The next morning, the past turtles and April agreed to find out what had happened to each of their past selves. They each had their own questions but the things they all wanted to know was, what happened to Michel's arm? How did he meet Rachel? And where had he been for the past twenty years? When their future selves came to visit Michel they all came up with a plan. Since Rachel was the most likely to spill and since she was also pregnant, April would talk her her. April found Rachel in the kitchen, cooking lunch.

"Hey, Rachel."

"Hello, April. Came to help me with lunch?" she passed April a carrot to chop and turned back to the stew.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you a question."

"Which would be?"

"What happened to Mikey...Er, Michel's arm?" April corrected her mistake. She was still getting used to the fact that Mikey was now called Michel.

Rachel sighed. "I knew you were going to ask this soon. You're too curious not to. Michel!"

Michel came into the kitchen with Jack and Eva following quickly. "Yes?"

"April and your brothers, both past and present want to know what happened to your arm. I think we should tell them. Oh, and Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey, Ape as well, I know you're listening. Come in."

The turtles and Ape walked into the kitchen, looking sheepishly. After a long silence of mainly. Michel glaring at his brother, Mikey broke the silence. "So...are you going to tell us?"

All eyes turned to Michel. He nodded at Rachel, who smiled. "Alright, we'll tell. But it might be a long one."

Eva pumped her fist into the air. "Alright! Story-time!" Se then grabbed Jack and pulled him into the living room and sat on the couch, expectantly.

Rachel glared. "Evelyn Lea Hamato, how many times have I told you not to pull your brother?"

"One hundred and sixty-eight times, Mama." She stopped when Rachel put her hands on her hips. "Sorry Mama."

Jack smirked. Rachel ruffled his hair. "And how many times have I had to tell you not to steal your sister's headband for your experiments, Jackson Ralph Hamato?"

Jack blushed. "Two hundred and eight-nine."

Rachel smiled. "I rest my case."

Rachel had insisted at the stew would be eaten before it got cold so everyone had to wait another hour for the story. Afterwards, Leonardo had tried to get Michel to tell the story but he wasn't ready for the sudden question and squeezed his plate too hard and broke. So they had to wait another forty-five minutes while Rachel took all of the china out of his hand and wrapped it in a bandage.

In the end, it was Rachel who said she would tell the story. Not wanting another distraction, Leonardo had locked all the doors and windows and removed any sharp objects. If there were handcuffs around, he would have used them. "Alright, Rachel." He sat down on a chair and leaned on his knees.

"Tell us your story."