Leonardo's head hurt with the accounts of Raphael's break in, Shredder's return and his minions break-out, and April going missing, while Donnie swore she stole a drug of some sort from his lab.

Leo missed running missions with his brothers, but not the kind where one of his family member's lives was on the line. A mission itself put them in danger, but they didn't always start out that way. Not knowing where she was, or what was happening to her. If she was even still alive. Leo glanced at his slightly taller, genius brother. You may be pissed, but somewhere in there you are freaking out. Aren't you? You have to be. Right?

"This way, there's a conference room in here." Donnie guided them down the hall into a plain room with a long table surrounded by heavy office chairs in the center.

Raph paced back and forth. "I ain't sittin'. April's out there somewhere and we gotta find her!"

Some reactions to intense situations never change. Leo rubbed his face. He was still trying to absorb a ton of information that came from nowhere, sprang up on him the same way they were thrust into civilization. "Raph, we've got to figure this out or we won't know where to look for her."

Donatello scoffed. "I don't think she was taken. I think she stole the compound and faked a kidnapping."

Really Donnie? Has it come to that between you?

Raph glared at Donatello. "Since when do you think April is the villain?"

"Since she's been sneaking around lying and breaking into our offices and stealing things!" Donatello slapped a crumpled piece of parchment on the table. He sighed, his voice dropping to a crushing low. One that told Leo, his brother was still very much in love with April but at a loss as to what had become of them. Leo knew because at one time he'd experienced that same feeling. Donnie frowned. "I don't even feel like I know her anymore."

Raph's pacing came to an abrupt halt. He turned a skeptical eye to the document. "What's it say?"

Leo leaned forward looking over the paper. There's more going on here. She's telling you there is Donnie. So why don't you believe her? More importantly, what is it she's trying to tell us?

Donnie huffed. "That she's sorry. I have her on video messing with my computer, stealing my key card and leaving this in an envelope under my desk."

Raphael swallowed. "What—what'd the envelope look like?"

"Like an envelope?" Donnie snarled. "What does that matter?"

Raphael's jaw shifted. "Well someone left one for me too. Maybe it was April. Cos' nobody busted up nothin' they didn't even take anythin', they just left the article about Shredder's goons."

It was rare that Raph and Donnie squared off, but Donnie was livid, and Raph, well Raph was Raph.

Fighting isn't going to help us. Leo held up his hands. "Alright, stop, stop. Let's go over the facts, see if we can figure this out. Raph, please, sit."

Raphael threw his arms up. "Sure, let's have tea too! Maybe we can have a siesta while who knows what happens to April!"

Leo sighed. "Raph, how can we help April if she's left us clues that we haven't pieced together. What do we know?"

"That she's a liar and a thief, who never really got over Casey Jones?" Donatello jerked a chair out from the table, plopping into it with a pouting behavior Leo would've normally attributed to Raph.

"Okay, can we just put our feelings aside for a minute and figure this out? Shredder is obviously involved. April mentioned him to Raph, and Becca described him to me. And someone was at Splinters grave this morning, burning incense that came from the same shop I buy it at. I'm pretty sure that was a message."

"And April stole my compound." Donatello shook his head, his shoulders slumping.

"And maybe April broke into my office and put the article in there. But how'd she write an article last night about a break out that just happened while she was with me?"

Donnie's head flew up. "She was with you?"

Raph shrugged. "Yeah, cryin' about you."

And this is what it must look like when it's me having it out with Raph. Leo shook his head. "Can we focus, here? Maybe someone tipped April off about the break-out and she wrote the article, had it ready to print. She would've only had to email it to the right person for it to make the morning paper. And she could've done it after she left you last night Raph."

Donatello's jaw flexed. "Or did she stay the night?"

Raphael smacked the table, green eyes searing. "Are you serious right now, Donnie? How could you even ask that? She's a sister to me, you're my brother and I'd never!"

"Enough!" Leo stood, pinching the space between his eyes as he started to pace the room. He took a calming breath. "What is she trying to tell us? What does she want us to do?" He stopped, looked at his brothers. "Both of you try to remember what she said, anything that might point us in some direction."

Raph closed his eyes. "She said it was all tied together. Ever, the breakouts, the compound, Shredder, it's all related."

Leo nodded. "Okay. Let's start with the obvious. Shredder would break out his goons. So we know what that's about. Donnie, what does this compound do?"

Donatello's eyes locked on Leo, his eyes widening. "It is a mutagen blocking compound."

Raph's head moved as if he were waiting for Donnie to elaborate.

"And, that means what?" Leo pressed.

"It means what it says. The government wanted me to create a serum that could be delivered via inhalant, injection, or drink, that would fuse to DNA so that if someone was exposed to mutagen nothing would happen to them. It basically creates an immunity to mutagen, the way April is. But I'm not done testing it. I don't know how it will affect mutants themselves. Until I know if it's safe we can't distribute it. And—"

Leo and Raph nodded. "And?"

"If it's tied to Ever Tilley, or has anything to do with the Tilley family, it could involve time travel. If the wrong person had the compound and went back in time—" Donnie swallowed.

Leo's heartbeats came in slow, jerking thuds, his breaths uncomfortably short, tight and forced. "They could take the compound back in time to the right moment and there would never be any mutants."

A long uncomfortable silence settled over them.

"Why didn't April just come to us? How would she even know this was going to happen?" Raph rubbed the back of his head, looked toward the floor.

Donnie sunk deeper into his chair, his long legs not permitting him to slouch by much. "Because we wouldn't listen. We were too busy being stars, scientists, bounty hunters, troubled cops— Sorry, Leo. Mourning our father, adjusting to normal human life." He took off his glasses, rubbed his face. "Maybe she stole the compound to keep it out of Shredders hands."

Leo frowned. Donnie's cop remark didn't bother him. He knew it was true. He'd failed worst of the three of them at adjusting, and he was the leader. And from the looks of it, he'd failed them again. "Only now, chances are Shredder has April and the compound."

"Guys, has anybody talked to Mikey since this morning?" Raph tugged on the collar of his shirt. "I mean, what if Renet didn't run away. What if Shredder has her?"

"The only piece left missin' in Shredders anti-mutant recipe is a time master." Donnie agreed. "But I haven't talk to him. I've been busy with this compound fiasco."

Leo shook his head. What better motivation for a love-struck girl to operate a scepter than to kidnap they guy she's got a thing for. Shredders next stop, if he did in fact have Renet Tilley, would be to collect Michelangelo. Leo motioned them to the door. "Guys, we've got to get to the pizzeria. And somebody get Mikey on the phone."

Raph cleared his throat. "Uh— you call him, Donnie."

Donatello cast a sideways glance at Raphael. "Why me?"

"My phone, didn't— uh, ahem— it didn't make it."

"AGAIN?" Donnie yelled.

Leo stopped, reached in his pocket and tossed his phone to Raph. "Use mine. Get him on the phone and find out what Ever Tilley had to say to him."

Raph caught the phone then stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong? It works just like yours," Donnie asked, looking over Raph's shoulder. His eyes widened as he looked at the screen. "Oh."

"What?" Leo's head was spinning. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Why was there always more? Wasn't this enough?

Raph held the phone out to him. "It's for you."