Flash really didn't like being a turtle. He just couldn't get used to moving so slowly, for one, and the lack of fingers really bothered him. He hadn't even tried moving from his spot in front of the computer on his desk--there was no way to get down except fall, and it was a lot further to the floor now. And he was getting hungry. Not that he would have been able to get into the fridge even if he were able to get there.

Right now what he really needed was a miracle.

He just hoped Shayera would show up soon.