Hope took her seat on the plane. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the man sit down next to her. It was only when he spoke to the flight attendant that his voice pulled her out of the trance. A familiar Scottish accent in a sea of New Yorkers really made her feel at ease. She turned to look at him, as he back at her and their eyes met, both flickering with recognition.

"Hope? Hope Brevin?" Said the man.

"Oh my god! Orson!" She replied.

Orson Conor was a friend of her ex-boyfriend's.

"I haven't seen you since high school! Last I heard you were settled down with Reggie!"

She snorted. "We broke up years ago! I've been living in New York with… friends."

"Wow me too. Crazy that we'd meet like this." He grinned.

Orson was a regular fellow. Dark brown hair cropped at the back, hanging over his eyes at the front. Crisp business suit and well maintained beard.

"You have to let me take you out to dinner when we get back."

Hope hesitated. It wasn't that she wouldn't like to date this perfect gentleman, it was just that, even though they'd left things awkward, her heart belonged to Donatello.

As much as it filled her with guilt, she decided to play the sick Dad card.

"I'm sorry Orson. My Dad had a heart attack and that's why I'm going back. My head is just a mess right now."

Orson gave his condolences, but gave her his number just in case she changed her mind. She was grateful and they talked of old times during the flight.

When Hope returned to her family home her brother was waiting for her. Haden was a spitting image of their mother. Even though it had been years since they'd seen her, there were still pictures in the old photo albums. Dark hair, brown eyes, the complete opposite of Hope's blonde hair and blue eyes, you wouldn't imagine that they were siblings only two years apart. He embraced his sister and told her that he loved her.

Once in the house Haden explained the situation. Their Dad had taken ill at work and had been rushed to hospital where they confirmed a heart attack. They would visit in the morning.

Hope returned to her old room. Painted purple, her favourite colour, and posters of long forgotten rock bands on the walls. She placed her bags on her old bed and pulled out her phone. She'd promised the boys she'd call to let them know she was safe.

Michelangelo answered.

"Turtle residence."

"Hi Mikey, it's Hope."

"Guys, it's her!" Chirped Michelangelo.

"Just to let you know I'm safe."

"Hi Hope, miss you already." She heard Leonardo say.

"Good luck with your Dad." Said Raphael.

"Look after yourself, Hope." Said Michelangelo. Hope listened for another voice, but there was nothing. Her heart sank.

"Where's Donnie?" She asked.

"Uh, he's in his lab." Leonardo told her. "He's been busy."

"Yeah." She sighed. "Okay, well take care, I'll let you know when I'm coming back."

"Bye!"

Hope hung up the phone and stared at the picture in the background. It was of the turtles all winking and giving the thumbs up, but she focused in on Donatello and it all became clear. He'd never ever want her. So what was the point? She reached into her pocket and pulled out Orson's number.