Hi everyone,

I love the new TMNT series, having been a fan since the '87 series. Yes, I'm just that old!

I also love the new characters introduced, as well as them finally making Donnie's feelings towards April an actual plot point.

Out of the new characters I really love Tiger Claw. I think he's an interesting character. Plus, anthro tigers are always so sexy, especially with that deep voice.

This is my little headcannon, that will introduce OC's that will feature in the sequels, there should be two.

This story takes place quite soon after the Tale of Tiger Claw in season four, and, though I liked the finale of that season, it didn't happen. The Shredder will have a role in all the stories, so I can't let him die yet.

This is a mature rating as it will deal with adult themes.

Enjoy

TFG

A Question

"So, did you ever figure it out?" came the curious voice of Michelangelo from atop the red, three-hundred-pound tool chest.

"Figure what out?" sighed Donatello, trying not to look at his younger brother, lounging upside-down, on his tool chest.

He was becoming increasing irritated with his brothers, as both Michelangelo and Raphael were supposed to be helping him fix the Shellraiser after the last encounter with the Foot. After all, it was there fault that the left flank now contained twenty-six holes, and one of the wheels was off its axis. And, so far, Raphael had decided to use the scrap metal Donatello had taken off as target practice while Mikey used his tool chest as a surf board.

Donnie knew he would be fixing their battle van himself even though both Master Splinter and Leonardo had demanded that Raphael and Michelangelo help. He couldn't help his irritated grumbling as he looked at his two helpers who were just doing everything they could to distract him, while asking for him to work faster. And, now Mikey was asking ridiculous questions which were coming out of nowhere.

"Did you figure out why you got Tiger Claw in the dream battle, spirit quest, thingy?" Mikey stated, looking his brainy brother straight in the face, though still upside down.

The question was enough to stop the other two ninjas in the room from what they were doing. Both looked towards Mikey, before Raphael dropped his throwing stars and began to walk over towards where Donnie was kneeling.

During their three-hour van ride back to New York City the four ninja brother had regaled each other with tales of their triumph over their spiritual adversaries. And each may have exaggerated just a little bit. They had all managed to guess who each other got, based on who they faced off against. Yet, they all drew a blank with Donnie's, and when he told them that he had faced Tiger Claw they all seemed a little shocked.

It wasn't as if Donnie was a terrible fighter. He was quick thinking and agile, carefully analysing every opportunity and weakness that presented itself. But, that was the point. Donnie thought using his head, while Tiger Claw fought with brute force and skill, as if he didn't need to think about his next move.

"I mean, there were meant to be our spiritual equals, something that was like what we are like, kinda, like?" Mikey continued, stumbling over his words. He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn't have the vocabulary for it. Sometimes, he wished that he paid more attention when Donnie went off on his long-winded explanations of the English language. But, hopefully, they understand what he was trying to say.

"Yeah, I mean, I got Fishface cause of our anger. Mikey got Rahzar cause of their past dealings. And Leo got Shredder cause of their ultra-focused, honour code crap," Raphael elaborated on Mikey's ramblings. Obviously, the hot head had put some thought into this as well.

"You would think that you would have gotten Dorkster Boxcar," Mikey suggested causing Donnie to scoff and drop the welding torch he was working with in disgust.

"Yeah, that would have been wonderful, my greatest spiritual challenge, a bug-headed nerd!" Donnie yelled as he started to angrily clear away his tools, even though he hadn't finished the repairs to his baby.

"Well, maybe not Buzzkill, but how about Rat King? He was super smart and evil. Like you, but not like you, that was the point, right? Or how about Rockwell? Wasn't he like a genius before he became a demented, mind reading mutant? Even though now he's a good, mind reading mutant genius," Mikey suggested, gesturing towards Raphael to add his support.

"It was because 'I relied too much on my mind and not on my body', that's what Splinter told us. So, obviously that's why it was Tiger Claw. The guy is like a brick wall made of solid muscle and claws and teeth! Fighting him was like fighting a tank!" Donnie reasoned, looking exasperated towards his two brothers, who still didn't seem convinced.

"That explains the different, but not the same part. If it was only that, then why not Slash, or Spidebytz, or Snakeweed? Why Tiger Claw? I mean, what do you two have in common?" Raphael continued, not taking Donnie's evasion for an answer.

"I don't know! Okay! Is that a better answer? I've been trying to figure it out ever since that stupid spirit quest, and I've come up with bub-kiss!" Donnie yelled shrilly, as he was prone to do when he was frustrated that he couldn't come up with an answer.

"I mean, the guy is obviously smart, but not my level of intellect. And he's well trained and focused, despite not being a ninja. But, that's it. I can't find a single thing that we have in common," Donnie continued, sinking into his desk chair, his anger at not finding the answer abating slightly due to his cathartic ranting.

Both Mikey and Raphael looked at each other, trying and failing to have blank expressions. It would have been a better idea to have had this conversation between the two of them, rather than involving Donnie. He could be incredibly sensitive, especially when if you were implying weakness.

"Hey, bro, you know we don't mean anything by it, we were just… you know, curious," Raph said, trying to defuse his wound up tight brother.

"Yeah, yeah, if you two don't mind, I actually have work that I need to do, and I'd rather not have any distractions. Why don't you go and, just go," Donnie said, giving his brothers an opportunity to leave. And he hoped they would take it.

Luckily, both Mikey and Raph understood their brother's moods enough to know that it would be best to leave. They had been irritating him with their lack of help, constant presence in his workshop and now that had struck a nerve with their train of questioning.

"Okay, see you later, bro," Mikey said, a little saddened by their dismissal. He liked being in Donnie's lab, and liked being around him when he was working.

The two turtle mutants left the lab, leaving Donatello to continue his repairs to the Shellraiser and to finish whatever he was typing up on his computer. They, of course, didn't notice that Donatello was typing gibberish, just to appear busy and to get his brothers to leave his lab and to stop asking him questions that made his head hurt.

Once the door was closed, the young scientist couldn't help but let out a sigh while he slumped in his chair. It was a question that had been plaguing him for months.

Why Tiger Claw?

He had written up several charts, spreadsheets and Venn diagrams to try and get to the bottom of this little mystery. And everything had produced the same results. A blank conclusion.

This was something that Donnie hated with a burning passion. He knew that, as a scientist, that you could never have a one hundred percent success rate. And he had had a fair few failures and unplanned explosions in his life, but they were still a conclusion, even though they were a negative conclusion. This though, was nothing.

Donnie had hoped to shed some light on this particular problem since they had met Alopex, Tiger Claw's estranged and vengeful sister. The older mutant had left her contact details with them, in case they needed her. That was probably why Mikey had asked about the spirit quest after so many months.

He had called her a few times, asking questions about Tiger Claw's past, in the guise of trying to understand their enemy more. And though Alopex seemed willing to help, she was still rather guarded in her answers. Donnie didn't know if it was because she was ashamed of her past, ashamed of how she had acted recently, or if she still felt some familial duty to Tiger Claw. Either way, it was infuriating.

So far, all he had learned that Tiger Claw's real name was Takeshi. The older mutant hadn't finished grade school, but had used online schools to finish his education. He could speak both English and Japanese fluently, with a little Russian, Chinese and Spanish thrown in. And, he hated coconuts.

"Hey, D!" came the upbeat voice of the other infuriating distraction in his life.

"April! When did you get here?" Donnie replied joyously, jumping out of his chair and almost tripping over it. Yes, this girl was an infuriating distraction and another puzzle he desperately wanted to solve. But, at least this distraction was friendly and unlikely to try and kill him. Or, unlikely to try and kill him again.

"A little while ago. Long enough to see Raph and Mikey escaping. I take it they didn't really help with the Shellraiser. So, what you working on?" April asked, sitting down on his desk.

"Nothing much, just some… uh, problems that I can't seem to figure out," Donnie replied, a little shakily.

The teenage boy in him suddenly overrode his scientific brain. As the way that April was sitting on his desk, with her legs crossed at the thigh and leaning back slightly, was exactly how the fantasy that he played out in the shower began. And it ended with her, completely naked, spread out on the desk before him, while he did very dirty and delicious things to her.

"You sick or something, D? You looked flushed," April suddenly said, placing her hand on his forehead in an attempt to take his temperature.

"No, just, overworked. You, uh, wanna get started on that chemistry assignment? I've got everything you need set up," Donnie said, quickly trying to change subject to more neutral ground.

April lit up at the suggestion. She did love science, but since Donnie had been helping her and providing more materials for her to work with, her love of science had increased. A long with her grades.

The two worked together comfortably, until they were called to action by Leo.

"Hey, Donnie! Time for patrol!" suddenly came the voice of the oldest turtle brother, echoing into the lab.

"Be right out!" Donnie called back, closing down his latest spreadsheet of information. Whatever the answer was, he was definitely not figuring out either of his problems tonight.

He didn't wish to move.

There was absolutely nothing worth leaving his warm sanctuary for.

His mind and spirit, they were both telling him that the best place for him was to remain curled up on his futon. That whatever was being asked of him could wait until tomorrow, or next week. Maybe next month, if he was lucky.

Unfortunately, those who could have picked up the slack for him, were complete imbeciles. After all this time, Takeshi still couldn't fathom why they were still in the employment of the Foot. If he had his way he would have slit their throats and happily watch them all bleed out.

Though, if it wasn't for them, then he might have bled out instead.

It was that thought that made him look towards his missing limb.

Takeshi's right arm had been cleanly sliced off, just above the wrist. The wound had been cauterised and dressed when he was taken back to their hidden lair in the wilderness. Now, it was capped in a metal alloy, that had been taken from the Kraang. The horrid creatures that had turned him into what he was today.

Their resident scientist, the hideous creature that had once been known as Baxter Stockman, was crafting several prosthetics for him out of scavenged Kraang parts. Though, fixing his arm was not top of the priority list. Keeping their Master alive and then improving his condition was the priority of the mad scientist. So, he would have to live for a while with a missing arm.

"Another missing body part," Takeshi said dryly. So far, he was missing one tail, one eye, half an ear, and now, one hand. It was lucky for him that he was ambidextrous, or else the amputation would have been devastating.

That was two important limbs removed vengefully, by his own sister. His blood. The thought stabbed through his cold and angry heart. That his own flesh and blood could have done this to him. He still had sweet memories of all they had meant to each other. At one point, they were all the other had. It had taken a lot to push down those emotions and become almost clinical in his life. Yet, now his heart seemed to have thawed slightly and all those emotions were flooding out.

Takeshi looked past his missing limb to the far side of his opulent room. Which was a complete mess. The throw pillows that were once strategically placed had been thrown in a fit of rage, spilling the expensive goose down everywhere. The decorative, hand-painted, paper screen were shredded into pieces. And, his hand made weapons, that had been stolen and cobbled together when he was a mere boy, were strewn around the room. Abandoned without a care given to them.

Then there were the pictures and knickknacks that were usually out of the sight. Hidden in a wall safe, so that Takeshi didn't have to look at them every day. As they brought back painful memories. But today, The Day, he wanted to relive every painful memory. It was the one day a year when he allowed himself to feel the pain of betrayal and loss.

Only, this year it was much worse. Not only was he reliving some of his worst and best memories in a bittersweet cacophony, but he was also facing life without his right hand. And, though Stockman had produced wonders, he doubted what the bug man could do for his particular problem.

The large mutant let out a deep, depressive sigh, before turning over, attempting to sit up. The room span and the half empty bottle of expensive whiskey rolled away. He had overindulged last night, once he realised what the next day meant. Not that he hadn't been overindulging the last few weeks, as a very destructive way to deal with the loss of his hand.

He followed the path of the rolling bottle, as a way to focus his mind again, watching as it came to stop near some of his personal photos. It was one of those picture that caught his eye, forcing Takeshi to get up on very unsteady legs.

He let the light blankets slip off his bare, but light coloured furry chest and abdomen. This was the part of his body that contained the least, the thinnest and the lightest fur. He usually slept in little, as he could get too warm with such thick fur, so all he was wearing was the pair of boxer briefs that he had not bothered to remove last night. The other clothes had been torn from his body and he had thrown them into a heap by his futon, instead of neatly placing them into his laundry hamper. The only other item that he was wearing was a simple chain around his neck, holding a platinum ring that was large enough to fit one of his fingers.

He liked to take good care of his belongings, as a lot of them were either custom made or he had created them himself. He remembered having to watch as the Kraang took him through the basics of his ice and heat gun ammunition. They had started training him to be some kind of ground troop, as both his sister and himself had managed to survive the mutation process. They didn't seem to fear him, and were merely hoping to exploit him and his sister.

And, when they escaped and found safety in the circus, he remembered how his clothes and costumes had to be altered or custom made. Though almost everyone had been too afraid to come near him, so they had guessed his sizes. This meant that the clothes had not fit at all, and he had accidently flashed what was below his tail a few times, to his utter shame.

She was the one who had stepped up to him, at only seven years old and taken his measurements. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had willingly touched him. Her bright, icy blue eyes beckoning him into the railway car that served as the costume designers shop.

This was one of the first pictures that had been taken at the circus. He was only nine, and had been there for a year by the time She got a hold of the Ringmaster's camera. She had then demanded that Takeshi and his sister pose for the photo with her. It had taken her a good five minutes to pose the nine-year-old Takeshi and seven-year-old Ayako, She then spent another ten minutes trying to work the camera. Once she had figured out the timer, she ran up and jumped on his back. The resulting picture was three children, falling down onto the glitter covered ground, laughing. It was his favourite from their youth.

The mutant assassin dropped down, bottle back in hand, as he once again began to look through his collection of photographs. He wished he had the strength of will to put them away and be done with this mourning once and for all. But, he still gave in to the selfish indulgence. He needed to see his sister's smiling face and Her bright eyes, in a time that was simpler and happier.

Takeshi was so engrossed in his bottle and the pictures spread before him that he didn't notice the door being slid open. Or the metallic chime of robot legs hitting the floor. The fish mutant took in the sight before in complete shock. In the four years that he had known the great Tiger Claw, the deadliest assassin in all of Asia, he had never seen him in a state like this.

The tiger man was usually fastidious about his appearance. Even during training, he barely took off any of his clothing, and his fur was always in the best of condition. Today though, Xever could see that Tiger Claw's fur was matted in places, sticking up at the oddest angles. And, he was in a complete state of undress, with only a pair of underpants to hide his modesty. Plus, he was taking sizable gulps from a bottle of eighteen-year-old malt whiskey. Xever could see another bottle on the floor, though this one was empty. Then there were the plucked catnip plants, which they all knew the assassin indulged in occasionally.

Xever was about to announce his presence, fearing what the larger mutant's reaction would be to find him in his private quarters, when he caught sight of what Tiger Claw was looking at. There seemed to be photos spread out around where he sat on the floor.

He could see some of a younger Tiger Claw, looking jolly rather than serious. There were a few of another mutant. A fox by the looks of it, and obviously female, if the dresses were anything to go by. But, what caught Xever's eye was the pair of icy blue eyes that were staring up at him. They seemed to be something familiar about them, though he couldn't place it.

He bent down and picked one of the photos, that was a little off to the side of Tiger Claw. He couldn't resist letting out a chuckle as it seemed to show Tiger Claw in a state of inebriation, dancing, with what looked like a wild swirl of light chestnut hair.

"Well, what do we have here?" Xever said, amused by what he found, "Now, she looks like a wild cat, eh, amigo?"

What happened next happened too quickly for Xever to understand. As, the next moment, he was pinned against the wall, by the neck, by a metal capped forearm while a handful of claws dug into his neck and face.

Despite the dire situation that Xever now found himself in, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. It seemed the hardened killer, mutant cat did have a soft spot.

"Struck a nerve, did I?" Xever asked, feigning innocence. This was what made Xever good, finding weaknesses and exploiting them.

"Say one more thing and I will make sure that no one will ever find your body," Tiger Claw said, quietly and dangerously, not removing his claws from the pressure points on Xever.

"I didn't know that you had ever touched a woman," Xever said, cockily, looking Tiger Claw up and down. It was then that he noticed the large ring that was dangling from the chain around the larger mutants' neck.

"Tell me what you want and get out," Tiger Claw stated throwing Xever from the wall so that the fish mutant stumbled to the floor. He had seen that Xever had spotted the ring and he didn't want the thief pushing him on the topic.

"Mater Shredder wishes to see you," Xever said, calmly.

"I am unavailable. Now, leave!" Tiger Claw replied picking up his shirt and putting it on. He did not like to be in a state of undress around others. He also did not want the fishy thief to see the ring dangling from his neck. And, from the look his colleague was giving him, he knew that Xever was not going to leave without a fight.

"I don't think you understand, amigo. Master Shredder demands that you go to him, in whatever sorry state that you are in. And, I doubt you want to disappoint him. Even in his weakened state, he would cause great pain. Now, I suggest you get dressed, sober up and go Master Shredder," Xever said, picking himself off the floor and sauntering from the room.

Takeshi heaved a huge sigh of irritation. He wished he could take a shower, and freshen up some more, but when the Shredder demanded your presence you were expected to drop everything and grovel at his feet.

He really didn't want to deal with Shredder. The older man knew what this day was. He had come to Takeshi when his world had fallen apart and had seen what it had done to him. It was only through giving him a focus for his pain.

And it had helped, he could push those feelings of hurt and betrayal deep down, locking them away. It made him more ruthless, allowing him to fight harder and become stronger. He no longer had to look into those blue eyes, and feel guilt.

Yet, after a while, he began to feel trapped. Trapped in his hate and vengeance. And, with no good in his life all he had was his downward spiral, until all he had left was the Shredder and the Foot.

Once Takeshi had finished dressing, with very little care, he walked toward the Shredders rooms. He was the last one to enter, all the other lieutenants of the Foot were already present, standing around the Shredder's bed.

Normally, Tiger Claw would have kneeled before the Shredder, as the rest of his henchmen were doing. Today though, he barely inclined his head in a show of respect.

"You look terrible, Tiger Claw," the Shredder stated coldly once the tiger mutant had come closer.

It took more strength than Takeshi knew he had that day not to scoff at the statement. Since his last fight with Hamato Yoshi and the Turtles, the Shredder had been bedridden. It didn't help that he had taken an overdose of Stockman's mutagenic medicine, in hopes of increasing his strength. Which had had the opposite effect.

The Shredder had become weaker. His body unable to support the mutation. Most days he barely had the strength to lift his arms. So, the priority of the Foot and Baxter Stockman, was to stabilise their Master, maintain his hold on the city and find more mutagen for the mad scientist to work with. Which, was becoming increasingly difficult since the Kraang were no longer on Earth.

"I need you to go and retrieve more mutagen for Stockman," the Shredder said, looking towards his second in command, noting the state of his fur and clothes.

"Send Bradford and Xever," Tiger Claw stated, causing all eyes in the room to shift to his defiant form.

It was true that Tier Claw was the only one who ever contradicted the Shredder, but no one expected him to do so when the request was something that was needed to save their Master's life. But, Takeshi didn't care. All he wanted to do was to go back to his room and wallow in his memories.

"Leave us, now!" the Shredder commanded to the rest of the mutants and few remaining human foot ninjas.

The assembled mutants and humans got up, without saying a word to each other. Leaving just their bedridden Master, and his second in command staring each other down. Even once the door was closed neither alpha males moved.

"Do not tell me you have gotten yourself into the same sorry state as the one I found you in," the Shredder stated coldly. It was not a question and he required no answer. Everyone could smell the whiskey on Tiger Claw and saw that the mutant was still drunk.

As the question was not really a question, Takeshi did not answer, but merely looked towards the Shredder, defiantly. He was standing stock still, arms crossed, in front of the bed.

"You waste your energy mourning the loss of this woman," Shredder stated, just as coldly as before.

"Do you not mourn the loss of Tang Shen," Tiger Claw retorted.

"That is different," the Shredder said, eyes narrowing towards the younger man.

"Yes, she actually married me, while you just coveted another's wife," Tiger Claw spat back, in no mood to deal with anyone, let alone his employer.

If the Shredder had been able bodied then what Takeshi just said would have been the last sentence he would have uttered. Fortunately for him, Oruko Saki was in no condition to deal with insubordination. He had been relying on Tiger Claw for that.

"Do not use that tone with me, Tiger Claw! I could easily put you back in that booze infested hole that I found you in! Now, go!" the Shredder roared, causing those listening outside the door to stumble slightly.

It took every iota of will power that Takeshi possessed not to argue back. He merely swallowed his rage, bowed his head slightly and took his dismissal. The angry tiger man turned on his heel and stalked from the room. He threw the door open, knocking over several of his colleagues and stomped off down the corridor towards the garage.

"Bradford!" came the voice of Shredder from deep in the room, waking everyone up from their stupor.

"Yes, Master Shredder?" the skeletal, mutant wolf replied, kneeling deeply before his master's bed.

"Keep an eye on Tiger Claw, and report back to me on his behaviour, understand?" Shredder commanded.

"Yes, Master Shredder. Is there everything, uh, specific I should watch out for?" Rahzar asked, uncertainty lacing his voice.

"His loyalty is wavering. I must keep complete control over him. He is a powerful ally, but would be a dangerous enemy, if he were to turn on me," the Shredder replied.

"Yes, Master Shredder," Rahzar replied, bowing his head and standing up.

When all of his henchmen had left him alone, except for the ever-annoying buzzing presence of Stockman, Oruko Saki took stock of what he had. Yes, he had lost much, but he had lost much before. As long as he kept his control of those who are under his power, he can rebuild again.

Takeshi was already in the van when the other henchmen arrived. And, he was impatient to get going. Just as he was impatient to return to his room and his memories. He could almost block out the inane chatter of his subordinates as the journeyed towards the city.

"Ugh, why do we even need to be on Shredder patrol? The dude is half dead, bro, and now his mega hench-dude is armless. We ain't gonna find anything," Mikey complained, upside down again, on the ledge of the water tower.

They had split into two teams to comb the city, as they had done every night since the Shredder's disappearance. Leonardo had thought that was the best idea, as the Foot might, in their desperation, try to pick them off one by one. They had tried to do it before.

Leonardo was with Raphael and Michelangelo, while Donnie was with April and Casey. Whenever they had to split into teams it would always cause the young leader a headache. Having to make so many conflicting personalities work together was hard.

"Half dead is not fully dead, Mikey," Leo replied with a sigh. His younger brother had tried the same argument almost every night since they witnessed Tiger Claw's dismemberment.

"And, this is probably when they are at their most dangerous, 'cause they're desperate," Raphael added bluntly, his arms crossed over his plastron and his face neutral. He didn't take a genius to figure out that Shredder's hold was weakening on the city and would be desperately trying to claw back to power.

"Guys!" suddenly came Donnie's voice over their T-phone.

"What's up?" Leo asked, bringing the phone closer, so as to hear his brother more clearly.

"We have eyes on one fish and one pig mutant up on Bayfront Street," Donnie replied.

"There are more fish and pig mutant's in the city!" came Mikey's jubilant voice, thinking about the new friends that he could make.

"Uh, no, it's Fishface and Bebop," came the exasperated voice of Donatello over the phone.

"Scratch that, yo, I see Tiger Dude and Wolf Man too!" came Casey's voice as well.

"Hey man, they're called Tiger Claw and Rahzar! I spent ages coming up with those names, you should be using them!" Mikey said, pushing back into the conversation and causing Raphael to roll his eyes.

"One, you didn't name Tiger Claw. Two, you came up with Rahzar in under two seconds. And three, entirely not the point Mikey!" Donnie yelled over the phone.

"And is that really the point, D?" April's voice said. You could almost hear the roll of her eyes over the line.

"What, it's important to be accurate," Donnie said to April, but since the line was still open, everyone could hear what was being said.

"Guys, can we focus," Leo said, followed by a chorus of sorrys both over the phone line and in person, "Now, where exactly are you?"

"Near the meat packing place where we fought Tiger Claw and met Bishop. The morons are a few buildings down. We're keeping an eye on them, but I think they might have found another Kraang hideout," April said, she had obviously taken the phone from Donatello, annoyed by the argument.

"Yo man, you should totally see Tiger Claw, he looks like he just woke up from a three-day bender!" Casey said, amused.

"Seriously? Does he still only have one arm?" Mikey asked

"Did you think it would grow back?" asked Donnie incredulously.

"Enough! Keep eyes on, but don't engage. We'll be there as soon as we can," Leo said, hanging up the line.

"Um, I think that might be a little bit of a problem," April said, once the line had gone dead. She was looking just over Casey's shoulder, towards an empty ledge.

Donatello was just about to ask why, when he was suddenly hit by a laser, falling down hard on his left leg.

All three teens got into a defensive stance as Bebop suddenly materialised out of thin air. The high-tech thief had obviously been put on perimeter duty.

"Think you're gonna need your buddies sooner than that!" Bebop said, just as Rocksteady and Rahzar came over the ledge.

I hope you enjoyed that, please rate and review as it makes me very happy.

Also, I teach, and today one of my students ate another student's homework. So, that happened.

TFG