"I am proud you took care of your brother today, Raphael." Splinter and three of his sons stood near the bridge that went over the indoor pool type thing that lay in the middle of their abode. Mikey was asleep on the couch. "You may all take turns watching out for him."

"Yes, Sensei." They all agreed.

"It is time for bed. Raphael, show Michelangelo to his room." Raph walked over to Mikey while Leonardo and Splinter spoke to Don. "Have you found anything to Michelangelo's situation, Donatello?"

"As you said. Basically time."

"Basically?" Leo crossed his arms.

"There might be the probability of him never regaining his memory." Don's head sort of lowered when he said that.

"How much is this probability?" Splinter furrowed his brows.

"One in two."

Leo raised his voice unintentionally. "50%?!"

"In most cases that probability is lower but because this type of unusual standard it raises the bar half way. I'm sorry."

"You do not have to be sorry, Donatello. We shall think of a way. Now, I will see you all in the morning." Leo and Don did as told and left. Splinter pondered this more with a look of puzzlement. He may not even be able to get sleep that night.


Raph had gone over to the couch to take Mikey to his room. He placed his hands on Mikey's shoulders and shook him. "Get up. This isn't were ya sleep."

"Eh?" Mikey rubbed his eyes and looked at Raph. "No." He turned away.

"You could go ta sleep in your room." Raph grabbed his shell and pulled him off the couch.

Mikey stood up. "Que?!" Raph pointed to a room. "Mi quarto?"

"Yeah. Your room. Get up there."

"Alla arriba? Como?" He looked around for a way up.

"Jump up, climb up, use one of Don's contraptions. No don't. Use the ladder. Sheesh."

Mikey climbs up and steps over to his room. Junk and stuff everywhere. Was this really his room?

"Que susio." He sees how messy it is before finding his elevated bed. It wasn't a bunk bed. Why did it have to be up? Probably to get away from all the stuff on the floor. There was no ladder. Great.


He got aboard after a while, having trouble accommodating. One thing, he couldn't sleep on his back. Not many people would but they do tend to roll over that way. Okay, so sleeping facing down was good. Sleep was right there. He could almost taste it. Maybe he should've brushed his teeth? Nah, to tired to. He hadn't even bothered to take off his pads and mask.

Din, din, din, din, poit.

His eyes flew open. What was that?

Huuummmmmm.... Sloosh. Din, din, din, din, poit.

Even better. Noises. Those noises weren't evident during the daytime. The commotion didn't let it. But that's all they were, noises. He breathed. He had been holding his breath? He wasn't a little kid. Atleast he didn't think so. He shouldn't be scared. What was there to be scared of?

Din, din, din, din, poit. Huuummmmmmm.... Squeeeaaak. Squeee...

Ok! No more. He tumbled out of his bed and fell. Yeah, five-foot drop. Ouch. He made his way out the room, but not before tripping over leftover pizza, walking over the bedroom beside his, which belonged to...

Leo slept oddly peaceful on his futon bed, even after the events of that day, on the floor. Who knows what he was dreaming about? He smiled every once in a while though. He finally awoke after his conscious met his subconscious of a presence being in his room. He looked around and saw Mikey staring at him who'd probably been there for how long? Hopefully that wouldn't be a new hobby of his.

"...Mikey?? What are you doing here? You should be sleeping. You know, like you were on the couch?"

Mikey had no clue who this was because it still would've been to dark to see if he have had his mask on. All he knew was that he wasn't going back to that room or alone.

"Are you afraid of something?"

He nodded and tried his best to copy the noises he'd heard. "Puot, blin, blin, blin, blin."

"Oh, yeah. You wouldn't know what that was. Fine. You may sleep here." Leo yawned. "Only tonight." He scooted over.

Mikey bundled in under the sheets beside him. "Buenas noches."

"Yes, good night."


20 minutes later and he still hadn't managed to fall asleep. Leo's snoring broke wind and woke up the ants and all the other creatures that lived underground. The noises didn't seem to be much of a threat anymore. He would probably rather risk them than this. As soon as he got up he heard them again.

Din, din, din, poit.

Ok, maybe not. He laid back down slowly and covered his head with a pillow. Suffocating seemed a better option.


Six in the morning Splinter is up and on the second level and checking upon his sons mostly Michelangelo. His steps are slow and quiet pacing his way by the rooms. Sleep did not come easy for him whatsoever. He had to meditate several minutes before lifting some of the stress there. His sons were in bed sleeping till he got to Mikey's room. Splinter froze and his grasp on his walking stick loosened as it fell to the floor. Michelangelo had not been in his bed and the room was clean.

Splinter stirred as he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He first knelt down to get his stick and then went to go check it out. He knew it was Mikey as he got closer because of the not understandable singing and clinging of spoon and pots.

"Suavemente, besame. Yo quiero sentir tus lavios, besando me otra ves. Suave!" Mikey sang and danced to some salsa music coming from a radio he must've found in his room. Splinter watched smiling. It was unusual for anybody to get up before himself. Mikey stopped when the song finished and saw Splinter.

"Buenos dias." Mikey cheerfully said good morning which could also mean good day.

"Ah... yes." Splinter was at loss of words.

Mikey put the volume up when The Conga song came on. "Quieres bailar?" He danced around a bit.

"No. I do not dance."

"Bien. Tienes hambre?" Mikey points to a pot on the stove asking if he's hungry. Splinter nods as he sits down. Mikey serves him and puts it on the table. It was a white thick substance like a combination of oatmeal and cornflower. Its smell was sweet and milky as the vapor let off of it swirling little crystals of heat till it vanished.

"Es farina. Cuidado, es caliente." Splinter failed to notice how hot it really was till he felt irritation in on his tongue. Mikey handed him a cup to drink, green tea and milk. He really didn't drink tea cold or with anything added to it. It was sugary, in a good way, he was able to tasted it as it cooled off his mouth.

Mikey tried to sing along but ended up mumbling what he didn't know and saying he didn't know. "...no se... eh... Conga! ...blah, blah, blah... Conga!

"How did you know I liked tea or if I would like this type?" Splinter put his cup down.

Mikey shrugged. "No se." Then he went back to dancing. "Conga!" Splinter smiles and continues to drink his tea.


I knew he liked tea. I don't know how but I did. I also knew I must've been remembering. I even remember what happened when I started remembering things when I didn't remember. Whoa. What? Well I didn't want to tell the guys that I began remembering after the way they began to treat me all special like they should, because I am special. It only began the next day when I remembered Master Splinter liked tea. About all that food, cooking shows, lots and lots of cooking shows, the food always looked so good.


"Ah, hot!" Don ran over to the sink and spit out what was in his mouth before turning on the faucet to wash it off. It was nine o' clock now. Leo stared at his food.

"Maybe re-heating it wasn't such a good idea." Leo watched till his stopped bubbling, then saw Raph eating his own just fine. "Want to trade porridge?"

"This ain't porridge. It's like old lumpy vanilla ice cream."

Leo's face turned sour. "I don't think I'm hungry anymore."

Raph grinned. "More for me."

"Hey. You lied." Leo stopped Raph from dragging his plate any further from him.

"All for the expense of eating." Raph looked over to Donatello's bowl. "Don, you gonna eat yours?"

"Once my tongue isn't swollen anymore and I figure out how to cool that off." Don walked back over to the table and saw Raph's food had liquid in it. "No wonder. You cooled yours down by putting milk in it."

"So what if I'm smart?"

Mikey walks in the kitchen to see Raph eating away and Don's walking over to the fridge to get milk.

"Te dijo que leche lo ase mas bien." Mikey got a bagel.

Don placed the Milk on the table. "Raph, Mikey told you to put milk in there. The only smart thing that came from you out of it is that you actually listened."

"Mikey, you should learn to keep your big mouth shut!"

Mikey put a hand to his ear pretending he didn't hear him. "Que?"

"Callate la boca!" Raph spat back.

"Raph, you mastered shut your mouth. Impressive." Don poured milk into his bowl.

"What's more impressive is that it's the only thing I need to know too."


Mikey sat at the side of the pool thing they have in the middle of lair sloshing his feet around in the water. Leo walked out of the kitchen.

"Come, Mikey. You're with me today." Mikey walked over to Leo.

"Que es tu nombre?"

"Number? Why would you ask about numbers? Or where you asking my name? Anyway, it's Leonardo. Remember that."

Mikey shrugged. Like he would really. "Donde esta el bano?"

Leo scratched his head. "What's a bano?" (bah-nee-oh)

"...La toilet?"

"Toilet? Oh, the bathroom? Over there."

Mikey strolled over to it only to come back right after. He looked confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Yo no se a como." Mikey rubbed his neck looking off to a side.

"No. I'm not helping you. You're on your own. Figure it out."


"I decided we start with a warm up before trying to remind you to do anything extreme." They moved over to the small ramp they made when they first got this new lair and Mikey still had his memory. It had a pair roller blades, a bike, a scooter, and a skateboard. "Do you know which one of these are yours?" Mikey looked over the assortment of stuff and found the blades interesting so he picked them up.

"Not really. Those are Raphael's." Leo pointed to the skateboard. "That's yours." Mikey put down the blades and grabbed the board. He put it on the floor and balances himself on it. Trying to move was weird. He puts one foot down to push off but forgets to put it back up and slips backwards.

"Tortuga abaho!" He rocked trying to get back up.

"Maybe we should try something different." Leo lent him hand, and he got up.

"Where are your nunchaku?" Mikey was puzzled. "Your nunchuks? The things you swing around? What was in your belt yesterday?"

"Oh. Esta en mi quarto." Mikey points to his room.

"Go get them." Mikey goes over to the ladder and begins climbing. Leo rolls his eyes and uses a running start to leap to the second floor. Mikey finally gets up and sees Leo there.

"A como??"

"Nevermind how I did it. Get your things." Leo goes over to Mikey's bedroom door and peers in. "Whoa. It's clean." Mikey frowned. It wasn't ever clean before? He grabs his nunchaku off the table and sticks them in his belt.

"Alright. Instead of taking the ladder down just jump off." Leo points to the ladder and shakes his head no. He then points to the floor.

"Que?" He looks at Leo wondering if he's a bit crazy up there.

"Look. Like this." Leonardo pounces off the ledge soaring through the air gracefully, landing stealthily and quietly upon the ground.

"Tu eres loco! Yo no voy a hacer eso!"

"Yeah you are. Even if I have to push you off you still will."

Panicked, Mikey races over to the ladder as well as Leo who makes it there first. Leo climbs up and blocks the ladder. "No cheating." With no real place to go, Mikey just stands there.

"You're gonna jump." Leo slowly gets closer to him.

Somehow he knew Leo was serious about this. So if he had to jump off, he'll jump off, his own way. Mikey walks back into his bedroom as far possible till his shell hits the wall. He drops his nunchuks on the floor not wanting to loose them. Leo watches him from the door.

"What are you up to? The whole point of coming up here in the first place was to get them."

Mikey begins running and floor space he's on becomes lesser. He zips by Leo and dashes of the corner of the second floor ripping through the air scared of what the end result might be if he estimated wrong, but scared more of what Leo might've done if he hadn't. Feet first he slices through the water of the pool thing, smiling as he swam back up. Leo waited at the edge of it till Mikey came afloat.

"And you call me crazy?! You know how dangerous that was?!" Mikey just paddled around grinning in the middle, under the shadow of the bridge. Leo couldn't get to him unless he wanted to get wet and swim.

"You know how to swim. That doesn't come out of anywhere. You have to remember it because you were taught it, otherwise you'd be drowning. Are you listening?!"

Mikey liked this. He felt light swimming about. The water was sort of on the cool side but he didn't mind.

"Why not? It's a form of exercise." Leo took off his katanas and placed them by the couch. He came back and sat over by the water. The water was ok compared to other days when just touching it could lead to frostbite. He slowly inhaled and sunk below, crisp water surrounding him. He had a slow powerful stroke propelling him forward breaking through it smoothly and swiftly like a true sea turtle that he wasn't.

Mikey was getting that panicky feeling again. Leo had been below for 40 seconds now. Something grabbed his feet and he was pulled to a world of blue. Mikey saw bubbles, then Leo, then Leo's feet as he went up for air. Mikey followed and splashed him for doing that.

To be continued...

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind spanish words are pronounced differently then read. Just a warning for I dunno what...