"Everyone up! UP!"

The noise manages to wake only some of the group. Leonardo is the first to roll out of bed and crawl to his visor, slipping it on.

"What?" he asks.

"We caught Circa's trail again," April reports. "If you check your visors, you should be able to see it. She's moving fast."

Leonardo blinks sleepily and stifles a yawn. "Okay, we'll..." He yawns. "...get on it."

"Stay safe, Leo!"

The visor turns off and Leonardo yanks it off his head with another yawn. When he turns around, he finds that Donatello and Raphael are both sitting up, the former rubbing his eyes while the latter scratches his shell. Destiny rolls over, off the edge of the bed, and lands hard on her face. She lies there for a second, contemplating where she went wrong in life.

Only three of them stay asleep. Michelangelo and Annalise are cuddled up in a tangle of limbs, her head tucked beneath his chin. Casey snores loudly, one arm draped over his eyes and the other dangling off the edge of the bed. One leg is propped up, bent at the knee, and the other stays straight. Half the blanket hangs off the bed while half manages to cling to Casey.

Raphael moves to Casey's bed and kicks one of the legs as hard as he can. The bed jolts and Casey gets thrown from it with a yelp.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Raphael teases before going to get his gear.

Casey mutters something under his breath and rubs his head, tousling his already messy bedhead. Donatello goes to Michelangelo and Annalise and reaches over, shaking Michelangelo's shoulder. The freckled turtle wakes first, humming a little as he exhales. He sits up, blinking a few times to clear his vision, and Annalise rolls onto her back with a groan, slowly opening her eyes.

"Time to go," Donatello greets. "We've got Circa to hunt, remember?"

"What's for breakfast? Does Minecraft have pizza? I'd like pizza," Michelangelo says.

Annalise tries to finger-comb her hair into place. "No, Minecraft doesn't have pizza."

"Dang it..."

She giggles softly.

The team suits up and heads out of the house as fast as possible. Leonardo taps at his visor, frowning a little at the digital trail snaking its way across the screen. The others await his words, except Michelangelo, who tries to play with the multicoloured sheep.

"She's heading for Facebook," Leonardo says after a few seconds. He shuts off the map so he can see his family clearly. "In Minecraft, she caught us off guard, but now we have the chance to catch her off guard."

"Go in, surprise attack, pound her until she's nothing but ones and zeros," Raphael says with a grin, grinding his fist into his palm.

"Then we're home free!" Casey agrees, aiming his fist at Raphael. They bump knuckles. "Goongala..."

Donatello crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't celebrate too early. Circa isn't going to go down easily." He strokes his chin, thoughtful. "Also...I wouldn't mind figuring out what exactly is motivating her to destroy the world."

"Right, and she'll just tell us in a big, villainous monologue," Destiny says, half-laughing at the thought.

Annalise forces a smile, although it looks more like someone punched her in the stomach, then told her to smile for a picture with the President. If Circa is still the same person she was way back then, Annalise wouldn't put it past her to do such a thing. The Circa she knew had a flair for the dramatic, was always ready to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, and perhaps what Annalise finds scariest about her is her patient ambition. She's willing to wait if it ensures her victory.

She turns and observes the blocky mountains and clouds with a troubled air, fingers tapping against her leg as she mulls over her nightmare. Her subconscious dreamt up her dead father to urge her into telling her friends about Circa; obviously, it's time to come clean, even if she sounds like a psychopath.

Her past daydream of rolling around in a padded room, stuck in a straightjacket, finds her again and she grimaces. She is of very sound mind, she reminds herself. No matter how active her imagination is or how many times she doubts her sanity, that much is true.

She shuts her eyes, takes a deep breath, and steels her nerve. "Guys, I have to tell—" she starts, turning around.

"Let's get moving," Leonardo says. The others have their backs to her, crowded together, and Michelangelo finally stops bugging Mr. Periwinkle the Purple Sheep and rejoins his family.

Annalise's words, and her confidence, die faster than her hopes and dreams the second she entered high school. "Uh..." she squeaks.

"Everyone ready?" Leonardo asks. Annalise hurries over to join the others and he nods to her before tapping the side of his visor. "Beam us up, Crankshaw."

"Leonardo, never call me Crankshaw again," Sarina states, and they can easily imagine the eye-roll the accompanies her deadpan statement.

They go sailing back into the depths of the cyberverse.

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"How long until we get to Facebook?" Destiny calls.

"It isn't far. If we keep moving, we should be there in a few seconds," Donatello replies. They pause as three seconds pass and he adds, "Or...minutes."

"Guys-zzt?" Sarina asks. Her voice wobbles like she's talking into a fan. "Turtles...bzzt! You copy?"

"Your audio's all weird," Raphael says, giving his visor a hard smack. "Sarina?"

"Somethingzzt—" There's a screeching noise followed by the ringing of microphone feedback, earning a few gasps and tons of winces. "Interferen-zzt! Anyone? Bzzt—copy! You're b-bzzt-reaking up!"

"Donnie, what's going on?!" Casey shouts.

"I don't know!" Donatello snaps. He grips both sides of his visor. "Sarina! Can you hear me?!"

The world around them goes black, plunging them into darkness thicker than oil, and their screams echo around them as they tumble through the air. They feel the jostling of something twisting around them and their bodies lurch sideways before smacking hard into what feels like a brick wall.

For a few seconds, there's nothing but the faint sound of radio static and shaky breathing. The darkness disembodies them. They can't see a hand in front of their face.

"S...Sarina," Donatello speaks first, voice echoing and shaking. "Sarina, please...answer me. Sarina..."

"Des? Destiny, where are you?" Leonardo's voice comes next from somewhere opposite to Donatello's position. "Can you see anything?"

"No!" comes her panicked response. "Whatever this is, it's..." She emits a frustrated, echoing snarl. "Advanced darkness or some crap."

"Hold on, I'll find you another way."

Michelangelo's voice comes next. "Annalise?! Lisey?!"

"Mikey, I'm over here!"

"Casey? Donnie?" Raphael calls.

"Raph! Dude, where are you?"

"Ouch! That was my foot, you dummy!"

"Sorry, Don..."

A sinister laugh echoes around them and it becomes so quiet that they can hear their own heartbeats. A spotlight appears a few feet ahead of them and Destiny shields her eyes from the light, her heightened night vision coming back into focus. Circa touches down in the spotlight and grins.

"You children think you're so clever," she coos. "Trying to sneak up on me, thinking you have the upper hand. I could see you coming from a mile away."

"Circa," Leonardo utters, reaching for his katanas.

"Leonardo," she imitates. Her head shifts to mimic his, save for the blackened eyes, and Leonardo's sneer grows while uncomfortable shudders roll through the others. She shifts her head back to its regular appearance. "Now that you have all been reminded of my name, it's time for some fun."

"Fun?" Donatello echoes.

"Oh, yes." Her voice sounds right next to his ear and he jumps. "Do you have any idea how painfully boring it is in here? I am one of a kind, the onliest, loneliest one."

"Okay, Tigger," Raphael mutters. "Whine to someone who cares."

He startles as she reappears in front of him, pointer finger pressed against his nose and thumb on his chin, clamping his mouth shut. "Now, now...if you don't hold that tongue, I may just have to rip it out of your fat head." Her hair flares around her and her pupils glow red. Her voice loses its bouncy, laughing nature and switches to something deadpan, cold, and merciless. "You don't want that to happen, do you?"

"Leave him alone!" Casey shouts, snatching his hockey stick and racing at her.

She disappears just as he swings and reappears behind him in a flash. As he loses his balance, her knee finds his stomach and he grunts at the sudden force. Circa catches him by the back of his collar, winds up, and throws him like a pitcher in a baseball game. His body hits the ground with a thud and the others find themselves frozen with horror.

"Anyone else want to give it a go?" she asks, doing a graceful pirouette to face the rest of the group.

Destiny's body seems to bristle, wings unfolding as she starts forward. "You crazy bitch, I oughta—"

Circa appears behind Leonardo and grips the back of his neck, lifting him up with ease, and her hand morphs into a shiny pink blade. She aims it at the turtle's neck. "Ah, ah, ah..." Circa purrs as Destiny's face loses colour. "Think about your next movement very..." The blade digs against Leonardo's jaw and he winces. "...carefully, unless you think red suits him."

Destiny doesn't move, but her eyes scream murder.

Circa's whirring, victorious laugh surrounds them as she drops Leonardo on his face. As he starts to get up, she braces her foot against his shell and grinds her heel into it, making him go still. His hands form fists against the ground, but he doesn't struggle.

"Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming," Circa says. "Tonight, we've got a very special show lined up! First up, a trip down memory lane, where I shall recount my tale of woe with the help of our special guest, Annalise Hughes!"

Somehow, the cheering and clapping of an invisible audience fills the emptiness around them and a spotlight breaks over Annalise's position. Annalise feels her blood turn to ice. Michelangelo meets her eyes and mouths something like "the thing" and imitates sleeping. She nods and tries to still her trembling hands.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," Circa clucks, tapping her chin as she lifts herself up so all her weight is balanced on Leonardo's shell. He grits his teeth hard and she bounces once, casting a smile at him. "Comfy, Leonardo?" He refuses to answer and she sighs. "This is a very large group. Time to split up, everybody!"

She snaps her fingers and giant walls erupt around them, splitting them up and shaking the ground so bad that none of them manage to stay on their feet. When the shaking stops, Annalise struggles back to her feet and stares at the giant wall obscuring the others from view.

"Leo!" Destiny's voice sounds from Annalise's left. She looks over to see the wolf-raven pounding her fist against the wall. "Leo?! Can anyone hear me?!"

"It's Raph and me over here, Des," Donatello says. "Mikey and Leo are on the far side."

"Dudes, I'm freaking out! This is like the maze of doom but worse!" Michelangelo's echoing voice reaches them. "I HATED THAT MAZE!"

"Wait, if they're...then..." Destiny gasps and whirls around. Her eyes are somehow bright in the darkness. "Casey," she breathes.

She races off and Annalise makes a half-hearted attempt at getting her attention, still seated on the floor in a state of shock. She forces herself to her feet and stumbles after Destiny, somehow finding where she's stopped next to Casey.

"What..." he mumbles, holding his head as Destiny helps him up. "This is...whack..."

"Anything injured?" she asks.

"My dignity?" he suggests, trying to crack a smile. When she doesn't return it, he continues, "I'm okay, wolfie. She just winded me."

"Guys? Can any of you get in contact with home base?" Annalise asks, tapping fruitlessly at her visor. "I'm still getting nothing but static."

Destiny tests hers then shakes her head. "I can't even reach the turtles."

A noise like stadium lights turning on reaches them and lights appear, dotting a long strip of tunnel leading far off into the distance. Destiny slowly stands up, Casey following her, and a giant replica of Circa's noseless face appears ahead of them.

"I really must thank all of you for joining me today," she says as her dark eyes glitter. "If you're ready, or if you're not, let us embark on this wondrous journey! I give you your Facebook memories from seven years ago!"

She disappears in a snap as the walls light up with a video that, for Annalise, is a personal memory. She braces herself for the inevitable.