Michelangelo lingers behind everyone while Sarina tells them about what happened the previous night. Leonardo seems to be deep in thought, Destiny's eyes are alight and her ears are perked, Raphael looks ticked that someone would mess with Sarina, and Donatello just looks concerned as he runs one hand up and down Sarina's spine.

Master Splinter stands next to Michelangelo, noting his son's troubled expression. "Michelangelo, is there something wrong?" he inquires.

"That freaky rainbow chick attacked Sarina and before, she was in Annalise's phone," he says as he fidgets with his fingers. "What if she hurts either of them? What if—"

"My son, we will focus on this new enemy together. Do not fear for your sister. After all, she is far too intelligent to simply let this be," Splinter murmurs, placing a hand on Michelangelo's shoulder. "Remain calm, so that your thoughts may become clear."

Leonardo lets out an audible hum, making Michelangelo's head snap to him. "The world will fall," he repeats, shaking his head as he strokes his chin. "So this virus thing is definitely hostile."

Donatello nods. "Definitely. Question is, how do we find out more about her?" he wonders.

"She's hostile. That's reason enough to smash her face in," Raphael growls, fist meeting palm.

"Right, Raph, because you can just punch computer viruses," Destiny retorts with an eye-roll.

Raphael lifts his fist, unclenching and clenching it a few times. "I can try."

"Um...guys?" Michelangelo pipes up as he shuffles closer. "Annalise needs help too."

"Is this another—" Donatello starts.

"No, I'm not kidding. She sent me an email asking for help and I think it's because of this virus lady," he snaps, earning a few shocked yet impressed looks. "I saw that thing on her phone screen and took a screenshot! I bet Annalise still has it."

Raphael rolls his eyes. "Do you honestly think—"

"I say we try it," Sarina interrupts. "I saw the email. We should at least talk to her."

Destiny's tail flicks, but she nods slowly. "And...I should apologize for knocking her out."

Leonardo's sapphire eyes flicker to Michelangelo and he smiles lightly. "Okay, message her and arrange a spot to meet up. Make it tonight, if that works," he says.

"Yes sir, Captain Leo, sir!" Michelangelo responds, already bouncing up and down with glee.

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Annalise waits at one of the smaller skate spots in her area, sitting on the half-pipe and watching for any sign of PizzaNunchucker. She's nervous, having never met a fan of hers before and certainly not like this. It's weird knowing that this guy already knows a lot about her and she knows next to nothing about him.

All she can hope for is that he believes her about the virus.

Becoming rather bored with just sitting and waiting, she gets to her feet. She clips her helmet on and readies her skateboard, staring down the daunting dip beneath her. She's only ever gone down it once and it ended with a broken wrist.

She winces at the memory and adjusts her wrist guards before she positions the skateboard under her foot and takes a few deep breaths.

Meanwhile, Michelangelo races far ahead of the rest of his family, feeling like he could pass out at any second. The others follow in relative silence, cautious and preparing for the worst. When they reach the spot, Michelangelo is the only one who continues on ahead. Leonardo said that it would be best if he met Annalise first and tested the waters.

Michelangelo's eyes widen when he catches sight of Annalise. She tips onto the half-pipe, sailing down the concrete towards the other side, and he moves closer as she reaches the uphill curve. Before she can correct her stance, the board slips out from under her and sails into the air without its rider.

Michelangelo launches himself forward and catches her from the air just in the nick of time. He lands on his shell with a grunt, Annalise's eyes still shut tight with anticipation.

They go still and Michelangelo forgets how to breathe. She slowly opens her eyes and they swivel towards him. Their eyes meet and she lets out a yelp, toppling off of him as he scrambles to his feet, hands held out in front of him. She stares up at him from the ground, mouth open, and her skateboard rolls behind her like a blissfully ignorant passerby.

"Calm down, dudette. It's okay," he says, shrinking closer to the ground.

Her face slackens. "You...you have the same voice as him," she mumbles. She pushes herself to her feet, gripping her helmet. "Oh my gosh, I'm not crazy. You're real."

"Huh?"

She exhales heavily, hiccuping out a relieved laugh as she unclips her helmet and tucks it under her arm. "Sorry, I just...I thought I imagined six mutants in the park a few nights ago." Her smile falls, painted over with shock. "Then...you must be PizzaNunchucker."

He smiles sheepishly and waves. "Name's Michelangelo, but my friends call me Mikey." He feels his shoulders relax. "Angelo is my middle name."

That makes her giggle a little. "Well, uh...you know me: Annalise Hughes."

"Adorably amazing YouTuber," he blurts, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

Her cheeks flush pink and she scuffs her shoes on the ground. "Oh...heh, thank you."

He stops bouncing, taking a second to mentally slap himself across the face, before trying to relax. "So, you need my help?" he asks.

"Yeah, I do," she says. She perks up. "Actually, it's kind of awesome that you're a...creature...thing?"

"Mutant."

"Mutant, right. It makes me feel more confident that you'll believe me."

He nods. "Right! Um, quick question. Can my fam join me?"

She looks up, finally noticing the five dark shapes lingering nearby. Despite the worry that floods her, she nods. Michelangelo spins around, waving to his family and calling them closer with a big smile on his face. Leonardo walks out first, followed by the others.

"Um...hi," Annalise greets, looking between them. She still looks a bit freaked, although awe softens it. "Weirdest night ever..."

"So you're the infamous Annalise that Mikey hasn't shut up about in years," Raphael says with a slight smirk.

Michelangelo glares at him, cheeks red, and Annalise casts a quick look between the two of them before she lets out a soft laugh. "Uh...yeah, I guess so? Haha..."

"Annalise," Michelangelo says, trying to distract her from his brother's comment. "This is my family! Leonardo, the leader in blue and master of swords. Donatello, the creative genius who is technically a genius. Destiny, who hears and smells all. Sarina, Donnie's partner in crime and also a technical genius and..." He frowns at Raphael. "That's Raphael. He's a jerk."

Raphael sticks up his middle finger at Michelangelo, although Destiny is quick to shove his hand down and shoot him a scolding look. Annalise laughs.

"I'm...also the one who knocked you out," Destiny says. "Sorry."

She flashes a fanged grin and Annalise startles at the sight of such pointed teeth. She nods, swallows hard, and squeaks out a "no problem". Leonardo steps forward.

"It's come to our attention that you need our help," he says, donning his "leadership turtle on business" voice.

Annalise nods, pulling out her phone and finding the picture. She holds it out for everyone to see, making Sarina's eyes flash. "See, I found this picture on my phone the day after I saw you guys," she explains. "And a few days before that, my YouTube was acting really weird. It uploaded some deleted videos without my permission, that stuff." Her lips purse. "I usually just do a virus sweep of my computer, but that wasn't enough this time. My theory is...I think there's some kind of sentient virus inside the cyberverse that's attacking me."

Michelangelo gazes at her in complete adoration, a dopey smile stuck on his face. Raphael smirks and nudges him.

"She's too smart for you, little brother," he teases under his breath.

Michelangelo elbows him in the plastron. Sarina moves closer to Annalise, nodding absently.

"Yes, that's her," she mumbles, then looks up at Annalise. "I believe your theory is correct. I received a rather haunting message just the other night. This woman appeared on my computer screen surrounded by coding, all declaring that the world will fall." Her expression turns grim as her eyes flash. "This is not something we can simply debug."

"So what do we do?" Raphael asks.

Donatello steps forward, one finger held up as if he's about to proclaim something. "Sarina and I have already been brainstorming."

"Indeed, we have," she agrees.

They fall silent. The other mutants wait, watching them, but nothing comes.

"And?" Destiny demands, making Leonardo jump at her outburst.

Sarina smirks. "I am glad you asked. Sadly, I cannot explain anything here. Too unprotected. Vulnerable to listening ears." Her bright gaze focuses on Annalise yet again. "Are you good at programming or anything of that type?"

She nods. "Uh, I guess? I'm alright."

"Alright? Dude, she's been developing game betas all the time! She's a total whiz at computers and technology!" Michelangelo gushes.

She blushes again and rubs her arm. "I didn't think anyone noticed...or cared..." she whispers.

Sarina flashes a smile. "That is perfect. Just what we need."