The Morning After

I woke the next morning with a kink in my neck, trying to remember where I was. Then I looked around, and it all came flooding back to me. I was curled up on the couch in the turtles' lair, but they were gone. By now, I had mostly gotten used to the scent of eau de' sewage, and even the relative coldness of the place. I didn't even think it was all that strange that I felt comfortable in such peculiar surroundings. I did, however, wonder why I was alone.

"Where are they?" I said to myself, a habit I've picked up over the years from spending most of my childhood entertaining myself in my room alone. Come to think of it, April was gone too. And I knew Splinter was still in his room, since the door was closed and I could hear Japanese flute music playing softly. A reminder of his former home, apparently. "Where the devil IS everyone?" I exclaimed in consternation.

As if in answer, there came a sound from outside the door, as of several feet splashing through water. Worried that it might be some sanitation maintenance worker about to stumble upon my new friends' home, I looked around quickly, and found one of Leo's katana and stood with it raised above my head, just behind the door as it swung open. I was just about to bring it down to scare the "intruder", when I stopped short. I had just come face-to-face with a very startled Michelangelo.

"Oops! Sorry guys, I thought someone might have found this place," I apologized. Michelangelo just stood there, with a wide-eyed stare of surprise.

"That's alright," Raphael snorted, stepping around his speechless brother. "We've done that to April a few times, too. Sometimes I think she's lucky we haven't turned her into a human pincushion!"

"I heard that, Raph!" April chided, coming in behind him. I just shook my head and laughed, handing the sword back to Leo as he entered. Donatello was the last one in, his nose buried in some sort of technical manual. They all dispersed to their own separate diversions, with Leo and Raphael going over to sit on the sofa and watch some cartoons, while Donnie, as they affectionately called him, started tinkering with an old radio. I looked around for Mikey, only to find him scribbling furiously on his sketch pad again. I wandered over to see what it was this time. It was me again, this time with Leo's katana coming down.

"Making a record of my follies?" I asked jokingly.

"Nah, you just make a good subject," he said, grinning. "You've got great lines!"

I almost did a double-take at that. Had he just been flirting? I shook the thought aside, and instead asked the question which had been on my mind since waking. "Where were you all, anyway?"

"We went out for breakfast," Donatello said around a pencil between his teeth.

"Why didn't someone wake me up?" I asked, as I suddenly realized I was hungry. My stomach growled in agreement. "And where did you get breakfast? You four DO kind of stand out, no offense."

"Eh, none taken," Leo said from in front of the television. "We got doughnuts. We sent April in for 'em, so it's all good. Anyway, you looked so peaceful, we decided to let you sleep. Don't worry, we brought some back for you." He nudged Raph, who pulled a paper sack from his belt and tossed it to me.

April fell onto the recliner with a loud sigh. "Thank goodness I have today off. Vernon's been a bigger pain than usual lately!" It was no secret around the news station that she and Vernon Thompson were rivals for the best scoops, and he was the type to take any advantage he could get. April despised him for his occasionally unscrupulous methods, not to mention his constant preening.

"Lucky you," I said, digging into the bag of pastries. Somehow, the turtles had managed to get my favorite doughnuts- frosted blueberry, and chocolate-covered éclairs. I suspected April was the source of that intel. "I volunteered for doggie-bath duty at the animal shelter today. I do NOT relish spending the rest of the day smelling like wet dog! And on a Saturday, too!" It was a good cause, but I usually spent my time there working with the homeless cats, playing with them, giving medication to the ones that needed it, and just giving them attention. I had a soft spot for small furry things.

"What's wrong with helping your fellow creatures?" Asked Leo, puzzled. "Don't you like animals?"

"Sure, why else would I go volunteer there? I'm just not thrilled with the prospect of SMELLING like them! Some of those dogs are not exactly squeaky clean and April-fresh!" I sniggered, wrinkling my nose. "Then again, I guess it's no worse than smelling like a sewer."

"Was that a not-so-subtle dig?" Raph shot back, his eyes narrowed slightly.
I sniggered, with a mouth full of sweet, frosted blueberry goodness, and gave him an exaggerated, innocent shrug. When I swallowed it, I chuckled and said, "Well, you gotta admit, it's not exactly spring-time fresh down here. How do you guys stand it? I'd have to buy stock in Febreeze and Lysol to live here! Which reminds me, I should probably get home and take a quick shower. Somehow I don't think I could explain the eau de' sewer scent to the folks at the shelter."
April piped up then, and stretched. "Orlene, when do you have to be there? I'd be happy to drop you off at your place. I've got some errands to run anyway." She was like that- always doing things for her friends. It was one of the things I admired about her. She wasn't like some of the other journalists I'd met, stuck-up and ruthless, like Vernon. A little pushy at times, maybe, but that was just part of the job. I had learned a lot from her.
"Thanks! I've still got a couple of hours. I don't have to be there 'til noon." I said, yawning. I finished off the rest of the doughnuts, and for the next couple of hours, we just hung out with the boys. It was kind of fun hearing their stories about the things they had done, like Mikey getting shrunk or having his favorite superhero come to life from a comic book, or Raph's would-be career as a comedian, or having his mind get switched with a cab driver's. Donnie talked about meeting an alien, and the time he had cloned himself- which had apparently gone terribly wrong- and his ill-fated attempt to get a college degree. Even Leo had some strange stories to tell. His brothers had once tried to give him a new personality when they decided he was getting too bossy; and there was Lotus, a female ninja he had met and had feelings for- that part surprised me, but I thought it best not to ask the obvious question of how a human and a turtle could have any sort of relationship- and his encounter with a fake UFO in a small upstate town.
Compared to them, my life had seemed spectacularly dull. That is, until I told them about witnessing the murder of my parents two years earlier. That certainly got their attention. It had happened while I was still in high school; I'd come home early one day after getting sick, and found the door to our townhouse open. That alone was enough to rouse my suspicions, so I had slipped in quietly, only to hear voices in the living room- someone was threatening my parents, about some government project they were working on. I peeked inside, and saw the entire place was trashed, with my folks tied to two of the chairs from the dining room. There was some weirdo in a metal helmet and cape, with spiked armor on his arms, hands, and shoulders standing over them. They refused to tell him what he wanted, and just like that, he had swiped his metal claws across their throats. I just turned and ran out of the house, and hid behind a dumpster between two buildings across the street until the cops had arrived more than an hour later. But I had not forgotten that tall, menacing figure in the spiked suit- or his voice.
"Wait a sec! The guy you described sounds like Shredder!" Leo exclaimed, sitting up suddenly.
"Who?" I asked, baffled. Somehow I had a mental image of a human cheese grater.
"He's only our worst enemy," replied Leo sourly. "He used to be a rival of Master Splinter's owner. They were both members of an ancient ninja clan until Shre- er, Uruku Saki- that's his real name- was disgraced for attempting to assassinate their Grandmaster. But he's hated us and Master Splinter for years, because of all the times we've stopped his schemes to take over the city."
"Ya got THAT right," Raph chimed in, shaking a fist. "Man, I'd love to get my hands on that creep."
Just then, there was a news flash on the television, about a theft at a major chemical factory in Queens. Someone had made off with an experimental hydrogen fuel, that was supposed to be powerful enough to drive a car to the moon and back on a single tank. Almost like magic, all four mutants shot up and dashed for their weapons.
"What's going on?" I asked, confused. Even April was on her feet, as they all piled toward the door.
"I'll bet old tin-grin had something to do with this," Leo said, looking angry. The others all nodded agreement, and I had a distinctly uneasy feeling, seeing the dark expressions on their faces. I started to get an idea of why the thugs who had attacked me had run off in terror. When they got angry, these guys were truly SCARY!
"I'm coming with you guys," April said, and no one argued. "I'm not going to let Vern scoop me on this! No way am I letting him keep me from getting another story!" She was fuming. Then again, as many times as he had used underhanded tactics to sneak a news story out from under her, I didn't blame her. He made news reporters look bad. And he was pretty sleazy, too. I'd learned that the hard way...
"Too late, April," quipped Raph. "He already did!" She just tossed him a dirty look, and he backed down.
I don't know why, but I decided right then that I had to find out for myself if the man they called Shredder really WAS behind the theft. When I'd told the police what I'd seen, they had thought I was crazy, or that I'd been too distraught to remember clearly. But I knew what I'd seen that day. And I wasn't going to just stand by while my new friends took on a cold-blooded killer.
"I'm going too," I said suddenly, right behind Donnie. As one, four green heads swiveled to stare at me.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Leo said. "You'd just be in the way. We can't get in there to check it out and keep an eye on you, too."
"Aw, come on, Leo! Lighten up!" Mikey protested, I was a little surprised to hear him defending me. But he stared his brother down boldly. "She can stay with April, and he's probably long gone, so it's not like she'd be in danger. And it'll give her a chance to see how we work," he said, shrugging.
"He's right," said Donatello. "What harm could it do?" I waited, and at last, the unofficial leader of the group sighed and nodded.
"Okay, fine. Just stay with April, and if we find anything, we'll let you know."
"Thanks!" I said, and soundly gave all four a quick peck on their beaks. Leo shook his head in annoyance, and I could almost swear Mikey was blushing. "You won't regret this," I continued, as we trudged through the tunnel outside their lair, splashing through the occasional puddles of stagnant, murky water. I tried hard not to think about what might be in that water, as we made our way through an access tunnel that ended in a ladder below a large grate that opened into an abandoned garage. Parked inside was an old VW van- or at least it had been, in its previous life. What it was now was more akin to a mobile tracking station and high-tech lab. Where and how Donatello- I knew it had been him without being told- had managed to cobble together the equipment was a question I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to, but I was impressed all the same.

We drove to the factory, parking the conspicuous van on a side street and making our way to the site on foot. As expected, the police and the media were already there, including the Channel Six news crew. I wondered how the four boys were going to get inside to investigate, but a soft scraping sound high above on the roof made me look up, just in time to see four shapes stealthily creeping along on top of the factory. That answers that, I thought, as April and I went over to the news van. She gave Vern a stern lecture about journalistic ethics, while I helped the camera-operator with his equipment.

A short time later, April had used her press credentials to get us both inside, presumably to film the scene and interview some of the chemical engineers who had worked on the formula. Once inside, I kept getting an odd feeling of eyes watching me, and it wasn't long before I spotted a familiar shadow inside a large vent near the ceiling. I glanced around, and discovered three more all around the factory's lab, close enough to hear April's questions to the engineers, but still well-hidden. I belatedly remembered Splinter's words about training them as ninjas, and was amazed at how easily they had managed to sneak in.

By the time April and I got back to the van, they were already there waiting for us. I was surprised at how fast they could move- which was doubly impressive if one considered the typical speed of a turtle. Then again, the hare had underestimated the tortoise, too…

"Well, guys, what do you think? You heard what those chemists had to say," April said, when they had dropped down right in front of us as we approached the vehicle. I stifled a startled yelp, but she acted as if it was a normal occurrence.

"Y'know, I'm beginning to wonder if tin-grin stole that fuel after all," said Donnie, frowning.

Leo nodded. "He's right, guys. There should have been evidence that he was there- it was too clean." He agreed.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Didn't you say he was a ninja Master?" I was a little disappointed that we hadn't seen anything; I'd been hoping to get a lead on the man who had murdered my family. Two years, and nothing. The police had never found the killer, and the case sat cold, leaving me with too many unanswered questions.

"If it was him, there should have been a hole nearby from one of those transport modules of his, or at least some sign of entry. Maybe this was one of those inside things?" Donatello suggested.

I sighed and wandered back toward the news van, when something caught my eye. I noticed some odd scratches cut into a power pole at various intervals, consisting of sets of three deep marks- like claws. I looked up, and saw a small scrap of something fluttering from a line-man's climbing spikes about halfway to the top. Coincidentally, the pole was close to the roof of the factory, just where I'd seen the four shell-backs tiptoeing earlier. It suddenly dawned on me that this might be exactly what they were looking for, and I raced back to where they'd parked the garish yellow van.

"Hey, guys! I think I found something!" I said, excited. "Could he have gotten in the same way you did?"

"Shred-head? Doesn't seem like his style. He's usually a lot more dramatic. He likes to make an entrance." Raph said, shaking his head. "Why do you ask?"

I quickly told them what I'd found, including the odd scrap of purple cloth. All four began to look uneasy when I mentioned the scratches, and finally nodded grimly. When I explained that the pole was right next to the roof, Leo growled angrily, and Raph muttered a curse that would have put an inner-city gangster to shame.

"Son of a…!" Leo snarled. "It was right under our noses the whole time! How could we miss that?!"

"Calm down, kemosabe. It's not your fault," Mikey said, consolingly. "You said it yourself, Raph- it's not his usual MO. How were we supposed to know?"

"Well, at least now we know he WAS here," Donnie mused, ever the optimist.

Then something happened that I never expected- a voice interrupted from the doorway of a small warehouse across the street. "Correction, wretched reptiles- I am STILL here! Did you really think you could stop me? You're too late!" He laughed coldly. That voice chilled my blood, for I recognized it as the voice of the man I'd heard two years before. It was dark, evil, and full of venom, the voice of a psychopath and a killer, of that I had no doubt.

We all spun around to face him, and I once again saw the face of my parents' murderer. There was no mistaking that frightening helmet with the mask covering most of his face, the curved blades on his armor, even the long cape. He oozed evil from every pore, and his eyes were hard, cold, and sinister. In that moment, I knew that this was a man who was capable of anything.

"It's HIM," I whispered, shuddering at the sound of his dark laughter. I started to back away; then I felt something solid behind me, and a reassuring weight rested on my shoulder. I glanced down to see a familiar green hand wearing a watch, and realized that it was Michelangelo. I felt safer just knowing he was there, somehow, though I couldn't explain why. Maybe it was knowing that he had protected me once before, or maybe I just needed that reminder that I wasn't alone this time. Whatever it was, it gave me courage.

"So, that's the big bad guy, huh?" I finally asked sarcastically, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Yeah, how'd you guess?" Raph replied in a casual tone. I noticed that he and the others had all drawn their weapons, and it occurred to me to wonder if they ALWAYS carried them.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe it was the helmet that gave him way?" I shot back. Raph snickered.

"Come on, guys- let's do this," Leo said calmly, and stepped boldly toward their foe. His brothers all nodded agreement, and I suddenly found myself wishing I had a weapon too, though what I would do with one was anyone's guess.

"You can't win, chrome-dome! You might as well give up now!" Leo called out as he charged at the walking meat-cutter. Shredder- and I still couldn't believe he actually called himself that- gave a yell and pulled a short metal rod with a sharp point at each end, which he twisted and snapped out; it grew longer, until it became a double-ended spear.

"I will enjoy destroying you, shell-back!" He sneered under the mask, and then all talk ceased as the battle began. I had known my new friends were expert martial-artists, and that they were skilled in the use of their chosen weapons, but until that moment, seeing them in action, I had not realized just what that meant. Unlike their ordinary cousins, these turtles were anything but slow. No, they moved like lightning.

Still, fast and good as they were, they could not seem to find a hole in their enemy's defenses. He kicked Donatello backward with ease, sending him flying into the side of the van, even while he blocked Raph's sais and ducked under Michelangelo's whirling nunchaku. Leo slashed out with his blades, only to be flipped onto the ground by their opponent's spear. He rolled away before Shredder could bring it down to skewer him, while Donnie leapt back into the fray with a flying kick.

I watched the battle, fascinated and amazed. How could one man so effortlessly counter every move of four opponents at once? I remembered what Leonardo had said about him being a rival for their own teacher's master, and wondered if perhaps it was because they had been taught by the same Sensei. It was obvious that he knew all their moves. I moved closer to get a better view of the fight, searching for the one weakness in his defense. It occurred to me that what was needed was an element of chaos, an opponent whose moves he did not know. Okay, so I had almost no training in any kind of martial arts- except for a couple of quickie classes in women's self defense that had obviously not worked too well, considering how I'd gotten into this situation- but I had to try, right? Odd as it seemed, these boys were my friends now, and I owed them for coming to my rescue that night. At least that's what I kept telling myself, even as another part of me whispered that I was doing something REALLY stupid.
I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon, and the best I could come up with was a piece of wood from a shipping pallet with the nails still attached, lying near a dumpster. Shrugging, I picked it up and charged into the fray from behind the murderous slimeball. I had assumed that I could take him by surprise by attacking at his back where he could not see me. Big mistake. I had not counted on the skill of my opponent- specifically, the fact that ninjas are trained to fight blind, and to detect enemies no matter what direction they attack from. I found out the hard way.
I was shocked when my swing with the board missed completely, simply because he'd heard me coming- damned high heels, I thought, too late- and spun aside, grabbing the board and twisting it right out of my hands. He threw it at Leo, who had attempted to use the distraction of my swing to find an opening. Leo ducked his head into his shell to avoid the flying missile; I gaped, astonished that such a thing was even possible, until I remembered what he was. The next instant, I was grabbed by the wrist, and the so-called "Shredder" dragged me back toward the warehouse he had hidden in, putting the point of his weapon to my throat.
"Enough! Drop your weapons, or the girl dies!" He snarled angrily, putting his back to the open door. I tried to pull free, but it was no use. Apparently, those muscles were not just for show, because he felt as strong as an ox! I gulped, knowing he was dead serious, if you'll excuse the pun. I'd seen him do it before, and had no doubt he would kill me too.
"Dudes, we gotta do something! We can't let him hurt Orlene!" Michelangelo said worriedly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it occurred to me that he had taken the role of my personal guardian, and I wondered why. At the moment, however, there were bigger things to worry about.
"Sheesh, is it just me, or is that gal a catastrophe waiting to happen?" Raph joked grimly. I glared at him, and filed the comment away for a later chastising.
Finally, Leo grimaced and sighed. "Guys, I don't think we have a choice. He won't hesitate to do it." He gave their nemesis a sullen nod and tossed his swords to the ground. "Alright, Shredder- you win THIS round. Now LET. HER. GO." His voice had gone deadly cold, and I realized there was more to him than the calm, cool-headed leader. Somewhere in there was a dark, ruthless beast waiting to be unleashed.
The others did the same, and the man holding me chuckled darkly. "Haha, fools! Your compassion is your weakness! NEVER give away your advantage over an enemy for the sake of protecting a useless female! THAT leads to defeat." He slowly dragged me, snarling and squirming, through the door into the warehouse. I looked around, wondering how he intended to escape when the door was guarded by four very angry reptilian warriors. I spat, cursed, and fought, but could not break free. Leo and the others stalked through the door after us, but kept their distance.
I glanced behind me, towards the back wall of the mostly empty warehouse, and saw a startling sight there. A huge, gleaming metal tube-like object with an open hatch in one side and an enormous drill on the front sat partially poking from an even larger hole in the floor. It had what looked like tank treads underneath, and was apparently some sort of subterranean vehicle. I realized that this was his escape route, and that he meant to take me along for the ride. Right about that time, there came a loud noise from outside, that sounded ominously like a motor revving in high gear. The turtles all looked startled, and turned around just in time to see their own van come crashing through the door and wall of the warehouse- straight at Shredder!
He let out a surprised curse, and threw me down as he dived out of the way. I let out an unladylike curse at him, but it went unnoticed. I heard a clink as something hit the floor, and suddenly spotted a small metal and glass vial rolling my way. I grinned as I snatched it up, glad that at least something was finally going my way. Meanwhile, the van screeched to a halt, and April poked her head out the driver's side window.
"Hey, guys! Thought you could use some help!" She waved to them, and all four green heroes broke out in laughter.
"Alright April!" "You GO, girl!" "YES!" "Come on, lets GET him!" The last was from Leo, as they bull-rushed their arch-foe all at once. Seeing that his only advantage was gone, the creep turned tail and dove into the waiting machine, slamming the hatch closed behind him. A moment later, it whirred to life, and swiftly slipped back down into the tunnel it had made.
"Damn!" Shouted Raph as it disappeared. "He got away- AGAIN!"
"Yeah, AND he made off with that hydrogen fuel!" Donnie growled angrily. "You realize what this means?! He has enough power now to bring the Technodrome to the surface and take over the city!"
"I wouldn't bet on that, guys," I said, getting up and dusting myself off. "That creep didn't get way with ANYTHING. And what the heck is a Technodrome, anyway?" I glanced at them for an explanation. They all blinked, and exchanged confused looks.
"What do you mean he didn't get way with anything?" Asked Leo.
"It's what he calls the giant battle-station tank he has hidden underground beneath the Hudson Bay. It's got enough firepower to level half the city. Only problem is it's only got enough power for life-support. At least until he uses that new fuel." Donatello replied sourly.
I shook my head, laughing. "Oh, you mean THIS?!" I asked, holding up the vial. Five pairs of eyes stared at me in astonishment.
"Where- HOW did you get that?!" Leo exclaimed. The others just exchanged excited glances.
"He dropped it when the cavalry showed up and he dove away from April's driving. I just picked it up." I said smugly, shrugging.
"STILL think she's a catastrophe waiting to happen?" Mikey shot at Raph, grinning. Once again, he was coming to my defense, it seemed, and I decided I would definitely have to ask him about that later.
For now, though, there was still the matter of the fuel to deal with. We decided to sneak it back into the lab where it could be found later, figuring that it was better to let the scientists assume it had merely been misplaced. A short time later, when all was as it should be, the boys drove me back to my apartment so I could shower and change to go do my volunteer work. As I stepped out of the van, I turned to look at them, wondering if this was the end of my adventure with them.
"Will I ever see you guys again?" I asked Donnie, shaking his hand. His grip felt cool, but friendly. I belatedly remembered that they were cold-blooded, and felt a little sorry for them living in a cold, damp sewer in the middle of a December freeze. For a moment, I wondered how they could even function at all in the cold, especially without clothes. I usually bundled up in winter, and especially now, with the snow piled nearly two feet high in parts of the city.
"Indubitably!" Donatello replied, in his usual multisylabic habit.
"For SURE!" Mikey added, grinning in his typical easy-going manner. His enthusiasm was infectious, I had to admit, and I found myself already starting to miss them.
I thanked them for everything, and gave them my phone number. Never mind that I would have to buy a new cell phone before anyone could call me. But like many things, it was the thought that counted. I went up to my apartment feeling strangely happy and sad at once, and went about my normal routine. The animal shelter turned out to have called in a professional groomer to bathe the dogs, so I ended up with my favorite duty- caring for the many homeless cats waiting for adoption.
After that was taken care of, I went out and bought a new phone, and returned home at last to relax and set it up. It was late evening when I heard a thumping on my fifth-floor window. I was curled up with my favorite fluffy throw blanket to watch a movie on cable, and the sound startled me. I tossed off the blanket, and cautiously went to the window. My first thought was that perhaps a pigeon had hit the window; instead, what I found was a shivering five-foot turtle with nothing but a scarf, mittens, and a beanie cap.
"Mikey?!" I exclaimed, staring at him in confusion. "What are you doing here?" I glanced outside, wondering if anyone had seen him come up the fire-escape.
"Uh, hi. C-can I c-c-come in? It's fr-freezing out here!" He said through chattering teeth. I nodded, and he was in through the window in a flash. He might be many things, but slow was NOT one of them.
"Okay, so what's going on? I wasn't expecting to see any of you so soon." I was baffled to say the least.
"Well, we were all talkin', and we thought maybe you should have a way to get hold of us- y'know, in case you ever need anything. Even Master Splinter agreed that you should be considered an honorary turtle. Anyway, Donnie made this for you. We all have one, even April! It's a communicator, y'know, sort of like on Star Trek. Donnie's a big sci-fi geek, and he builds all sorts of cool stuff." He shrugged as he handed me the small round object- cleverly made to resemble a turtle shell- and I flipped it open to reveal a small screen and several buttons. It was like a video pocket pager, from what I could tell. I glanced at it, and back at Michelangelo. He was shuffling nervously, rambling in his speech, and it occurred to me that he felt uncomfortable being in my apartment. Or was it just around ME?
"Thanks, Mikey," I said, not quite knowing what else to say.
"Ah, don't mention it," he replied, staring down at the floor. I wasn't sure how to take this odd gift, but I was glad they had thought me worthy of it all the same. Part of me understood that this was a sign of friendship and trust, but still I wondered why they had felt it necessary. And of all of them, why had he been the one to bring it? Surely Donatello would have been the logical choice, since he'd made it, and could explain how to use it better than anyone else could.
I asked the obvious question of how to use it, so he gave me a quick demonstration, showing me what the buttons were for, and how to switch between an open link with all of the others, or to talk to just one. Then he mumbled something about having to go back, and I nodded in silence as he turned to leave. Then he was gone, and I was left staring out the open window, wondering why he had seemed so reluctant to go. I didn't see my new friends again for several days, but even then, somehow I knew I hadn't seen the last of those wild and crazy party "animals"...