"Second Time Around. How may I help you?"

"April?" April's pleasantness faded away when she heard the unfamiliar, choked voice on the other line. "Who is this?" The voice on the other end didn't answer. All that could be heard was a series of noises that sounded like someone was dry heaving. Having been in enough odd situations to know that there was a fine line between prank calls and a serious emergency, April anxiously remained on the line. She was about to give up when the voice spoke again. "The turtles… I need the turtles."

Surprised, April again inquired after the caller's identity. Instead of an answer, the person whispered in a guttural voice, "Medicine. I need… more… ohh." A clatter on the other end told April that the phone had just been dropped. "Hello? Hello? Who is this?" With an odd, sudden snap! sound, the line went dead.

Unnerved, Allison put the phone down. Turtles? More medicine? She wondered over the cryptic message and moved over to her caller ID. Instead of a name, she was given a location: Burbank, California. She blinked at the words before hurriedly copying down the number. California… why did that sound so crucial to her?

April left the counter and locked the door to the antique shop. It was her late night, and she was only doing inventory, so she figured that this was a good a time as any to close up for the night. She dashed up the stairs that led to her apartment. Her computer was always on, and she sat down at it. A quick look to her desk calendar told her that today was the day that the turtles were due to go on their vacation to see their friend… in California.

At the memory of Allison, a lump formed in April's throat. She quickly did a Google search on the phone number she had copied down. Sure enough, the number belonged to an Allison Grayson. "Oh no," she muttered, fearing the worst. She jotted down the address it gave her. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was nearly eleven o'clock. She had been sifting through old antiques longer than she had thought she would. The turtles were slated to leave around 8:30. For all she knew, given Donatello's adjustments to their helicopter, they might already be there. More medicine.

A chill went down April's spine as she stood and took her shell cell out of her pocket. Though she hadn't witnessed it, she remembered about Allison being exposed to a highly concentrated version of Agent Bishop's outbreak virus, turning her into an insane and deadly mutant rat. Donatello and Leatherhead had worked hard on developing a cure from what little they had managed to salvage from Area 51 and turned her back into her normal self. But now… a voice calling from Allison's apartment demanding more medicine?

Calling Donatello, April thought, This definitely doesn't sound good.

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"At the tone, the local time will be six o'clock. Beeeeeeeeeeep."

"Hey Mikey," Raphael barked. "Get a little more high-pitched, and I'll give ya somethin' to beep about!" Leonardo glared back at them and told them to stop arguing. He had given that order numerous times during the flight, but it was especially firm this time around. They were descending, and Leonardo had never been overly fond of descending aircrafts. He blamed it on a remnant of his childhood acrophobia, but never dared bring it up to any of his brothers.

They touched ground smoothly. "Here we are, gang," Donatello announced, switching off the helicopter's gears. "California! And in only a little more than two hours. This baby of mine is definitely-" Raphael stood and made his way to his shell cycle that had been stored in the back. "Yeah, yeah. C'mon. After all that time 'a stale air, I need to get outta here."

With that, the four turtles grabbed their bags and walked the two shell cycles they had brought with them out of the helicopter. Once outside, Donatello removed a remote control from one of his bags. When he aimed it at their chopper, a cloaking device activated. Even though they were in remote woodlands, the added precaution bestowed by Utrom technology made sure that they wouldn't get discovered by any wandering passerby. Looking up at the invisible aircraft, Donatello sighed fondly as his brothers began to load up on the two bikes. "Gotta love the Utroms."

He was about to go and ride behind Raphael when his shell cell went off. Annoyed by the delay, Raphael groaned, "Not even here two minutes and Casey's already busted somethin'!" Donatello ignored him and answered the call. "Hello? Oh, hey April-… huh? …We just got here. …What? …Are you sure?"

Not liking his troubled voice, Leonardo turned to look back at him. "Ok… ok, we'll check it out. Thanks for letting us know." As Donatello worriedly put his communicator away, Leonardo asked, "Everything okay? Do we need to head back?" Donatello grabbed a helmet and quickly put it on as he jumped to his seat behind Raphael. "No," he replied, "We have to go forward! Allison just called April, and it sounds like she's in big trouble!" Leonardo was about to ask what sort of trouble, but was too late.

Raphael took off immediately after the words left Donatello's mouth.