I'll be honest, I almost forgot to update today. Hahaha! But, I did it. Anyway, here's where we start getting into the really meaty part of this story. Things are not A-Okay with Amy's mind, as you shall soon see. Enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of its characters. Chris Nova belongs to Solaris Prime. I have Amy and Gage.

"What d'ya mean ya don't know how it happened?" Raphael demanded over the phone, screaming into Gage's ear. Gage pulled his cell away from his head, cringing at the gruff voice. After he was sure it was safe for his eardrums again, he placed the receiver back to his ear.

"Just what I said," he answered carefully. He was pacing an empty hallway of the hospital, where Amelia had been admitted only an hour before. "She seemed fine the other day. And then the next thing I know, she's hanging off the roof of our apartment building!"

Gage was speaking in reference to the event that had occurred earlier in the evening. Amy had gone for an afternoon run, something he was accustomed to with her. After an hour or so, he'd had the idea to watch the sun set from the roof of their building and climbed up the fire escape. It was there that he had found his fiancée dangling from the ledge of the building, seeming as though she was blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. A moment later, her grip slipped and she began plummeting to the ground. It was only thanks to Gage extending his arm from the fire escape to catch her that she was still alive.

According to the hospital doctors, Amy merely had a dislocated shoulder and a few scrapes from the fall, but was in otherwise perfect physical condition. It wasn't her physical condition that they were worried about. People didn't typically hang from the ledge of a building; that was common knowledge. It was now time to either question Amelia's sanity, or consider her depression worsening.

"Did she seem to be acting strange beforehand?" Donatello asked through the phone lines. Gage could only figure that they were using a speakerphone to talk to him.

"No, that's just the thing. She seemed perfectly normal before she went for a run. When I was bringing her to the hospital, she claimed to see Chris again." He sighed heavily. "God, I know I have to help her, but hell if I know how."

"What did the psych say," Mikey asked, his voice taking on a nervous tone. He was worried—they all were.

"He wants to try electroshock."

"What?" Amelia's family demanded loudly.

"They want to electrocute her?" Mikey repeated.

"Dr. Fogg thinks it might provide her with some relief, maybe lessen her depression," Gage answered.

"Right. E.C.T., electric chair—we shock who we can't save." Michelangelo's tone was a bit more sarcastic than Gage was used to.

"Look, I don't like it any more than you guys do, but this could help Amy." Gage leaned against the nearest wall and slid to the floor with another heavy sigh. "It seems like whenever she goes flying, I'm the one keeping my feet on solid ground. I was there by her side when she cried, that night when she was hysterical."

"This has taken a huge toll on you too, huh?" Mona asked carefully. It was the first time Gage had been asked about how he was handling what was going on with Amy, not that he'd expected any different. His focus was always on his fiancée, just as everyone else's was. He couldn't help but bark out a wry laugh in spite of himself.

"Mine is just a slower suicide," he muttered. "I've been here for the show, every high and every low. What matters most right now is Amy. She's been hurt so much, and I can't give up now. Makes you wonder who's the crazy one? The one who can't cope or the one who still hopes."

"So, you're going to try the E.C.T?" Leo inquired, his tone sounding as though he was trying to make sure he understood what Gage was saying.

"I think it's our best option right now. I'll call you guys when I have more information for you." Gage shut his cell phone just as one of the hospital doctors was approaching him. He quickly stood to greet the man.

"We can begin undergoing the treatment as soon as you are sure of your decision. I would recommend you talk with your fiancée and gain her consent beforehand, though," the doctor said and Gage nodded.

"Thank you." Gage quickly walked down the hallway, into Amelia's hospital room and found her staring at the ceiling. "Amy?" The young woman's glazed eyes quickly focused as they snapped to him. A moment later, they seemed dull again.

"Catch me, I'm falling," she murmured. Gage shook his head slowly as he took a seat on the edge of her bed. He took her hand in his.

"I already did, Amy. I'm not going to ever let you fall."

"Gage, what's wrong with me?"

"We're not sure, to be perfectly honest. God, Amy, I was so scared for you today. You could have died."

Amy shrugged. "What doesn't kill me doesn't kill me," she answered, causing Gage to sigh once again.

"Please, let me help you, Amy."

"How do you plan to help me?"

"Dr. Fogg wants you to try E.C.T. He thinks it will help you think more clearly. It might make your visions of Chris go away."

"He wants to electrocute me?" Amy asked, repeating the same question Michelangelo had asked earlier. Had it been in any other situation, Gage would have chuckled at how like her brothers Amy was.

"Only enough to trigger a reaction in your brain to get rid of these visions. Amy, it's not healthy to be hanging off the roof of a building."

"I'm not an invalid, Gage. I know it's not healthy."

"Then why were you doing it?" Gage asked pointedly. Amy glanced away, as though embarrassed.

"I-I saw Chris again. He looked so real this time, and I just… I wanted to follow him for a minute. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I slipped over the ledge."

"That only worries me more. These sightings of him are endangering your life. Please, give Dr. Fogg's recommendation a shot. If it doesn't work, then we can stop as soon as you give the word. But… just give it a chance. Please, Amy. For your family. For me."

Amelia turned her gaze towards the window of her hospital room as silence engulfed the two of them. The lights of New York City at night were beautiful, she thought. She'd hate to lose a sight such as that to something as ridiculous as slipping off the roof of her apartment building. With a deep breath to recollect her thoughts, Amy turned to her fiancée with a reassuring smile.

"Alright," she whispered. "I'll try it."

So, you get to see the strain this whole thing is putting not only on Amy, but on Gage and her family. Interesting stuff coming up. And I purposely left the reasons behind Amy's "slip and fall" routine a tad on the ambiguous side. Do you guys think she actually slipped? Was it really caused because she saw a weird vision and she lost her bearings on where she was? Was she trying to join Chris in the afterlife? I leave that entirely up to you guys. ;)

Please R&R.