April had been driving for several minutes in silence, before she finally glanced at Donatello in the rearview mirror.

"You all right?" she ventured gently.

"Yeah," he said flatly. "I'm okay. It's just going to be back to business as usual now."

"My word, I hope not." April's quip managed to get a smile from him. Then her tone grew serious again. "I also hope you'll give this a chance, Donnie."

"Well, I told her I would. But I'm trying not to expect anything, April." His tone lowered so far, he couldn't be sure she heard him.

"I still believe in turtle luck," she told him. "Think you should too."

"Honestly, none of us have ever been that lucky," he muttered.

"What do you call running into her to begin with? A random coincidence?"

"I don't call it anything. She has a life, April. Her parents are important, and so is she. Even if Jenna was willing to walk away from everything...I don't think I should let her."

"Then why keep her necklace? Yeah, I saw you with it back there."

"Because she asked me to. What could I say?"

"When she writes, are you going to blow her off?"

"You know I couldn't do that."

"So if she keeps pursuing you, you'll let her?"

Trapped by his own words, he grimaced. "I guess I...don't know."

He didn't feel like saying anything else on the matter, and April finally let it go after that. Donatello spent the rest of the drive back into New York City alternating between staring at the back of the seats, and glancing down at the words emblazoned on Jenna's medallion.

Paradiso Inviar. Jenna's father had been on to something when he'd chosen that phrase.

Victoria had been studying Jenna curiously ever since they had gotten onto the plane. The teen was clearly thrilled to see them, but rapidly become subdued. She had never been extremely talkative, but there was something different about this silence.

It was sometimes difficult to discern the young woman's emotions in the past. As Victoria thought back, she couldn't recall seeing the young woman cry once in the three years she had known her. Her gaze now didn't seem to really focus on anything, but it also wasn't the same flat, emotionless stare Victoria had always worried about. There was a softness in her expression and an open sadness in her eyes which seemed extremely vulnerable.

As the plane took off, Jenna's gaze shifted to the window, staring as though transfixed by the far off lights of the city. After a couple more quiet minutes passed, Victoria lightly cleared her throat.

"Jenna? Are you alright? You seem...different. Not in a bad way, it's just...you look sad."

"I am different," she replied without looking up. "I honestly feel like I'm looking out at the world with eyes that can see for the first time. For years all I've done is hide. I was too afraid, too ashamed to really be a part of life." Jenna looked away from the window, focusing completely on Victoria. "I feel like I have the strength to be real now."

"Now?" Victoria echoed curiously.

"The...the guys I stayed with this last month turned out to be a catalyst for me. Being among them triggered all of these thoughts and emotions I haven't wanted to feel or express in a very long time. But when I started talking, it was actually...liberating. I never realized how much I hated keeping everything inside." The young woman paused for a beat, tears suddenly shining in her eyes.

"I haven't been fair to you. You and Michael, you saved my life. If you hadn't taken me in when you did, I don't think I would still be here. The last home I left was a breaking point for me. I wanted to tell you, I wanted to scream out loud what that boy did to me. But I just couldn't."

Victoria swallowed nervously. "So, the story about why they released you..."

"Wasn't true, no,"Jenna replied quietly. "His parents didn't know any better. They simply believed his version of the truth. What else could I say? I had so many strikes, nobody was going to trust me." She hesitated an instant longer. "But you still wanted me, regardless. Why?"

"Jenna, from the first time I heard you on the piano, I knew there was more to you than what I could see on the surface. You've been hurt so deeply in your life, and when you played, it was like you were letting a little bit of it out. The more I listened, the more tiny fragments I saw of a real person, the more I loved you. I never wanted to push you to talk about your past but...I've had my own suspicions for years. That boy, did he violate you?"

"He wasn't the first," Jenna acknowledged, and Victoria exhaled sharply. "But by the time his turn had come around, I'd finally had enough."

When Donatello got home, he found all three of his brothers hunkered down in the living area, not even watching TV for a change. By the way they jumped when he closed the door, he could tell they were waiting for him. He strode slowly into the room, dropping into an arm chair with a sigh.

"Hey bro," Mike greeted cautiously. "Package was delivered?"

"Yeah - she's safe now," he replied, absent-mindedly fingering her medallion.

"What's that?" Raphael asked, the slight motion not escaping him.

"Is it her necklace?" Leonardo sat up straighter.

"She asked me to take it. I didn't want to accept, but it seemed really important to her for me to keep it, so...yeah."

No one said anything for a few moments, and the silence was nearly deafening.

"I told you guys that, um...I would tell you what's been going on with me. Not like I really have to explain this, because you all saw it anyway," Donatello faltered.

"You don't have to talk about this if you don't wanna, Donnie," Raph said quickly.

"Strange thing is, I do want to." Donatello came to sit by the coffee table, so he would be in closer proximity with his brothers. "It was a wild ride, right from the start. I told Mike something happened the other night at Luke's place, but it wasn't the first time."

"Yeah, that was where he left me last night, and wouldn't tell me anything else," Mike complained.

"Serves you and your fake flu right," Donatello teased, and surprised himself by actually laughing. "Anyway. Truth is, I've had feelings for her since the beginning. From the first time I saw her...and could just tell she was different somehow. I didn't want to acknowledge it or try to encourage this in any fashion. My thought was...she's going home to Australia, and she'd never be interested in me, regardless. But the more time I spent with her, the harder it got to ignore and repress."

"So what did it, Donnie? How'd you get together?" Leo pressed.

"It was two days ago. I'd been working out, and I think she was watching me for a while. I was honestly pretty lost in what I was doing at the time. She came in after I'd gone as far as I could, and just completely laid out the truth for me.

Don swallowed, gathering the courage to continue. "When she kissed me, it felt like getting struck by lightning. You know how many times you see those flashes of light across the night sky, but they still seem far removed?.The chance of actually being hit by lightning is something like 1 in 400,000. In my case, the strike felt more like 1 in a 1,000,000. I never imagined in my wildest dreams she would have feelings for me, let alone act on them."

"Wow." Raphael sounded dutifully impressed. "So...what happens now?"

"I don't know. She doesn't want to let it go, as much as I tried to."

"You think you don't deserve to be happy?" Mike asked pointedly.

"It's not about my happiness. I just want what's best for her. She can do better."

"Easier, and less complicated, maybe," Leonardo said slowly. "But I don't know if I would call it better."

Jenna had literally poured her heart out to Victoria, and felt more spent than she had in a long time. Still, she only dozed fitfully at about ten-fifteen minute intervals, not really finding a deep sleep. The next time she opened her eyes, she stared out the window for a few moments at the lights of some city far below. An instant later, she remembered what Donatello had given her back in the parking lot, and immediately sat up.

Victoria was asleep across from her, so she quietly retrieved her backpack to avoid disturbing her. She rummaged through it for the envelope, and pulled it out eagerly. Turning it over carefully in her hand she pulled out a CD-Rom disc in a clear plastic case, marked only with the words "Night Owls". Intrigued, she reached back into the envelope again and pulled out a couple sheets of paper, smoothing them over her lap. Her eyes grew wide when she realized it was sheet music, and it clearly was meant to go along with the CD.

Jenna got up carefully and ventured into the next cabin where she knew Michael had been earlier. She found him staring at a laptop, and paused for a moment in the doorway. He glanced up as if he'd heard her, and smiled openly.

"Hey, Jenna. I thought you were asleep."

"I was, sort of. I have a question, but I don't want to interrupt if you were working."

He laughed quietly. "Nah. I don't sleep well on planes, never have. I was only playing a little Euchre."

"You never told you played that game. Somebody was sort of trying to teach it to me."

"The computer is one of the best ways to learn - it forces you to follow suit. But you wanted to ask me something?"

"Yeah. Those little DVD players built into the seats, would they play a regular CD?"

"Yes, they do. I think there are a few on board somewhere. Do you want me to help you find them?"

"No, thank you. I've actually already got something I want to listen to."

She leaned over impulsively to hug him. He kissed her lightly on the forehead, and she retreated back to the other darkened cabin to find her seat.

Jenna maneuvered the screen over the chair and inserted her disc into the drive. She pulled on the earphones, and turned up the volume. Familiar strains of a piano instantly met her ears. Her eyes grew wide for a second time when she identified the song. It was the very piece she and Donatello had interwoven together, their first night working in the lounge.

Tears came to her eyes unbidden as she listened, letting all of the sweet notes wash over her. When it came to an end, she hit a button on the player to kick into a continuous loop, and started listening all over again. This time she followed along with the sheet music, tracing the individual notes lightly with her fingers. As Jenna neared the end of the measures, she smiled when she saw Donatello's name along with her own at the bottom as authors.

She missed him already, and the thought of not knowing when she could see him again was heart-wrenching. Jenna understood why he tried to talk her out of attempting to keep it going, but she was more determined now than when she'd left. No matter how difficult the road was going to be, in her heart of hearts, she felt like he was worth it.

Jenna carefully put the sheet music away and turned off the light over her seat. She adjusted her headphones to a more comfortable position and pulled a blanket back over her lap as she settled deeper into the seat. With the strains of their song in her ears, she felt herself starting to relinquish to sleep.

As she did, her mind wandered back to two days ago, something Donnie had said to her. It was the very reason she knew no man would ever be enough for her again.

You can't give something away, if you don't have it anymore.