A/N: Yes it's late, yes it's short, yes I suck. Now we can all get on with our lives.

Donatello

"Hey, guys."

"Guys, wake up."

"Guys!" Why won't they wake up? I really wish I wasn't restrained or I could throw something at them. Oh how I wish I could throw something!

Then finally, a chorus of groans sprang up from around the room.

"Gnuhh, what?"

"It's about time. Amy was in here just now and I got to talk to her. I think I know what's happened to her. I think she's been brainwashed."

"Are you sure about that?"

Nice Leo. No I'm not sure, I just thought it would be funny. "Yes I'm sure. She kept talking about things that never happened, and not remembering things that did."

"And you're sure that wasn't just an act?"

Just what does he mean by that? Luckily (or maybe not) Mikey cuts off my most likely scathing reply with, "Leo, you can't think that she was some sort of spy? This is Amy we're talking about!"

"I was just saying that it was a possibility. Not that I thought it was definitely the case."

Raph sniggers. "An people say I'm the thoughtless one."

"Anyway," Leo's slightly strained voice cuts through the sniggers of Raph and Mikey, "What are we going to do now? Can any of you move at all?"

"Not likely bro. I'm trussed up tighter than a subversive here."

Leo sounds confused as he asks, "What's a subversive?" and of course that sets off another round of laughs.

"You don't wanna know dude," Mikey manages to get out.

Leo's had enough. He snaps, "This is serious. We're being held captive, we could be killed at any time, we have no idea where Splinter is or even if he's okay and we have no idea how we're going to get out of here! So stop laughing and at least try to be helpful!"

At that, silence falls, leaving each of us to our thoughts.

Leonardo

We've trained all our lives. We've worked so hard, and look what good it's done us. We were still ambushed in our own home. We were still captured. And now we can't even think of a way out of this.

Maybe I'm being to hard on them... and maybe me too. But being hard means being able to be angry. And at least anger is better than fear. I can't let myself give into it. Fear for us, and for Master Splinter.

I hope he's okay. I know that he can take care of himself, but he's not exactly young. Even though I know that he's a ninja master, I still worry about him because he's not just our sensei, he's also our aging father. I can't help but be a little paranoid, one day we will have to face life without him. I just don't want it to be now.

Raphael

I hate ta admit it, but Leo's right. This is bad. Real bad. Unless we can get outta here, we're screwed.

It sucks that we jus' seem ta keep on findin' ourselves in these kinda situations. Can't see why everyone's got it out for us. S'not like we've done anything wrong, but der's always someone try'na kill us. S'pose I should be grateful that we're not dead yet, but it's a little hard t'be thankful when everythin' hurts like it does righ' now. Not like I'm surprised that Shredder would get his jollies hurtin' us.

Damn Shredder. One'a these days we're gonna get him and he is gonna pay fer everythin' he's done. I swear, if I eva get my hands on that jerk-off I'm gonna shove that stupid helmet o'his right up his ass!

Michelangelo

What I wouldn't give for our comfy couch and some serious R & R right now. This is the total pits. Why couldn't Shred-head be more like a Bond villain and set us in a hugely complicated and easily escapable trap and then just assume we're dead? Then we get to bust out easy, foil his dastardly plan at the last minute, have gorgeous girls drape themselves all over us, and everyone's happy!

Life might not work like that, but it should. If it did, then by now I'd have so many girls all over me that I wouldn't be able to move ...Not like that would matter.

And speaking- well, thinking of girls, I wonder what'll become of Amy? Even if we get her out of here, can you reverse brainwashing? What if we can't get her out? Oh, man.

...

Wonder if we're gonna get out of here alive.

Amy

I slowly creep down the corridor, dreading that I'll be caught at any moment, and silently warring with myself.

I must be insane. Totally insane. If anyone finds out about this, I'd be better off dead.

A corner. I cautiously inch my face around it. Seeing no-one there either, I sigh quietly in relief. I wish my Master had given me instruction in ninjitsu.

Is that who he really is, or was the turtle right? Are my memories nothing but lies? And why am I even doing this? This is totally crazy!

Finally I come to by goal. Ignoring the sign warning of electrical danger, I go in.

There it is. The circuit box. All I have to do is switch it off, and they'll at least have a chance to get free. No one will ever have to know it was me.

I don't even know if he's right or not, but I don't want to risk it. If they're innocent...

Oh, screw it. Here goes nothing.