Jack scooted off of Raphael's lap and leaned forward. She dropped the bits of photograph onto the coffee table and started to turn them all right side up. "I didn't always live in Atlanta." She said quietly. "I was born in a small town south of the city, three years after my big brothers Anthony and Adam." Her fingers started to push the pieces back into order to form the picture once more. "Things were pretty normal as a kid I guess, until we started to realize that Adam was a little different. My parents spent a lot of time with me because I struggled with school, Anthony was smart, but nothing outrageous, Adam though…" She hesitated as her fingers landed on a piece of paper with one of the boy's faces on it. "Adam was too smart for his own good. He'd read through entire text books in a week and by the first month of school he'd know the entire years curriculum. His teacher's didn't know what to do with him. They tried to advance him through the grades but he just did the same, nothing was challenging enough, he got bored, he'd talk back, he wouldn't do the assigned work and would do his own thing. Think Einstein and Hawking combined probably combined with Donnie too."

Raph just sat there listening. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard footsteps behind him. Mikey and Leo were quietly making their way over, Jack hadn't noticed.

"Adam got so frustrated with our parents and teachers he dropped out of school and disappeared. I had just started high school. He'd show up now and again, but he'd be strung out, babbling about some new experiment he'd come up with. He said that the drugs helped him think, he could process more, do more… I don't know, it never made sense to me." She slid the last piece of the picture into place. "I was a sophomore in high school when Adam came home one night while we were all asleep. I heard some strange sounds and woke up to find Adam in our parents room standing there with a knife in his hand, covered in blood, my parents were on the floor cut open like livestock."

Reaching over Raph wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry…"

She shook her head. "I… I wasn't doing so well after that. The police couldn't actually prove that Adam did it and I was too unstable to base it off my testimony." Jack sighed. "Anthony moved us to the city and legally changed our last name to try and hide from Adam. I started seeing a therapist so I wasn't scared of the last relative I could actually trust, Anthony. He told me to use Journals to help get my ideas and feelings down. But since Anthony worked so hard to help us afford a therapist I couldn't really spend extra time getting help studying at school. Anthony and I tried to live our lives quietly so Adam wouldn't find us… I still have no idea why he killed our parents or what he's done since. I've done everything I could to avoid him."

"Well I don't think you can avoid him any longer."

She jumped a bit at the sound of Leo's voice but turned and looked up at him.

The turtle stood behind the sofa looking down at her with Mikey beside him. "Your brother is working with Xanus. If he is as smart as you say he is, we could be in some serious trouble."

"Do you have any idea what he might be doing with Xanus?" Mikey leaned on the sofa and asked her.

She shook her head. "He's always been fascinated by creepy things. He killed the neighbor's dog once just to dissect it to see how it worked. If he gets to play with the mutagen I can only imagine what he is planning on doing."

Raph kissed her temple. "I'm sorry we had to bring all this up." He whispered in her ear.

She nodded slowly.

"We need to get the training room set up, get back into an official regimen." Leo declared. "We need to figure out what they are doing and be prepared. With Adam and Old Hob suddenly showing up I have a fear that things are about to get really messy."

Raph nodded. "I'd like to figure out what freaked out Ant so much."

"He's still passed out in Donnie's room." Mikey told them.

Nodding, Raph carefully got to his feet after letting go of Jack. "I'm going to make you something to eat." His hand lingered on her shoulder before he got to his feet and went to the kitchen.

Jack just sat there staring at the fragmented picture before her for a long moment before getting to her feet. Without a word she walked over to the meditation room. It was much more spacious than the room in the previous home in the sewer. Still not set up thought. The floor was at least covered with Tatami and silenced her steps like it should. Crossing the room to the low table against the far wall, Jack opened the small box left in there. She pulled out the canister of incense and burner, followed by the rice paper scrolls that held Yoshi Hamato's name and Master Splinter's image. The woman hung the scrolls up on the wall before she knelt down at the table. After lighting the incense and placing it in the burner she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

The door behind her opened up briefly as someone stepped inside and then knelt down beside her. She didn't open up her eyes as she was joined in thought. A few long moments in mutual silence passed before the turtle at her side spoke.

"I'm sorry if I caused some sort of rift between you and Raphael." Leo said quietly. "He had nothing to do with going through your things. That was all on me so please don't take it out on him."

Jack looked up at him, the eyes meeting and giving her the odd chance to look at her own eye for a moment. "I won't. I should apologize for overreacting really. I just…"

"It's a rough subject." His hand landed on her shoulder. "We understand that. But we are your family so you should feel okay talking to us about this stuff."

She snorted.

He held his hands up. "Yeah okay, we are all kind of thick headed. We all need to work on it. But you get my point."

"Yeah I get your point." She wrapped an arm around Leo's and gave him a small hug.

He smiled slightly. "Your food is ready." He gestured with his head. "Go eat."

Jacquelyn got to her feet and left, making her way out to where Raphael had a plate of food already set up for her. As soon as she entered the room, Raph was on his feet, looking at her nervously.

She took his hand for a moment. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just needed a minute." After a quick kiss on the cheek, she took a seat and grabbed the plate he made her before digging in.

Antonello's eyes slowly blinked open. It was dark, there was a gentle snoring coming from across the room. Rubbing his face, the turtle got to his feet and looked around. He was still in Donatello's room. Crossing the room, Ant stood beside Donnie who had fallen asleep at his desk slumped over his new prosthetic. The young turtle's head cocked to the side. His brother sleeping there just looked so… vulnerable. Weak. Ant reached out a hand slowly. He blinked and shook his head.

"What…." His hand was just about to grab Donnie's neck. Ant took a step back, a bit shocked by his own actions. He shook his head a bit harder this time and turned to leave the room. I must be sleep walking or something… he thought to himself.

He headed to the kitchen. His stomach was growling so food seemed like a smart idea. But the turtle never made it to the kitchen. His feet changed direction in the hall and he went to his bedroom instead. His good hand wrapped around the haft of his ono and then he silently carried the weapon out to the main part of the warehouse. He stood in the living room looking around for a long moment. His eyes shifted up to Raphael and Jack's room where he could hear their movement at the late hour. They were at it again. But sneaking up there would be difficult. So his gaze went back to the first floor bedrooms. Mikey and Leo. He moved to the first door.

Slowly twisting the door knob he slipped inside the dark room and found Mikey sprawled out on his bed, his blankets strewn across the floor. In the dark, Antonello slid across the floor and loomed over his brother's form. Hefting his axe overhead, he swung the weapon down at his brother's throat.

Just before it made contact, Ant let out a startled cry, his arm jerked back and the ono lodged itself in the mattress. Mikey jerked awake and scrambled back against the wall before smacking his nightstand light.

"A-Ant?" He stammered.

Antonello swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he let the weapon go and backed up against the far wall. "Mikey…" He mumbled, his voice small and shaking. "Something is wrong with me." Their eyes met and the elder turtle could see the real fear in the teenager's eyes.

"O-okay dude." Mikey plucked the weapon from his bed and set it behind him. "What do you mean something is wrong with you?" He scooted off the bed and cautiously approached the other.

Ant ran a hand over his face. "I don't know! I just… I woke up and went to leave and the next thing I know I was trying to strangle Donnie." He looked at Mikey. "I thought I was sleep walking. So I went to the kitchen to get food, but I never made it the next thing I remember is standing over you with my ono trying to decapitate you!" He took a step towards him but stopped when Mikey visibly recoiled. "What's happening to me? Why am I blacking out? Why am I trying to hurt you?"

"I don't know… but we will figure it out." Mikey put a hand on Ant's shell and gently ushered him out into the hall. "Leo!" He shouted. "Leo Wake up!"

The eldest in the household came out of his room, maskless and a bit unhappy for being woken up. "What is it Mikey?" He demanded.

"We have a problem." He glanced to Ant.

Leo's glare softened a bit as he looked to the teenager. He was almost trembling as he stared down at the arm guard covering his maimed hand. His gaze shifted back to Mikey. "What's going on?"

Mikey tried to explain things to Leo as much as he could, but while he was talking Ant walked away. The other two turtles stopped talking and looked at him.

"Ant?" Leo asked.

He didn't answer.

Leo looked at Mikey. "Is this what you meant?"

"I don't know… I haven't actually seen it. It's just what he told me." Mikey scratched his head.

Ant went back into Mikey's room. He was muttering as he searched for his weapon.

"What's he saying?" Mikey whispered.

Leo frowned and took a step into the room.

"… must be eliminated. Samples need to be obtained and returned…" He sounded mechanic almost robotic.

After watching him search for something in Mikey's room for just a minute longer before he stepped in front of him. "Antonello!" He said in his most authoritative voice. "Snap out of it!"

The teenager's hand lashed out and smacked Leo hard across the face sending him flying back into the wall. Then his right hand pinned him to the wall by his throat. But instead of harming Leo, Ant was staring down at his scarred hand. Almost like his mind had wondered somewhere else he pulled his hand away and looked at the huge ugly scar that split his pale skin. "Damaged… only functioning at minimal capacity." He frowned. "This will not do."

Leo grabbed hold of the hand he had cut in nearly two, months ago. He wrenched it behind Ant's back and pinned the turtle face first, against the wall.

The teen let out a shout. "L-Leo? What… what's going on?"

Their leader frowned and looked over his shoulder at Mikey before slowly pulling Ant away from the wall and back out into the hallway.

"Leo please…. Tell me what is going on." Ant was begging clearly scared.

"I don't know."

He pulled away from his brother's grip. "Well.. I… I don't want to hurt you guys." He sighed. "If I keep blacking out, I'm afraid I'm going to do something." He frowned and set his face. "Lock me in my room. Take away my weapon."

"You aren't a prisoner!" Mikey protested. "You are sick!"

"But I'm obviously dangerous! And I don't want to hurt someone… Just do it until the morning until Donnie can at least look at me and maybe do something." Ant stomped down to his room. And slammed the door shut. "Lock it!"

The other two looked at each other and went to the door. It opened into the room, so it took a little bit of thinking but eventually Mikey and Leo got the door barred shut.

Leo grabbed a chair from the kitchen and propped himself up just outside of Ant's bedroom. Mikey stood beside him.

"So what are we going to do?"

"You are going to go back to bed." Leo looked up at him. "I'm going to sit here and keep an eye Antonello. We will figure this all out in the morning."

Mikey nodded and headed off to his room.

Leo leaned back against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. It was still late, just a little while later his head was slowly bobbing as he drifted off to sleep.