Well...I hadn't intended to continue this but after reading everyone reviews , as well as their guesses, I felt that I should. I realized that I was a bit cryptic in my first chapter, intentionally so, but still.

I dropped more hints in this...although I still don't come right out and say it. Its kind of a challenge to write from one of the turtles perspectives when that turtle doesn't even know who he is.

When he wakes up his head is pounding and his vision is blurry; two things that usually acompany his trip to the other room. Had they taken him while he was sleeping? No...they would have woken him up, they always did for questioning, and even so he doubted he could sleep through thier rough treatment. A scary thought entered his mind as he wondered if he'd simply forgotten the trip, just as he had forgotten so many other things. He couldn't be sure...and it scared him.

He thinks back to when he woke up in this room, not knowing where he was, why he was hurt or chained, but still knowing his name. He'd remembered his name. He was sure he'd found comfort in that, repeated the name to himself before he went to sleep, through the long lonely hours of isolation, and physical torture. 'What is your name?' they would ask him, and he'd have an answer; his only answer. He'd still been someone back then, he'd still had something to hold on to... but then suddenly... it was gone. His name was gone. He tried so hard to think of it, but it never came back to him. He felt empty and frightened with having lost the only part of himself he'd had left. When they asked him during the next session, he hesitated, trying...trying so hard to find the answer.

'What is your name?'

He'd been frantic, eyes darting every which way as if the answers would be written on the walls, or on the faces of the nameless humans watching his interrogation.

'M-my name...I..it's...I'm..'

Where had it gone? Where had all of it gone?

'What. Is. Your. Name?'

'I... I don't know.'

God, how it tore at his heart to admit such a thing, the words themselves had been pained. The people around whispered amongst themselves as if it were a revelation, scribbling notes excitedly; they took pleasure from his pain and loss.

The man that had been questioning him stepped forward.

'You don't remember?' The man asked, as if clarifying, eyes hidden behind glasses.

'I forgot.' he admitted, feeling ashamed and foolish.

The man smiled; a cold, calculated smile, that seemed almost familiar to the turtle -although he was sure he'd never seen him smile before. The man looked pleased, as if he'd matched wits with the best of them and came out the victor.

The pulsing in his head brought him back to the present...it was so easy to get lost within the only memories he did have, no matter how unpleasant they were. His vision was still unfocused, and he kept his eyes closed for a moment to try and ward of the bout of nausea that was starting to overcome him. Had they really taken him back to the room? He didn't want to believe that he could have forgotten something that may have just taken place but...but he'd forgotten everything else, hadn't he? He'd forgotten his own name.

the man smiled down at him knowingly.

'Not so smart after all, are you?'

He felt sick.

He tried to take deep breathes, but the aching in his ribs and the muzzle around his face were hindering his efforts. Were his ribs broken? No...it wasn't that bad. Cracked, maybe...definitely bruised. He was pretty sure of his assessment, but wondered almost immediately how he would know such a thing.

He wished they would just leave the muzzle off, it served no real purpose other than to cause him discomfort. They didn't want to hear his voice unless he was answering their questions...questions that he was sure were nearly the same everyday...and ones he rarely had answers for. Whenever he had tried asking his own questions he was either ignored or punished.

If only he could remember his name. Somehow he felt that if he could...if he could just remember that one thing...than everything else would fall into place. Why couldn't he remember!

'You didn't forget, you know.' the man stated, his tone superior. 'You never had a name at all.'

He shook the memory of the mans words from his mind, knowing it had been a lie. He forced open his eyes, taking in the room around him before settling on the door expectantly. He wasn't sure why he was staring at it...but something in him stirred hopefully even as his head continued to throb.

Was he...waiting for someone?

OKay...now how was that? sad that he's already forgotten that someone was coming for him? I think so.

So..whats the verdict? Anyone gonna change their guess?