Sarina wakes to the sound of her cell door sliding open. She yawns and her eyes flicker for a few seconds before returning to their full brightness. She's about to get up when two metal hands grab her shoulders and yank her from bed, making her yelp.

"Excuse me! That's very uncalled for!" she snaps to the Kraang on either side of her, tugging against their hold.

The Kraang waiting outside the door moves to her, gun raised. "In preparation for the transport of the one known as you, Kraang must reboot your system," it states. "The one known as you has undergone unauthorized emotional modification. Kraang will fix this."

Sarina's pupils dilate and she plants her feet, tugging against her captors. They don't give up, starting to mechanically scold her, but she's not listening to them drone any longer. They've already taken away her freedom, they won't take away her memories or her feelings.

More Kraang arrive, surrounding her on all sides. They manage to get her out of the cell and into the hallway, but she's still fighting against them. She grits her teeth as her palms start to glow. She blows the head off the nearest droid and spins to the others, firing off blast after blast as the Kraang scramble to stop her amongst shrieking orders. She's burning with determination, she will get out, they cannot—

There's a pinch on the back of her neck and a cool, numbing sensation spreads through her entire body. Her hands shut off and she collapses into a useless heap, her vision starting to fuzz at the edges. A Kraang droid appears above her holding an empty needle. More appear after it.

"Kraang has sedated the one known as Subject 60184," the Kraang says. "It will not do that which is harm to Kraang anymore."

Sarina's head lolls to the side as she's lifted onto a Kraang gurney and rolled off along the hallways. She tries to wiggle her fingers, but they're unresponsive. She can feel her heart beating and she knows she's breathing, but it's like everything from the neck down has gone to sleep. She realizes with horror that she will be awake to witness the moment they perform the mind wipe.

She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. At least, once it's done, she won't remember how amazing it is to be able to feel. She won't remember the smell of pizza or the feeling of Donatello's hand or the sound of Destiny's strange, barking laughter. She will be just as she was: a robot, a hollow shell of a mutant.

The only downside, she supposes, is that the Hamatos will remember who she is and, should they ever meet again after this, she won't be able to recognize them. That's a low risk, considering she won't be on Earth for that much longer.

The gurney stops inside a room with a strange machine attached to the ceiling. Sarina is lifted from the gurney and placed on the table beneath the contraption. A droid starts pressing electrode pads onto Sarina's head, face, and neck. Each electrode is attached to a wire that links to the machine on the ceiling. As Sarina stares at it, she gets the strangest sense of déjà vu.

"Prepare for reboot," a droid says from a control panel a little ways away.

It presses a button and a whirring fills the room. Sarina's eyes fall shut and she clings to the image in her head of Donatello, of his gap-toothed smile, his eyes, his mask. She tries to remember the feeling of his hug, of his gentle touch, but everything fades to black and she has to let go.

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"Sarina, wake up. I don't have much time."

Sarina lets out a soft groan. Her head is pounding all over, making her feel sick. Her eyes snap open and she gasps. If she feels sick, then...

There's a Kraang in a Normal Norman suit standing beside her, expression blank. Sarina sits up, vertigo smacking her in the face and making her wobble. The Norman's hands instantly grasp her shoulders, steadying her gently. She frowns at the touch. It's so...not Kraang-like.

She looks up at the Norman again as her cell comes into focus behind his head. His expression isn't dead-eyed like the others and—she thinks she may be hallucinating this part—but he seems almost concerned. She thinks of his words before and gets even more suspicious; he called her by name and referred to himself as "I". Was that her dreaming or did he actually speak like that?

He drops his hands from her, but doesn't quite straighten up to his full height yet. "Are you alright?" he asks.

"A Kraang wouldn't care," she says, narrowing her eyes slightly as they flash. "Who are you? Why do I still remember what's happened?"

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. He sets it on his slim nose before he takes a seat next to her. She scoots away and folds her hands in her lap.

"I will make this quick, but I will try to answer your questions. First, I am Bishop. I am one of the Utrom, a group that broke away form the Kraang hive mind many eons ago." Her eyes flash and he continues, "Second, you still remember because I stopped the mind wipe."

"And why, pray tell, would you do that?"

"Because although you do not remember, you and I have a past history," he says. "It started about sixteen years ago, on the night of October 18."

Sarina's eyes go wide. "My birthday."

"I was on an undercover mission for the Utrom Council. The Kraang had been modifying mutagen and were planning to test it on human subjects. I needed to find out what the testing was and where they were getting the subjects. That is how I ended up in a hospital maternity ward." He looks to the door for a brief second and, still seeing no one, continues. "I took you and mutated you in order to save your life. The Utrom hate reckless mutation, but this I felt could not be avoided."

She clenches her hands against her lap, shoulders tensing. The more dominant part of her wants to ask him questions, find answers. The other wants to tell him to cut to the chase, to stop skipping around the meat of the story.

"You haven't answered my question," she states, nearly deadpan. "Why would you show up now? Why would you stop them from taking my emotions and memories?"

"It's time you know the truth about where you came from and who you are," he says, his tone edging on stern. "I wanted to bring you with me to Dimension X as soon as the mutation was complete, but the Kraang had other plans. The other Utrom on my council felt that you would serve no purpose in an alien world, and so I had to leave you." He moves just a little closer to her. "I discovered that you had escaped, and now I see that you have evolved to be more than a robot. I wanted to tell you about who I am, but...only once you could understand the gravity of what has happened."

Her eyes flash as she again looks at him. Even with his sunglasses on, he looks saddened and somewhat guilty, as if he lost something that can't be replaced easily and he regrets the choices he's made.

Her expression softens, so much so that she starts to look more like a child. "You speak of me as if...I am your daughter."

"I have never imagined myself as a father, but...yes. Every child has a parent, or deserves to call someone their father or mother. That is what I believe, and I suppose that that is the nature of my feelings for you."

"May...may I call you father?"

"If you want to."

She smiles a little and nods. "I think I would like that."

His watch beeps and he glances at it, face hardening. "I'm running out of time," he utters, getting to his feet. "I have one other mission to complete here. Turn around."

She slowly does so. As soon as she's completely turned, she feels him press something cold to the back of her neck. She cringes and starts to turn towards him, but his hand falls onto her head and holds it in place.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I am removing the energy signal that the Kraang have used to track you," he says. "I have also used it to find you in the past, but I can do without."

A tingling feeling spreads through her entire head and she hums, nearly letting out a giggle. "That tickles."

"I will warn you. There are many things that will come, maybe tomorrow, maybe in the far future, but you must be prepared for it. I have full faith in your abilities," he says. "Just a few more seconds..." There's a beep and the cold feeling disappears. "Done."

"Thank you," she murmurs as she turns back around.

Bishop takes off his sunglasses and slips them into his pocket. "Listen to me, show very little emotion around the Kraang for the time being. I said that the mind wipe was partially completed, so you should act as such." He taps something on his watch, exhaling sharply. "I can't stay, and I cannot risk rescuing you myself, since I am technically not supposed to be here in the first place. But..." She perks up. "I will send a message to whomever you choose."

Her eyes flash and she nods. "Please, tell the turtles and their friends that I will be transported to Dimension X in two days time and that I will probably never see them again after that. Tell them goodbye for me."

"I will," he promises.

As he turns to go, she speaks up. "Wait," she says. "Will I see you again?"

"I hope so," he replies. He reaches over and grips her shoulder, the tiniest of smiles lifting his lip. "Goodbye, Sarina."

"Goodbye, father."

He opens the cell door and strides out, moving down the hallway swiftly. Sarina watches him until he disappears from view. She takes in a cleansing breath and moves back to her bed, where she sits down and stares at the wall in thought.

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Destiny paces in her room, staring at her t-phone every time she passes it. It's stupid, she tells herself. She shouldn't bother him for something so trivial, and yet...she can't help it. She needs to talk to him.

She snatches up the phone and dials his number. It starts to ring and she puts it to her ear, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet. It rings and rings and rings before finally, there's a click on the other side.

"Hullo?" Diaval asks.

"Hi," she squeaks out, then clears her throat and repeats, "Hey."

"Des? That you?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." She exhales heavily. "God, I've missed talking to you."

"Said three words so far," he mumbles.

"Yeah, but it's good to hear you."

There's a soft breath from the other side, like a laugh. "Good t'hear you too."

She shakes her head, snapping her fingers as she remembers why she called in the first place. "Oh, actually...I wanted to tell you something."

"Go ahead."

"Donnie told you about the files, right?" she asks. There's silence on the other end and she feels a bubble of panic rise in her chest. "Di?"

"Sorry," he says. "I...nodded, 'stead of saying yes."

She snickers. "Oh, okay, well...there was a little notice in my file from after I escaped. It said that a replacement would be needed and that the replacement was Subject 61390," she says. "That's...that's your number."

"Hm," Diaval mumbles.

"So...uh, I realized that, if I hadn't escaped..." She clears her throat as her eyes start to burn. "If...if I had stayed put, the Kraang wouldn't have snatched you up and then you wouldn't have been experimented on or joined the Foot and yeah basically I think I ruined your life and I wanted to apologize—"

"Destiny, y'er ramblin," he whispers.

"Am I? Sorry, I just...uh..." She sniffles and has to stop to wipe her eyes. "I'm sorry, Diaval. If I hadn't run away from the Kraang, you would...I'm sorry..."

"Des..." he murmurs, his tone suddenly very soft albeit still raspy. "You...weren't the one who ruined m'life."

"B-But, your family?"

"Died before the Kraang got...m-me."

"Then...what were you doing before? You were still in New York, right? You were with them, then you weren't, I..." Silence. She sits on her bed, tugging at the hem of her shirt. "Diaval, what...what happened to you?"

He takes a deep breath, then lets it out. "Gonna tell you one day, just...not ready yet."

"I won't think any different of you."

"You will," he disagrees. "Things'll change if you know. Not ready yet."

"Was it bad?"

"Des...'m gonna tell you one day. Promise."

She nods weakly, hugging her knees to her chest. "Okay," she breathes. "I'm sorry."

"Got nothing to be sorry 'bout."

She sighs to herself. "Au contraire, mon ami."

"Huh?"

"Uh...nothing." She coughs. "You busy right now?"

"Nah, just knitting."

"Is it that scarf thing from the farmhouse?"

"Gonna be a blanket."

"Nice. Can't wait to see it."

"Mhm."

They both let out a long breath and she lays down on the bed, hooking one leg over the other as she smiles weakly. "I really miss you."

"You said that before."

"I know, but...it's true."

There's another short breath and Destiny likes to imagine that he's smiling. "Well, miss you too," he whispers.

"Love you."

"Love ya too."

From outside Destiny's room, she hears Leonardo call everyone in for training. She jolts up, heading for the door with the phone still held by her wolf ear.

"I've got to go," she says.

"Mhm, same. Melanie just got here."

"Ooo, don't have too much fun," she teases.

He makes a soft grunting noise and she can just see him blushing and burying his mouth against the collar of his cloak. "Mmkay."

"Tell her hi from me!"

"Okay."

"Bye, Diaval. Talk again soon?"

"Yup. Bye, Destiny."

She hangs up, pocketing the phone as she emerges into the living room. Her shoulders sag and the faint smile on her lips disappears. As long as he insists that it isn't her fault, she's going to do her best to believe him wholeheartedly. Now, she'll just try not to think about what it is that he doesn't want her to know.