Amy opened her eyes to see Donnie, lifeless, with an arrow hole in his chest. No. She thought. Not this nightmare again.
"They're all gone."
Amy jumped at the sound of Shredder's voice. She looked up to see him standing there.
"How much did you care for these pathetic weaklings?" Shredder said the question again like the first time she had the nightmare.
Amy said nothing.
"If silence is your wish," He lifted his gauntlet, "Then it is a wish I shall grant to you, permanently!" Amy closed her eyes. She heard the sound of metal clashing as he brought the weapon down on her. Nothing happened. She looked up to see the gauntlet inches from her face, stopped by a katana; a katana held by Connor.
"How dare you, you insolent child!" Shredder growled.
Connor stared at the masked villain. After what seemed like forever, Connor broke the silence.
"Please master," He said. "Let me finish her."
Amy blinked and Connor was suddenly wearing a foot outfit. She stared at him in horror. "Connor…?" croaked, hardly a whisper.
Shredder hesitated then lowered his arm to his side. "Very well. Prove your loyalty to the Foot Clan by disposing of her."
Connor nodded and turned to Amy and put his katana to her throat.
Amy gulped. "Connor… Please don't do this…"
As if he didn't even hear her, Connor sliced her throat; in the same moment, everything went black. Amy's leg began to hurt again and she could smell the mixture of sewage and pizza. I'm awake. She thought happily. She opened her eyes and saw she was in the extra room the turtles had been cleaning out since she got there so it could be her room. She sat up and saw the room was neatly organized; all the junk that was in there before was no longer to be seen. They did this all in just one night? Shaking the thought away, she noticed Connor sitting in a chair at the edge of the bed, fast asleep. Amy giggled slightly and shook the bed a bit to wake him up.
Connor groaned tiredly, but when he saw Amy, his eyes lit up. "You're awake!" He exclaimed, getting up from his chair. "We all thought you were never going to wake up."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked awkwardly. "Was there something important I missed last night?"
Connor looked at her then blinked in realization. "You don't know how long you've been asleep, do you?"
Amy shrugged. "I don't know… at first I thought maybe a day or two, but now that I'm seeing how much you're freaking out, I'm gonna guess a week?"
Connor sighed. "Amy, you've been out for two months…"
Amy gasped. "W-What?" She stared at the bed, not knowing what to say.
"Are you okay-?"
"I'm fine." Amy interrupted. "I just need to be alone for a bit."
Connor hesitated, but nodded and left the room.
At the sound of the door shutting, Amy closed her eyes. A month… how can that be? She tried to recall the last night she remembered being awake, hoping there would be a clue. She remembered Donnie saying there could be side effects from the smoke having an odd smell. Maybe that's the reason. But why? What reason was there for the smoke to smell odd and put someone into a coma? And what reason is there to be a fire in the first place? She thought. Rin was skilled with fire; even if there was a fire, he would put it out in seconds. Unless… It was set by someone else! Amy tried to look back at when she went into the fire. When she was looking for Connor and Rin, the kitchen stove wasn't as burnt as it should have been if it was the source of the fire. Where was it coming from? Suddenly Amy remembered the back door that led to the ally had been bursting with flames. Practically reliving the moment now, she took in a deep breath, remembering the smell. She focused on the scent carefully; it was a sort of dusty, gritty smell. Amy gasped, suddenly recognizing the smell of gasoline.
Amy threw her covers off of her and turned her body so she was sitting on the edge of her bed, her feet barely on the floor. She took a deep breath and got up; her leg was still hurt, though a lot better. She quickly limped to the door and opened it.
Connor was sitting outside. He got up and walked over to her. "What are you doing? You need to rest."
Amy didn't have time for this. "I've been resting for two months." She told him sharply and headed toward the exit of the lair. She made it to the steps leading outside when she heard Splinter's voice.
"And where do you think you are going?"
Amy turned to Splinter. "Out." She replied simply.
"Out where?" Splinter pressed
Amy sighed, not seeing any other way to make Splinter let her go topside. "I'm going to the scene of the fire."
Connor came in. "From that night? Why?"
"I think I know what happened." She admitted. "You and I both know that if there was a fire," Amy added to Connor, "Sensei would have put it out in seconds."
Connor thought for a moment. "Your right."
"And that odd smell from the smoke," Amy continued, "It was gasoline."
"It could have been a broken pipe." Splinter told her. "And the police must have cleared the building out. There is no point in going back. You must stay here and rest."
"I have been resting for two months!" She snapped. "Two months! My father is dead and I might be able to find out what happened. I'm sorry sensei," she added calmly. "Whatever you say, I'm going." Without waiting for him to reply, she limped out of the lair. Moments later, Connor came up beside her.
"So you think someone set the fire on purpose?" He asked.
Amy shook her head. "I know someone killed our father." She said seriously. "I'm going to find out who it was if it kills me. And when I find them," she added. "I will kill them."