Donatello began following Michelangelo around the table so that he could sit down and eat his scrambled eggs his younger brother had so graciously cooked up. He reached out and set the plate down on the wooden surface, but as he was turning around to grab a fork, he experienced a sudden bout of dizziness. Standing still for a moment, trying to regain his mind back, the edge of his vision darkened until he saw no more.

"Donny!" Mikey shouted, jumping up from his chair to try and catch his brother. He was too slow in his reaction, and Donatello hit the floor hard enough to convince everyone present that he wasn't faking it. Crouching down at his side, he looked up to where Leo was sitting, open-mouthed, and to where Splinter was running around the table to look over his son. "He's out," Michelangelo commented with a shrug. He didn't know what had caused such a thing, but he knew that Donatello was unconscious.

"He's worked himself too hard," Splinter reasoned, quickly checking to make sure that Donatello wasn't in any immediate danger.

"Should we carry him to his room so that he can sleep?" Leonardo suggested. He hadn't yet moved from his chair, but he knew that he should be concerned. "Taking a nap in the middle of the kitchen isn't—"

"What's goin' on in here?" Raph demanded, snatching up a plate of Mikey's eggs, unaware of Don's unconscious form on the ground. "Havin' a tea party down there?" Placing his plate on the table, he craned his neck to get a look at what Splinter and Michelangelo were crouched around. "Don?"

"Yes, my sons," Splinter said, ignoring Raphael and answering Leo's question. He let out a sigh, as if disappointed in Donatello. "We can do nothing about the past, so we shall adapt to the present. Raphael, help Michelangelo bring Donatello to his room."

Raphael walked slowly around the table, looking down at his younger brother. "Yes, Master." Kneeling down beside Don, he lifted an arm around his shoulders. Looking over to make sure Mikey was doing the same thing, he lifted Don with Mikey's help, supporting the unconscious turtle as best as he could. "Let's go."

The two teenagers maneuvered their way out of the kitchen, conscious of Donatello so as not to injure him further. They took a while to figure out how to get him up the stairs, but eventually worked it out and got him in his room. When they set him gently on top of his covers, Lila lifted her head from Don's pillow.

"What's wrong?" she demanded, padding over to sniff at her friend. She looked up at Raph and Mikey's face, aware that Raph could strike out at her, but masking her fear of him.

Raph grunted. "Genius stayed up all night an' konked out," he replied gruffly. "Had t' carry him up here so he can have his beauty sleep."

Lila frowned, as if she didn't think his explanation was good enough. "I assume that you believe you have better things to do?" She crouched down next to Donatello's bed so that the height different between her and the two turtles was even greater, but since Raphael hadn't yet struck out, she believed that she was safe.

"I have a breakfast to eat …" Mikey replied, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off in the direction of the door.

"Yeah," Raph grunted, crossing his arms. "Me, too."

"Then leave," Lila told them. She turned her gaze to her friend asleep on the bed. "I will watch over him and assure that he is fine."

"Dude, he just fell asleep," Michelangelo reminded her, taking a couple surreptitious steps away. "He's fine."

Lila glared at him for thinking such a thing. "When someone passes out, it is never a good thing."

Raphael waved at her, as if swatting her arguments aside. Turning, he pushed past Mikey and headed toward the door. "Whatever. I'm eatin'."

"Bye!" Mikey called, skipping after his brother. No one bothered to close the door behind themselves, so Lila was able to hear the conversation from Donatello's room, whether they knew it or not.

Raphael pulled out a chair from the kitchen table, a frown playing on his lips. "Ya sure that he's just exhausted, Master Splinter?" he inquired, shoving piles of egg around the plate. He ate a bite from his fork, slowly extracting the utensil while looking at the rat.

"Other possibilities could exist, but exhaustion is the most likely," Splinter assured him. He picked up his emptied plate from the table, grabbing Leonardo's on his way over to the sink. Setting them gently into the sink, he turned around to face his remaining sons. "How is our guest today?" The question was directed towards Raph and Mikey, but Michelangelo was too busy finishing up his eggs to notice that he was being talked to.

Raph gave a small shrug, eating another forkful of cooling eggs. "Lila?"

"She is not part of our family."

Setting the fork down, Raphael leaned back into his chair. "Eh, she went right up to Donny, tellin' us that it wasn't good Don passed out."

Mikey looked up at that time, a few chunks of cooked egg stuck to his chin. Nodding, he swallowed his mouthful and added, "Yeah."

Leonardo stood up from his chair, pushing it gently back into its home. "Isn't she hungry?" he inquired. "I don't think she's eaten anything sustaining today or yesterday."

Splinter stroked the fur on his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. "I will send her down here to eat while I watch over Donatello." He stared sternly at each of the turtles, Leonardo included. "You will tend to her if she is hungry." That being said, he turned around and moved toward the stairs.

Pushing his empty plate away from him and towards the middle of the table, Michelangelo leaned against his hand, still sitting down. "And I thought we'd do something fun today," he commented, his voice bordering on a whine.

Leonardo tossed him a look. "And I thought you could make any situation fun."

"Or annoyin'," Raphael added, as if he didn't want to be left out from the conversation.

"Yeah, 'cause it's so fun when one of my brothers can't remember sensei or Donny," Mikey shot back, a pout on his face. "Dude, it's not the same around here."

Leo threw his hands up in the air, frustration beginning to show through the mask he had erected. "Mikey, it's not exactly fun when I know that I should know and love Splinter and Donny. And every time I try to get close to Donny, he's pushed me away like he doesn't want to get to know me."

Raph snorted softly. Michelangelo picked his head up from his hand and sighed. "Why do you think you forgot Donny and Splinter, but not me and Raph?"

Silence filled the kitchen for a long moment. "I don't know, Mike," Leo eventually replied.

"Ya think you'd rather forget me," Raph mused without much humor. "At least ya got along with Don."

"I did?" Leo asked, his voice betraying the amount of surprise he felt at such a comment. "It sure doesn't look that way now."

"He's removed himself from everyone," a female voice cut in, causing Mikey to jump. "His motives are sincere, but he's expressing his concern in peculiar ways." Her eyes were directly on Leonardo. "He cares for you, but he's also afraid of you because you lost your memory. Thinking about it, it is not so irrational."

Another thick silence hung over the four mutants in the room. "So … uh … you hungry?" Michelangelo asked Lila, getting up from his chair.

A smile twitched at the corner of Lila's mouth. "I'm used to going long periods of time without eating, since food was not always plentiful where I came from, but I am beginning to feel the iron jaws of hunger gnawing at my stomach."

Raphael narrowed his eyes. "What's that?"

Turning her face to his, Lila's ghost of a smile widened into something genuine. "That was a yes."

"Might want t' speak English," Raph grunted, heading for the exit.

"My English is more perfect than yours," Lila taunted, feeling a little childish for saying such words. Once Raphael's shell disappeared behind a couch, she looked back at Mikey and Leo.

Michelangelo moved to the refrigerator, shuffling through some of the items inside. "So what do you like to eat? I think I have some eggs left."

"Eggs?" Lila's clueless expression led Leonardo to believe that she had never heard of such a thing.

"Try and Mike," he suggested.

"Okay …" Mikey shoved another few items aside. "Do you drink milk? Juice? Pop?"

"Milk is for kits," Lila explained, as if it was obvious. "Water is fine for me. I don't find tea that appetizing."

Mikey glanced over his shoulder at Leo, his eyes wide. Straightening up, he extended his look to Lila. "What do you eat?"

Lila shrugged, getting comfortable on the floor. Wrapping her tail neatly around herself, she tucked her hands in front of her, much like a household cat would do. "Whatever is around."

"Dude," Mikey said flatly, "that doesn't help."

"You're a lot like a cat, right?" Leo asked. He didn't feel like his inquiry was too stupid until Lila shot him a look that questioned his intelligence. "I mean, you eat a lot of meat?"

Lila nodded. "Yes."

Michelangelo's face brightened at the new information. Turning back to the fridge, he pulled open a drawer. "We have leftover pizza with pepperoni and sausage toppings."

"Mikey," Leo interjected, grabbing his brother's attention. "Don't think of her as a human, but as a cat. What would cats eat?"

Mikey's mouth made a perfect o at his realization. "Oh," he voiced, a few seconds late. "Chicken?" he offered Lila, holding up a plastic bag. A confused look was his answer. "Alright, this is what we have," he eventually sighed, giving up. Taking more plastic containers out of the drawer, he lined them up on the table and opened them up. "Smell what you like."

Lila uncurled herself, padding over to the table and leaning heavily on the wood, sniffing intently at the boxes. Leo watched with amusement written over his face, while Mikey watched with wonder. After a minute of decision, Lila decided on eating all of the ham slices. Telling the turtles that the small amount was enough, Leo and Mikey closed up the remaining containers and stuck them back into the refrigerator.

The three of them began to walk out of the kitchen together, silent without a topic to talk over, and headed toward Raphael, sitting at the televisions. Before they got far, Lila picked up Splinter's exclamation. Twitching her ear in the direction of Donatello's room, she verbally stopped the turtles from moving onward. "Donatello's awake."

Michelangelo shot off to make it to Don, while Leo advanced more slowly. Raphael, having heard Lila over the volume of the television, twisted around on the couch before making his own way to the room. Smiling to herself at the family bond still there, Lila made her way up the stairs, but stayed on the ledge until Donatello had had time with his family.

Before Mikey could launch across the room to tackle Don into a hug, Splinter held out his walking stick, blocking his way. Leo and Raph crowded in the doorway behind Mikey, twisting to get a peek at the groggy Don.

"My son," Splinter began, grabbing Don's attention. "How are you feeling?"

"Like my head's going to split open," he mumbled, his eyes narrowing into pained slits. "I think it's going away a little, though."

Lowering his stick, Splinter expected that Mikey would approach Don much more slowly with the information hanging in the air, but had turned out to be incorrect. Gathering a lot of speed in a short distance, he leaped on the bed and gave Don a hug, despite the horizontal angle. "Donny!" he shouted gleefully.

Donatello didn't respond. When Mikey eventually pulled away, he stared up at his face, his brows pulled downwards. "Sorry?"

"You Donny, me Mikey," Michelangelo replied, adding a little more of a grunt to his voice. "Are you still asleep or something, dude?" Raphael and Leonardo walked up to beside Don's bed.

"I don't …" Don's eyes suddenly flew open widely. "Oh no!" Glancing fretfully at Leo, his face grew fearful. "I don't remember him…."