Tori woke to find something different. She was no longer tied up for one thing. She's in a room she doesn't recognize. She looked around. Not again. She huffed, and got off the bed. She left the room, and saw light in what she saw as the kitchen. Tori wandered in, and found Michelangelo, whistling while he cooked. A bandana was tied around his head in addition to his usual orange mask. It's quite a sight, and Tori suppressed a laugh. Of all the times to wish she had a camera, this one took the cake.

The turtle turned around, and saw Tori. "Morning, sleeping beauty."

"Morning Joker." The turtle beamed at the name.

Tori shook her head. Soon enough, pancakes were plopped in front of Tori. She blinked at the plate, and looked back at the turtle, who was back at the stove. Humming something with a fast beat. Tori was halfway through her pancakes when Raphael walked into the kitchen.

"Sup, bonehead."

"Pancakes. Want some?" Michelangelo flipped the pan, and a golden pancake flipped onto a plate.

"Yeah."

The surly turtle sat across from Tori, who was still devouring her meal. He looked at her, and she blinked at him. His green eyes always grabbed her attention.

"What're ya starin at?" He demanded.

"N-Nothing." She forced her eyes to her plate. There were more pancakes on it. Tori blinked, and began eating them.

"Thanks for the food, Mikey."

The turtle turned as he flipped more food, and beamed. "No problem, Tori."

"You doing any better?" Tori looked at Raphael, who seemed to have addressed her.

"Uh, yeah." She looked away. "What, exactly, happened?"

Michelangelo turned his head toward the table. "Uh, you might want to ask Donnie for full details."

"Oh. Okay." It must have been the Hatter. Tori wolfed down the rest of her food, and went to find Donatello.

The first place she looked was the lab. For once, it seemed empty.

"Uh, Donnie?" The room stayed silent. She turned around, and bumped into something hard. She rubbed her forehead, and looked to see what she ran into.

Confused brown eyes gazed at her. The girl moved her hand to her side.

"Oh. Hi, Donnie."

"Tori, is something wrong?"

The brunette scratched the back of her head. "I just wanted to ask you something."

The turtle motioned for her to continue as he moved through the door. The box he carried was set on a table, and he turned his attention to the embarrassed girl in front of him.

"I was wondering. What happened last night?" Tori looked at Donatello, trying to read his face.

"Oh, I found a chip in your neck. I managed to hack into it, but you lost it." Tori's hand flew to her face.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

The turtle sighed. "Sorry, I'm not joking. You could have done a lot of damage if my brothers hadn't tied you down. Again..." He took in Tori's slumped form. "I did manage to override the procedures, and it's not entirely useless. You can't be tracked."

Tori shook her head. "That's a relief. If only the Hatter would leave."

That seemed to remind Donatello of something. "Well, I saw some interesting files on that chip. I disabled the tracker, but I didn't really look at anything else. I did see a file called 'Hare and Hatter'. Do you know anything about that?"

Tori thought for a moment. "Well, my Dad used to refer to me as his little hare."

Tori is once again, strapped to a table, as Donatello prepared to dive into the chip in Tori's neck. She tested the straps. They don't budge. Good. Donatello took a deep breath as he launched the code. Tori passed out on the table as he tried to sort through the code.

"This is more complex than I anticipated." He looked at Tori, seeing as she's fast asleep, the turtle shrugged and continued his code.

Michelangelo looked around the lair. Raphael had finished his food, and Leonardo had eaten his fill. He carried a plate piled high with pancakes, and a bottle of syrup. He knocked on Splinter's door.

"You want some, Sensei?" There was no answer. "I made them special for you~!" The door slid open, revealing the wise old rat.

"Thank you my son." The rat took the plate, and went to the kitchen to eat. Michelangelo followed his father and they sat together in silence.

"My son, how is our guest doing?" Splinter asked.

Michelangelo smiled at his father. "Oh, she's good. She's with Donnie right now, doing sciencey stuff."

The rat took another bite, and swallowed. "That's good." She may be of some use to us.

A few hours later, Leonardo peeked into the lab to see Tori strapped to the table, and Donatello typing feverishly on his computer. He turned around to where his brothers were waiting.

"Yeah, she's still in there." Raphael folded his arms.

Michelangelo smiled. "I hope they find what they're looking for."