Chapter 3

I sat on the bed with red covers and two pillows, each in a different pillowcase. One of the pillows was in a black pillowcase that had a pattern on it in white. The other was bright pink, with purple hearts on it. The pink one was under the black one.

The turtles had introduced their brothers and father to me not long after I had first woken up. They had all agreed that this room, for some reason, might help me get my memory back.

"I've been here before. I've definitely been here before. I know that much." I said to the orange masked turtle who sat next to me. His name was Michelangelo, but they called him Mikey. He had big blue eyes and cute little freckles. He was really nice to me.

"Do you... Remember anything?" Mikey asked. I shook my head sadly.

I hated to disappoint the turtle. He acted like we had once been friends. Maybe we were. Maybe he was my close friend. Maybe they were all my friends. Maybe one of them was more than a friend...

I closed my eyes, trying to focus. The large rat they had introduced as their father had recommended that I try to meditate to clear my mind. He thought it was possible that I could regain my memory that way.

I opened my eyes again, sighing, disappointed, upset, and scared. I wished I could remember something more than just fleeting little feelings of familiarity. I tried remembering the attack, but all I could bring up was an image of a needle with a blue liquid being pushed into my arm and a cry of "Booyakasha!"

I knew now that Mikey had been the one to shout booyakasha. The turtles had come to my rescue, so I was sure they couldn't be my enemies.

"Hey, do you remember your name?" The purple-masked turtle, Donnie, walked into the room.

I thought really hard. "M... Mi... It-it starts with an M, I'm sure of that..." I sighed.

"Then... We just call her M?" Mikey asked Donnie."

Donnie shrugged. "Might as well. At least she remembers part of it. And you've admitted that the lair feels really familiar to you, so I'm pretty sure you'll have your memory back in no time. There are people who have forgotten absolutely everything. Some of them attack everybody for safety's sake. Others throw caution to the wind and are friendly to everybody. But you've got at least enough of your memories that you could protect yourself if you had to." Donnie babbled.

I smiled. "Something's better than nothing, right?"

Both turtles suddenly had shocked faces. Mikey grinned broadly.

"What? What did I say, what did I do?" I asked, looking from one to the other.

"Well, it's just... You always used to say that. Something's better than nothing." Donnie explained.

I grinned. "I just hope that something turns into everything soon."

"Yeah, me too." Mikey nodded in agreement.

"Hey... Why don't you guys just tell me who I am? You obviously know." I asked.

Donnie sighed, sitting on my other side on the bed. "Because if we just tell you, the shock of it could put you in... You could get hurt."

"Could put me in... In what?" I asked.

"I'm not going to use the whole term, because you two are both going to give me blank stares, and I'm gonna have to dumb it down to Mikey level, anyway." He replied.

Mikey shrugged. "He's not wrong."

I smiled. I liked these guys. I hoped I was their ally, whoever I was.