"What? Wait, where are my friends? I need to talk to them!" Bree begged Miwa, suddenly worried for the turtles. Plus, she figured Donnie would be able to crack this case.

"You mean the mutants? Rocky locked them up. What were you doing with The Turtles anyway? Did they kidnap you? Or are you working with Splinter? I'm sorry, I need to talk to my sisters. I don't know if we can trust you!" Miwa said, half talking to herself. She jumped up and ran towards the big metal doors that Bree was sure must have led to the lab.

"Wait! Kar- uh, Miwa! These aren't the same turtles!" But it was too late. Miwa had vanished behind the doors. Bree groaned and tried to stand up. Her legs felt like jello, as if she had just run the mile at school. She gripped the edge of the couch and managed to inch her way across the room.

Finally, she managed to make it to the metal doors. They looked smaller on TV, now, they were big and foreboding. Hushed voices were talking inside. Bree pressed her ear to one of the doors, but she was too late. It slid open, and Bree fell forward. This time, no one caught her.

Bree fell on her face.

"OW! Sewer apples..." she muttered. She had been wanting to say that her whole life.

She rolled over so that she was laying on her back, and stared into four pairs of eyes, one very dark blue, one brown (Miwa, Bree knew), one green, and one baby blue, all of whom were peering down at her with wonder.

The one with the baby blue eyes seemed more excited though.

"Oh. My. PINEAPPLE! You guys! Another human! What do you think her name is? Oh, um, hello, what's your name?" Said the baby blue-eyed girl. Wait... girl? If this was the turtle's lair, wouldn't they be mutants? The only girl human the turtles knew was April, and April had short, red hair, while this girl's hair was long, shimmering blond, and done in a simple braid that was tied with an orange hairband. The girl had freckles. April did not have freckles.

Miwa face-palmed and the one with green eyes rolled her emerald irises. Bree pushed herself into a sitting position. "Um... my name is Bree. Who are you?" Bree asked. All the other girls gasped and turned to Miwa. Wait... four girls? Again, April was the only girl the turtles knew.

Miwa shrugged and put her hands up in defense.

"I told you, she didn't know anything. It's like she's been living under a rock for... well, forever!"

The one with dark blue eyes peered down at Bree through wire-rimmed glasses that looked handmade. She extended a calloused hand, which Bree tentatively accepted. It was easier to stand the second time around.

"Hello, Bree. My name is Danyella. These are my sisters. You already know our fearless leader, Miwa. Rocky, the one with the lightning bolt scar on her cheek. She's the team hot-head. And then there's the sunflower of the family, Madeline, but everyone calls her Maddy." Said the ocean-eyed girl.