~ Pushes Raphael towards the technodrome, "Sorry Raph, you and Mikey got to switch places." I said. "What!?" Raphael flips me on his shoulder and carries me away. "I don't think so," Raphael says. "Sorry guys," I say, "I tried.

Michelangelo shook his head and stood up. The last thing he remembers is that he decided what he's going to do and then everything went black. Looking around, Michelangelo saw trees. Nothing but trees everywhere. Michelangelo saw some houses in the distance and started walking towards them. A sign on a pole caught his attention and Michelangelo stopped. It had a picture of Nancy on it.

"If you have any information on the disappearance of Nancy Summers please call 555-8871," Michelangelo read out loud. He took the poster then jumped behind bushes when he saw people. 'Wait a minute, Nancy said that we were famous here.' Stepping out, Michelangelo cautiously made his way up to a house and knocked. A woman opened the door and gave Michelangelo a weird look.

"Hey there," Michelangelo said. He held up Nancy's poster. "Do you know where her house is?" The lady pointed a few houses down then shut the door. Michelangelo went to Nancy's house and looked at it for a moment. It was a white house with green trim, one story. Green grass framed the front yard, with stepping-stones through it leading to the back gate. Nervously, Michelangelo went up and knocked. A woman, who could have passed as Shannon and Nancy's older sister, opened the door. She gasped when she saw him and put a hand over her heart.

"Your, your. . ." She couldn't complete the sentence.

"A mutant turtle," Michelangelo finished for her.

"I was going to say Michelangelo, but you're a man in a costume, right?" Michelangelo hoped that she wouldn't faint.

"Oh," Michelangelo said. "I know where your sister is." The woman smiled slightly.

"I'm her mother, Michelangelo," Mrs. Summers responded. "But thank you. Please come in and tell me what you know about Nancy." Michelangelo went into the front room and looked around in awe. There was a fireplace a couch set and a piano. The only other human dwelling he had seen was April's apartment.

They sat down on the couch and Michelangelo explained about how Nancy was kidnapped by Shredder, escaped and had been staying with them. He didn't mention Shannon, or their relationship. When he finished, Mrs. Summers took a breath.

"I have to admit Michelangelo, that if you were not here before me that it all would be very hard to believe." Mrs. Summers shook her head. "It's still hard to believe."

"I know it is Mrs. Summers, but now Shredder is mad that Nancy is siding with us instead of with him, so he kidnapped me and sent me here. What he hopes to accomplish by doing that, I have no idea," Michelangelo said. Mrs. Summers stood up.

"My husband will be home soon. Why don't you go wait in Nancy's room, while I try to talk to him about this?" Michelangelo nodded and let Mrs. Summers lead the way. They passed a spacious kitchen and into the hallway. Pictures of Nancy during various stages in her life framed the walls. At the end of the hall, Mrs. Summers opened the room on the left and let Michelangelo in.

Everything screamed Nancy at him. There was a daybed to the immediate right, a chest of dresser drawers to the left, next to the closet. Pictures were on the wall all over. There was one of him and his brothers, autographed. He smiled at that. A TV was set up in a corner along with some movies. Looking Michelangelo found the ones Nancy had told him about. He popped the first movie in and sat back.