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Michelangelo strolled towards the kitchen to start breakfast, but he stopped in the doorway and frowned. "Awe, man." He walked over to the table and sat down, placing a hand on my shell. "Raph? You awake?"

I turned my head to look at him. His eyes went wide.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned, removing his hand slowly.

I sniffed a little, picking my head up, then wiped away the lone tear streaming down the side of my face. "'Nother dream."

"Huh?" Mike gave me a confused look.

Told Leo about the first dream. "I didn't get much sleep. I seem to be attractin' bad dreams... or bad memories... both, really," I explained, then sighed and yawned.

"Well, if you wanna try and sleep in some, I'll have lunch ready about noon," Mike offered.

I gave him a small smile. "Think maybe I'll take ya up on that. Jus' let the others know I'll be around, okay, Mikey."

"Sure, bro," he said, then clapped my right arm as he got up. he began milling about as I stood.

I got to the doorway and stopped. "Mikey?"

He turned. "Yeah?"

I shifted a little. "Thanks for callin' the reunion," I said, then turned for the stairs. I was almost to my room, when Leo came out of his room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Get more sleep. Had another round of bad memories to disturb my sleep," I explained, yawned, then added, "Told Mikey already."

"Be around for lunch?" Leo asked.

"Yeah," I replied, then went into my room.

Don stepped out of his room. "What's with him?"

Leo sighed. "You'll find out soon enough, Donnie."

That afternoon, I called a town meeting in the living room. A'right, so there's only seven of us. I'd just rehashed what I'd told Leo in the middle of the night.

"She named you 'Michael'?!" Mike exclaimed, overjoyed.

I rolled my eye. "I knew I should changed it."

"So, when did you finally start remembering everything?" Don asked.

"That took a while, since I didn't exactly have much to remind me of you guys," I said, then added, "took about two months." I paused and smiled. "All it took was a Rennaissance book."

"Well, whaddaya know," Casey said.

I ignored him. "Can I keep goin' now?"