April walked through the long alley, her thick leather boots splashing small puddles of water along the cracked and dirty pavement. She breathed out, the cold evening air formed a mist around her as she stepped out into another street, continuing to walk until she stopped in front of a familiar apartment block.
Her expression softened as she saw a light switch on and show an outline of a man walking around the room. "Dad..." she whispered, her lip trembling slightly as she forced herself to walk on, before he noticed her outside.
Before she turned a corner, the sound of two people walking came from the other side, causing April to press herself against the building. "I told you to keep your cardigan on," came a sweet but firm voice as an elderly woman came into view, holding the hand of a small girl who looked about six years old.
She had medium-length black hair, a playful expression on her face and wore a black top with a lilac skirt with thick winter-tights and tiny black patent shoes, along with a lilac knitted cardigan that she was fidgeting around in.
"It's itchy, granny!" the young girl compained, wiggling her free hand out of the sleeve, causing the elderly lady to tut and bend down to straighten up the girl.
"Come now," she said, chuckling as the young girl stuck her bottom lip out stubbornly. "Don't be so fussy, Angel."
Angel! Of course; she used to live around this area...April thought to herself, quickly covering her mouth with both hands to muffle a loud gasp. She closed her eyes and felt an all-too-familiar lump in her throat, refusing to go away. She needed to leave right away as the sound and sight of the two hurt her; Angel wouldn't know who April was yet and it upset April to see Angel so carefree and...alive.
April knew she'd have to go right now or she'd find herself following Angel and her grandmother. She desperately wanted to speak to Angel...She wanted to warn her of the future she'd be forced to live in...
I'm sorry
She sprinted away, the bottom fabric of her long cloak flew behind her as she ran as fast as she could, heading straight for the alley that lead to the sewers where she would be able to see her past-family.
She knelt down and pushed the manhole, shoving it away as she climbed down the ladder that lead to the sewers underneath the city; making sure to cover the hole again before she jumped down to the floor.
She soon found the familiar railtrack and smiled to herself as she walked along the splintered wood and rusted metal tracks that lead to the turtles' lair. Her heart began to beat fast as she approached the turnstiles but before she could step out-
"DONNIE!" was suddenly screamed, causing April to freeze as she heard the sound of several footsteps running. Donatello? April thought, her mind trying to work out what exactly was going on.
She peered around and watched with an overjoyed expression as Master Splinter walked out from Leo's room, his hand placed on a younger Leonardo's shoulder as he gently lead him to the sofa, younger Raphael and Michelangelo following behind them anxiously.
Casey and a younger-version of herself who had previously been watching some anime-show on the television, both stood up as Master Splinter and the turtles sat themselves down on the sofa. Future April winced a little, feeling a small pain in her head; noticing her younger-self touch her head gently from the sofa, Casey glancing at her in concern.
April took her chance and stepped out, walking through the turnstiles and standing at the top of the steps, her hood shadowing her entire face as she watched as everybody turned and looked at her with looks of shock and worry covering their faces.
The sight of them all caused the older April's eyes to water, her happiness soon changing a little to sadness as Donatello wasn't there with them; being trapped in her timeline. Tears ran down her face and she made now effort to stop them.
"It's so good to see you guys..." she said, loud enough for them to hear. She shakily grabbed her hood and pulled it down, letting it fall down to her shoulder as she smiled in pure happiness at them with a tear-stained face. "It's been a long time."
