A/N: Hey there y'all! I'm finally back. And I apologise in advance for this mini-chapter, but that's the way it turned out, and I try not to argue with the flow of the story. Well, I did try, just very unsuccessfully.

A note; the three dashes indicate perspective, italics is thought, and the bolded ones is the email. (That'll make sense when you get to it.)

---Michaelangelo---

It's been over a month now since Amy vanished and there's still been no sign of her. Not even a tabloid piece about aliens that coulda been her – or so Donny says.

He should know, he's barely left his computer when he's not out searching the streets.

'He's gonna kill himself if he doesn't slow down and start taking proper care of himself again.'

Speaking of which, it's feeding time at the zoo. I use my shoulder to push open the door, carefully balancing the goodie-laden tray in my hands.

"Donny-boy! Din-dins!" I call, fully expecting to get shot down.

"I'm not hungry," he grunts.

'Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer BOOM! Air Mikey crashes and burns again! Oh the turtleality!'

"Come on bro," I say, trying again. "You gotta eat. And it's delish. Mm-mmm, casserole. Yummy."

He sighs. "Okay Mike. Could you just leave it there?"

"Sure thing Don. Just make sure that y'do eat it k?"

"Yeah," he says sighing AGAIN, "I will, just not right now."

'Yeah, not like he's said THAT before. I'm starting to feel like an unapprecieated housewife. I'm still hotter than any housewife of course. Hmmm, I wonder if I'd suit one of those fifties dresses and hair curlers. No hair, but I'm sure I could improvise.'

A sudden of a cry of alarm, blows that mental image away. Something big must be goin down out there. Wonder what Raph's broken this time? I open the door, only to be hit in the face with a cloud of yellow smoke.

"What the sh- shell?" I'm coughing already and I can barely breathe. Not good. I give to my knees, feeling like I've just been hit in the head with a ton of bricks.

'I hope we come out of this okay.'

---Donatello---

As Mike collapses to the ground, unconcious, I pull my bandanna off my head and use it a breathing mask. Then on borrowed time, I send an email to April so that she won't be at risk when she and Casey get back.

Do not come here upon return. Attacked. We will contact if possible.

I just hope she gets it.

Even with my bandanna, I can feel the gas making me drowsy. Whatever compound they've used, it's a good one. As I feel my consciousness slipping away, I wonder idly if I'll ever find Amy.