Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed last chapter! Guest, Isabella Camovic, JBomb217, Bookkeeper2004, kiap kiap, nindroidzane, EchoJulien, and Dr. Fluffmuffin, your words really boosted my spirits! I honestly felt that these chapters fell short of what I wanted them to be, and worried my characters were too different from their show counterparts. To know you enjoyed them and they gave you at least a bit of feels makes me so happy!

Isabella, I apologize that your request didn't make chapter 3. IT'S COMING SOON! It's written, I just need to transfer it from paper and finish the ending. It almost made it. It'll probably be chapter 4.

Third Chapter: A short stand-alone, in which Echo is compared to a cinnamon roll.

Rivers of rain drummed against the window panes of the Monastery. Inside it was strangely quiet. The Ninja were lounging around or trying to kill time. The power had gone out, so any light in the house came from candles - their tiny yellow flames dancing brightly against the dingy grey rooms.

Jay lay slumped on the couch, completely bored. In his hands he held a cookbook, though he couldn't remember when or how he'd picked it up. He turned the pages one at a time, eyelids drooping, gazing at pictures of baked goods he couldn't eat because the stove wouldn't turn on.

"Echo's a cinnamon roll," he said suddenly.

Nya and Kai looked up from the family album they were poring through.

"What?" Nya asked.

"He's a cinnamon roll," Jay repeated, eyes still half closed and downcast on the page. He put his finger down on the words and followed them as he spoke, "Cinnamon roll, a sweet roll... add flour so the dough doesn't stick... bake until golden brown... made in Denmark." He turned the book around for them to see.

"He's even the same colour." Kai noted.

Nya gave him a weird look.

Kai turned to her. "You know. He's sweet, he's warm, he's been through undeserved suffering."

"How has a cinnamon roll been through undeserved suffering?"

"Baking? Getting chewed up and swallowed? No pastry has asked for that!"

Nya rolled her eyes.

"You've never heard the term cinnamon roll before?" Kai started to sound incredulous.

"Nope."

"You don't spend enough time on the internet." Kai went back to looking at a picture of him and a much younger Lloyd wrestling.

"You spend too much time on the internet."

"I wasn't even thinking of the internet," Jay murmured from behind the cookbook. "Echo Zane is the very definition of a cinnamon roll. He looks just like one."

"You guys are weird," Nya muttered, not looking up from the photo album.

The rain continued to batter against the window, casting spotted shadows over the wall. Echo walked into the room, carrying a paper and pencil.

"Echo, you're officially a cinnamon roll." Jay told him.

"What do you mean?" Echo asked, tilting his head.

Jay responded with a grunt, laying back and placing the cookbook over his face.

This left Nya shaking her head and the cinnamon roll standing there in confusion.

-Fin

AN: I dunno if you guys noticed, but Lego, and therefore Echo Zane, is made in Denmark. Just like cinnamon rolls. (Or as they call them: cinnamon snails.)

I hope this entertained you! I know it was short. Thank you for lending this little story your time!