looked directly at him, out from a cascade of reddish or brown hair that almost reached down to her hips - and a pair of white wings with a hint of blue behind her. Before her stood a plate with raw meat on it, untouched.

"You're a-" Leo trailed off, his mouth dropping. The female didn't say anything. She was atleast twice as surprised as Leo was. She had suspected something else than a turtle, just like Leo had suspected something else than a cat - with wings…

But there wasn't time to stand and look at each other in ave. The Foot would soon wake up and ring the alarm.

"Come on," he said to the cat, reaching a hand out to her, "Let's get out of this place. The feline slowly got up, taking the offered hand. She was still shocked by his looks, but she did as she was told. Dragging her along, Leo ran through the corridors in search of an exit.