The crystal flipped the direction it was pointing, and was rapidly getting dimmer. Damien snarled in frustration.

"That car!" Tweet grabbed his shirt sleeve. "It's pointing after that black cadillac!"

"Yeah. It just zoomed out of the warehouse!" Rex added.

"Well don't just stand there, Rex! Fetch!" Damien commanded.

Rex took off running, too enticed by the chase to snarl at Damien, commanding him to fetch like he was some werewolf or something. Tweet started leaping between portals to catch up. Damien grinned. "I've got you now."

Finally this wild goose chase was coming to an end. Damien unfurled his massive wings, and started flying after the cadillac and his friends. He couldn't fly as fast as a vampire could run, but he knew he could fly as fast as a car could drive.

By the time he had caught up, Rex was fooling around, running backwards beside the driver's window of the black car, probably trying to freak out whatever poor mortal was driving. Tweet was perched on top, holding tightly to the vines that were wrapped around the back doors so he wouldn't fall off.

Damien flapped his wings a little harder to get ahead, and summoned a chunk of the asphalt to rise just in front of the car, in the shape of a ramp, so that the vehicle did a flip and landed in a nose dive onto some poor blue pickup truck that happened to be driving past.

Rex put on his brakes, and Tweet slid off the roof with a sigh of relief. Damien landed in front of the wreck. The crystal in his hands was now glowing brightly. Small sparks of energy were crackling from it, emitting an excited feeling to see its owner again soon.

Damien pulled open the back door of the car, pulling out a disheveled and barely conscious girl.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Tweet groaned loudly, at the sight.

Damien grinned, pulling Amingethia from the wreckage, and summoning black fire to slowly heal her.

"What?" Rex asked. "What's the matter?"

"You remember that mortal girl Damien and I were talking about earlier? The blonde one with gifts that Damien wouldn't let me kill?" Tweet responded. "That's her."

"That's ironic!" Rex grinned, then frowned. "It is ironic, right?"

"Yes, it's ironic." Tweet sighed, watching Damien finish healing her.

"Amingethia?" Damien whispered, as the girl fully came conscious.

Ming slowly opened her eyes. Her head no longer throbbed, and her cracked ribs felt like they'd never been damaged. In fact, she felt perfectly fine.

"Amingethia?"

"What?" Ming looked up at the blonde guy with the dangerous aura who stood over her, grinning. She recognized him and his unusually pale friend almost immediately. "You again?" Then she noticed the other guy, a latino guy with fangs poking out of his mouth, carelessly flipping a pistol like he was bored. "Who's your friend?" She asked with a spiteful tone. She had been ready to just give up and perish. How dare these guys come out of nowhere and save her from a car crash that looked like they had caused it, and somehow magically heal her body perfectly? Didn't they know who she was? She was a nobody, with nothing left to live for! How dare they disrespect her like this?!

"I'm Rex." Latino Fangs responded. "I'm a vampire."

Ming growled at him, then turned her attention to the grinning guy. What was his name again? Damien, wasn't it? "What did you do?"

"I found you. Finally." He held something towards her. A crackling, glowing blue stone. It was beautiful, and she could sense it was powerful, but Ming pushed his hand away.

"Why the heck would you save me? I was better off dead." She snarled.

"Please, just take your Tenhai crystal. It missed you. I missed you." He persisted, clearly not hearing her.

Ming hissed at him, like a cat ready to strike at an aggressor. "Leave me alone!"

"Take it! You'll remember everything!" Damien insisted.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ming demanded.

"When we met on the roof, and you fought us, I told you I was looking for the lost Princess Amingethia. Part of you reminded me of her, and now I know why. You are her!" Damien gasped. "You were banished to Earth for ten years because we broke a couple laws, but that ten years is over! You can come home now!"

Ming stared at him. He must have been insane... but at the same time, deep in her gut, she knew he was telling the truth. She slowly started to take the crystal, but as her hand moved towards his, she got an overwhelming feeling of loss, as Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo crossed her mind.

She bit back her tears and shook her head. "I don't want it. I don't have a home." As she started to walk away, the ground shook. Something above their heads rumbled. Ming looked up in horror to see a large, swirling cloud, out of which large metal chunks came flying through and started to attach themselves to each other.

"What?" Rex gasped quietly.

"Huh. An alien spacecraft in the sky. What do you know?" The pale guy added.

"Okay, look, I know you're going to want to go stop whatever that is, but please... take the crystal first. So I don't have to find you again. Then I can help you with... whatever the heck that is." Damien insisted.

Ming stared as the pieces of whatever was coming through the portal started to form into a large round ship of some kind. She felt the urge to go up and fight Shredder, stop whatever he was doing... but... how could she? How could she do anything without-

She turned and started walking away.

"Where are you going?!" Damien yelled, running after her. "Aren't you going to go be a hero? Save the day?"

"Hero?" Ming laughed. "I can't do jack shit. Let the city crumble. It's not my responsibility anymore."

"What?!" Damien gasped. "What are you talking about?"

"I can't fight on my own! My... my family is dead..."

Damien shook his head slowly. "How can you say that? How can you turn your back? You love New York! Even before you were sent here, you always loved New York. You always fought for it, sometimes with help, but usually alone!"

Ming turned back to Damien. "What?"

"You're a hero Amingethia. You always have been." He held the crystal out again. "Please. You'll remember everything..."

Ming looked at Damien. "My name-"

"Right. Ming. Sorry."

"How do you-"

Damien laughed. "You always preferred Ming. You just got lucky with your adopted family, I guess."

A chunk of the warship hit a nearby building. Ming could hear people screaming. She looked back at Damien, and the blue crystal in his hand.

Maybe what he was saying had merit... After all, what did she have left to lose?