Waking Up
Taylor opens her eyes, remembers where she is and sits up slowly. How long has she been sleeping?
A shadow falls over her; she almost flinches, but it's only April.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
April looks at her sceptically.
"I'm a little thirsty. What time is it?"
"Almost nine-thirty. You've...been out for a while. Come on," April says, holding out a hand. "Let's go to the kitchen. You've got to be starving as well as thirsty."
Taylor grips the offered hand tightly and gets to her feet, but now the fear's creeping in again. How can she face everyone after her meltdown, after what she said?
Deep down, she knows Leonardo and Raphael didn't mean any harm; they just weren't thinking. In her experience, teenage boys often don't. (That doesn't mean what they did was OK.)
(She's getting tired of holding grudges.)
"Taylor." Splinter is walking towards them. "You're awake."
She nods. The TV's on in the background, and she can hear Casey, Raphael and Michelangelo talking quietly.
"Would you like anything to eat?"
"I would. Thank you."