Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I just finished exams and got out of school. YAY! I'm starting a new thing, I'm going to label who's talking in the section. ^^

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Raph:

I awoke in a cold chill. Nothing seemed right, everything felt wrong. My mind felt slurred. I couldn't figure out where I was or supposed to be.

A shrill scream shook me up. I looked around and all I could see was a maze of buildings. They seemed to tower over me and taunt me.

"Raph!" The scream sounded again. This time, I recognized it as Cally's voice.

"Cally!" I called back, turning around, but all I could see were the buildings. "Cally, where are you?"

"Help!" She cried, sounding desperate "I'm over here! Help!"

My heart started pounding, where was here? I took a path to my right that had suddenly appeared. "Cally!" I called, waiting for a reply.

"Raph!" Cally had managed to drag my one syllable into three. Not good, and her voice sounded father away. So I turned and ran back in the other direction.

When I got back to my starting point, it wasn't the same. The bakery where Cally had lived stood before me. Not eager to go inside, I pushed the already partway open door. I stepped inside and looked around. A glass counter sat in the center with pastries and cakes all in one piece. In fact, everything was in one piece. The mess that had been there was now gone. "Cally?" I called softly, almost rather scared-I'm reluctant to admit. How could a destroyed room be in one piece within four days?

"Raph!" Cally's voice echoed from the staircase that led up to the apartment.

I ran toward the door and looked inside the staircase. Nothing. I went up the stairs and swung the door open, almost scared of what I would find.

When I went in, a panic stricken Cally stood before me. The loose tremble of her mouth told me that she had fear. But of what? Her grass green eyes were firm though…not like Cally at all, but she had fear overflowing in them.

I approached her and hugger her. She was cold…like ice. It startled me, but for now, I ignored it.

"Come on," I said, holding her wrist. "Lets go. We need to get out of here."

Cally shook her head, "No, I want to stay home." She frowned, "I want to stay with my parents." Her voice reminded me of a little girl…a lost little girl.

I shook my head, "They're gone Cally…gone." I tugged her hand lightly, "Come on."

"No," Cally's voice shook, "They're not. They can't be." She stood firm, "I'm staying."

I frowned, "Cally." Then I noticed something I hadn't before. The walls were disintegrating around us. "Come on!" I urged desperately, "We need to get out of here!"

But Cally still stood firm, and she took a harsh grip onto my arm. The fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by anger. Her trembling mouth now stood in a firm frown. The walls were now eternal darkness. The floor was now on its way. "It's your fault," She muttered, glaring at me as if she could watch my stomach turning flips. "It's your fault they're dead." The floor was soon gone, it only left enough for me and Cally to fit.

As she lifted her foot, I knew what she was going to do. "Cally, please," I sounded like a desperate victim in a murder movie, "Things will change, I promise."

I was too late, Cally's voice caught a leg. I couldn't fight Cally, I couldn't and I wouldn't. My legs flew out from under me and suddenly, Cally and the circlet of floor was gone. I was left, falling into eternal darkness. A black hole made for me. And I deserved it.

Karai's voice echoed through the darkness, "Cally blames you, Raphael…Even if you are lucky enough to see her again, it will never, ever be the same."

Suddenly I hit the ground hard. I looked around and breathed in a lovely smell of a sight. Home. It had all been a dream.

"So," I looked down to see Mikey sitting in the floor in front of me with a wide grin, "Who's Cally?"

Hold. My. Tongue.

Leo:

My mind was racing. Who was this girl? What did she want with our family? Why was she wanting to talk to Raphael? Where did she come from? When did she get into our home? How did she know about us in the first place?

I had drug her back up to the surface, just outside the warehouse we use as a garage. As usual, the street just outside the small area was empty. It was too dangerous to question her in our own home. "Who are you?" I hissed at once.

She searched my face for a moment before answering, "Cally."

I frowned, "That doesn't exactly help me." I wondered if she worked for someone.

Cally frowned as well, but not a serious frown. "I know that. I answered your question though, did I not?"

"Yes, you did, but it's not what I need to know," I shot back.

"Then tell me what you need to know. You're not the greatest detective," she replied with a slight smile.

I lifted an eyebrow ridge, "And what would you know about detective work?" I felt the answer might give me a slight lead.

"There you go, Leo, you're getting better at this," Cally grinned. "My father was a police investigator."

"Why was? What is he now?" I asked, pushing farther into the question and answers. "And how do you know my name?"

"He's dead is what he is," Cally frowned softly. "And names are the easy part of the job, he taught me that."

I almost asked how she knew about us, and more of how she knew my name. You don't just pull the right name out of the air. But I had a feeling that she wasn't going to answer. It still bothered me though. "I'm sorry to hear, but you need to go home." I frowned. "I'll go with you to make sure you get there." More of which, I wanted to make sure she really wasn't a threat. But if she was, why wouldn't she have attacked by now? I frowned, planting a bug. I would have Don scan tomorrow.

Cally suddenly looked hurt, as if I had insulted her or something of the sort. "I wish I could, but I can't," She sighed, looked out into the city.

What did she mean by that? "Why not?" I asked.

"My mom is dead to. They're both dead and no one even knows I'm alive…I'm sure of that," She replied gently.

"And…so…what were you doing in our home then? How'd you get in?" I demanded. I felt for her, but still, the puzzle wasn't coming together just right yet. Was it possible that the security system was broken? Then, something else completely off the subject jumped into my head. The biggest murder case yet in New York City. A baker and her husband, the new sheriff of the city, found dead in their own bakery, the daughter is no where to be found and was declared missing. "Wait…you're the baker's daughter…aren't you?"

Cally seemed relieved. I wasn't sure that it was because I left the other question alone or that I had figured out who she was. "Yes," She nodded.

I was about to ask where she had been and why she hadn't gone to a police yet. But before I could, Donatello burst out of the garage holding the turtle tracker.

"Cally, why are you-" He saw me and the color drained from his faded green complexion. "Oh," was all that he had to say.

This, was getting interesting.