Flashback...

"What're ya lookin' at?" I asked, leaning over her shoulder.

"Working on a paper for my Art & Society class. It's on the Rennaissance," Adalida explained.

"Could I look at that book?" I asked.

"Sure, I need to take a little break anyway," she said, then got up and went into the kitchen.

I sat in her chair and began flipping through the book. On one page, I spotted the name Donatello. I looked up from the book. The name sounded familiar. I flipped a few more pages and Leonardo da Vinci caught my attention. Flipping a few more pages, I saw Michelangelo. I looked up again, realizing that 'Michael' didn't sound right anymore. I turned some more pages and my eyes finally landed on it. I stared at the page wide-eyed. "Addy!"

She came running in. "What is it? Something wrong?"

"Your book," I said, finally comprehending everything. I smiled at her and held up the book, pointing to the name. "Raphael."

"Well, what do you know," Addy said, smiling.

"I remembered. An' my brothers and..." I stopped, the excitement of remember who I was quickly depleting, "...our Sensei's... father's death about four months ago." I closed the book, placing it back on the table, and looked down at it. It was somewhat similar to the book Splinter had used to name us... A choked sob excaped from me.

Adalida came over and sat on the arm of the chair and put her right arm around my shoulders. "Raphael," she said, "don't hold back your emotions. Not for me, please."

At that moment, that was all I needed, the flood gates flew open, and I was bawlin' into her shoulder.

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Present...

"Oh, Raph," April said.

"If it hadn't been for that text book of hers, I don't know how long it would've taken me to remember everything," I said, shaking my head. "She did so much for me. An' I... I... didn't do a damn thing for her!" I pounded my fist on the arm of the chair. "Not a fuckin' thing!"