"Ymoh, arise!"

A voice pierces through the fog. Is it dark again? Am I still underwater?

"I cannot serenade to you like the Littos. Please open your eyes. We need to get you somewhere safe and you are too heavy to carry!"

The voice is female, distraught and shrilly. It reminds me of when April is angry after we rough house in her apartment; it's always Raph or Mikey knocking over expensive items and then trying to blame it on Don, each other, or me.

"What is an April?" The female is very confused. I must have mumbled some names by mistake. Come on, Body. It is time to become one with my mind again.

"Nipal! Come! Help me!"

After a few more seconds, my body absorbs harmony, and I open my eyes to whom I hope is my family.

"It lives!" An alto voice, belonging to a rabbit creature, declares. "Do I still need help you carry it, Zera?"

"I am not an 'it'," I groan and throw a hearty glare at the accused party. "My name is Leonardo, and you will call me by that name. Furthermore... " While I am busy spilling out my displeasure, I catch a small creak in my left ear and turn in time to see another creature trying to touch me. "Do not -" I grab its hand, "- interrupt me when I'm talking."

The one named Zera steps forward, and her austere presence commands my respect: impressively huge inky eyes, sandy fur coat, a bushy tail, and she doesn't blink or cower as I glare at her. Her protracted ears droop to her side, falling just below her shoulders. She would have my full respect if she wasn't dressed in a skimpy black and orange tuxedo.

Nice tiny orange top hat. And legs. I release her hand.

"Please excuse my partner here," Zera blankly apologized. "He is dumb and is late for a rave at the cornerstore."

Rave? Fennec-like creatures in tuxedos? And rabid mermaids. This logically has to be a dream.

Becoming impatient, Zera sighs and tugs on one of her ears. I suppose the look of utter bewilderment is seen in this place quite often. I didn't have time to study what was she doing with her ear because the rabbit behind me turned into a giant purple walrus and started drooling on the ground. Unhygienic.

"Nipal!" Zera screams upward, her ears bouncing with her swift movements. "Do not drool on the Ymoh or I will cut your tusk and shove it through your stomach!"

I see that they get along about as well as Raphael and I do.

Nipal's saliva was burning the ground in front of me, and it reminds me of the time when we dodged Mikey's hot-grease as a part of a training exercise. It wasn't an official training exercise from Master Splinter, but I'm glad we practiced. And practiced often. It is going to come in handy here!

"Ymoh, I do not have all minute. Get on or stay here and become Lucarac meal." Zera hops up Nipal with a long whip and sits on his head. "We will meet with Nipal's second cousin on his mother's side, RomRom, and shall join forces against the Lucarac."

She keeps calling me this 'Ymoh', and I have no idea what it means. After a few moments, I quickly join her on the top of this purple walrus that used to be a rabbit because my questions are not going to get answered by these residents. Logic has no place here.

I must adapt!