Splinter had gathered his three sons in the living room so that they could try to make some sense of what they had found. He really was not certain what would be the best course of action at this point; but waking the stranger without first considering the situation would probably not be wise. She would be safe enough sleeping a while more; and Michaelangelo was not likely to wake soon.

Raphael had offered his opinion, "She's a werewolf," and then lapsed into an uncharacteristic quiet. He had stared at her long enough to realize the significance of the bandage on her leg. At this point, his main concern was whether or not she would remember all the things he had said about her yesterday. He hoped not. She was hot.

Donatello flat-out refused to accept the possibility that the woman and wolf were one. "Lycanthropy isn't real! Werewolves are just myths, movie monsters! There has to be a logical explanation!"

"Occam's razor, my son." Splinter spoke up, "Which explanation is simplest? On the night of a full moon, a nude young woman wanders into the sewers. She finds her way to our home. She figures out how to get in; does so without waking any of us, and decides to sleep on Michaelangelo's bed. The animal we took in last night disappears, and the bandage wrapped around its leg somehow ends up on hers. Or, could it be that the wolf whom we took in last night changed shape, and is now a human?"

Leonardo chimed in, "Admittedly, neither explanation seems terribly logical; but then, the whole situation is strange! I think we'll just have to wait until she wakes up and ask her."

"Speaking of waking up, I'm afraid that it may not be possible to wake either her or Michaelangelo without awakening the other. She may not be surprised by the situation, but he certainly will be. It would be nice if we could acquaint him with the situation before waking her." Splinter turned towards Raphael. "Do you think that we would be able to wake your brother quietly?"

Lost in thought, Raphael did not hear his sensei's question.

"Raphael!"

He started guiltily and looked towards Splinter. "Yes Sensei?"

"I am concerned about how your brother will react to his bedmate. Do you think that we could wake him quietly?"

Raphael snorted. "Not likely. I usually have to dump him on the floor to make sure he's awake. Anything less and he goes right back to dreaming."



Blissfully unaware of the discussion in the living room, Michaelangelo smiled and blinked. He was having such a great dream! Somehow he knew that he was nearly awake; but he was still dreaming and he was going to make this one last. The woman in his embrace had black hair now. Funny how dreams change details like that so suddenly. He pulled her closer and nuzzled the back of her head. Mmmm…She even smelled good! These dreams were getting more and more realistic!

He moved his hand a little higher up her body and began sliding it over her breasts. They were so silky and warm; he could even feel her nipples hardening under his touch. Oh yeah. She made a little noise and moved slightly in his arms.

Done exploring her breasts he moved his hand down her body. It came to a little indentation. What is it? He moved his finger around and gave it an experimental poke. The woman gasped and let out a yell of shock, tearing from his grasp.

Michaelangelo's eyes flew open. That wasn't supposed to happen! He sat up and found himself staring into the blue eyes of a black haired young woman. She looked as shocked as he felt. His eyes widened as he looked downwards, she was naked!

Seeing the movement of his eyes, she snatched up the blankets and held them against her body. He looked back towards her face. Her eyes were pointed downwards and her mouth was agape. As she let out a tiny squeak he realized what it was that she was staring at.

He grabbed his pillow and stuffed it over his lap just as the door flew open.