Running down the fire escape, she decided not to take any chances, heading right into the manhole in the first alley. Suddenly, she felt a small head fall on her shoulder. "No, no, no! You need to stay away!" She yelled as she checked the small boy's pulse. Spotting a small medical alert bracelet on his chubby arm, she looked at it. Thomas Berger was all she could make out on account of the irritation that was starting to sting her eyes. Looking back at the boy, whose head was now laid on her plastron, she ignored her burning eyes as she tried to examine him, but soon found it useless. She didn't have enough light, even with her T-phone.

After walking for a while, her mask burnt at the edges, she finally reached the lair. Straggling into the lair, weak from walking and now feeling the effects from the smoke that she had breathed in, she collapsed. A voice soon awakened her as she felt Thomas being taken from her arms as she heard Raph and Leo talking over each other before she was moved from the floor. "Sophia, kid; what happened? Are you ok? Who's the toddler?" Sophie's eyes fluttered open as she saw her Uncle Raph carrying her to Donnie's lab.

Sophie tried to answer, but found her throat too irritated to voice an answer. Instead, her body wracked with violent coughs before turning into dry heaves. "Sophie, Sophia...calm down, breath." She heard her purple clad uncle say as she was placed on the cold metal table and felt a rush of fresh, plastic smelling air come over her, thanks to the breathing mask that was set over her mouth and nose.

"Just relax mesume." Her father said, coming into the lab. Seeing her burnt hand, Mikey was handed a roll of bandage and burn cream from Donnie as he got to work. Meanwhile, Donnie moved over to the desk where the small toddler had been laid down by Leo, who was already assessing the damage. Sophie tried to lift her head, to see if Thomas was alright, but was forced back down by her father's hand, telling her not to move.

Getting all the energy she could, she finally spoke. "Thom...as. Is h-he ok?" She said, her raspy voice apparent as she coughed at the burning this simple question had generated. Looking over at Donnie, Mikey quickly turned back to his daughter.

"He'll be fine. Rest now, Donnie and Leo will fix him up." Mikey said as he sat on the chair beside her singing a familiar lullaby.