It was two o'clock in the morning; Rachel had gotten up to get a drink of water when the lamp fell over. She swiftly turned around, grabbing the nearest thing to her, a wooden spoon. "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she repeated. The sound of a chair scraping the floor made her turn around. "Hello? Is that you Michel?"

"Hey."

Rachel screamed and punched and pit the person behind her with her fist and spoon. She stopped when she saw who it was. "Mikey. Don't scare me like that!"

Mikey nervously laughed, bending over in mock pain. "Heh, sorry about that Rachel, I heard you get up and wanted to keep and eye on you. Man, you pack a mean punch."

Rachel raised an eyebrow and shook her head in mild amusement. "Michel's the same way. Very protective of me, probably because of what he's been through. Makes you want to protect what you have."

"It's kinda hard to believe that I'm going to have to go through all that." Mikey whispered in sadness. He hated seeing the hurt in his future self's eyes and the scars his body held.

"Yeah, but... You survived. You have a family. You're happy."

"But I lost my personality. I lost my arm. Who I am, and who I wanted to become."

Rachel put a comforting hand on Mikey's shoulder. "I know. I was there. But neither Shredder nor John have come back. I think it's over."

"Yeah, you're probably..."

A hand came out of the shadows and wrapped itself around Rachel's mouth. Mikey tried to scream, but another hand took his weapons and another muzzled his mouth shut. He tried to struggle but was still taken to the freezing outside onto the field and thrown on the cold grass. Rachel was forced to sit down cross-legged and was pushed onto her back as carefully as possible, while, Mikey was simply thrown onto his front carelessly. Mikey's eyes looked angry. "Whoever you are, let us go!"

Rachel saw familiarities in them. "They can understand you, their Prawns."

Mikey looked behind him, sensing a male presence there. "John or Shredder?"

"Neither." A new voice rang out clearly causing them both to look at the source. A teenager boy walked out of the thicket. Wearing a black fighting uniform and a blank face. "Well, well. Rachel Smith, or is that Rachel Hamato?" he smiled, an insane and creepy smile.

Rachel spat at him. "Who are you? How do you know me?"

The boy smiled at Rachel. "I don't know you personally. But my mother knew you. My adoptive mother, raised me from a baby when my parents didn't want me."

"Who are you?" Rachel repeated. Mikey just gave as hard a glare as he could.

"My name is Carmon. Carmon Kyles."

Rachel gasped, eyes widening.

Carmon continued. "You and your little pet killed my grandfather and my uncle. And now, you're going to pay." He turned to the Prawns. "Make sure you get Jackson and Evelyn." He looked back at Rachel and Mikey. "This baby is going to be useful." He stroked Rachel's baby bump. Mikey growled at him, turning Carmon's attention to the turtle. "You, on the other hand, are pretty much useless."

Meanwhile, Mikey had managed to untie his bonds and had picked up a sharp stone. He watched the Prawns move closer to the house. One was nearly at the door. Knowing that his future children were in danger, Mikey quickly jumped up and threw the stone at the Prawn with a loud "No!". The stone hit the Prawn with amazing accuracy, tearing right through the inner circuits, making it beyond repair.

The remaining Prawns abandoned the pursuit to the house and instead charged Mikey to the ground. Carmon looked at Mikey in mild amusement. "On the other hand..." he signalled to the Prawns to knock out Mikey, causing Rachel to worry. Carmon ignored her and caressed Mikey's cheek. "Forget Jackson and Evelyn. Mother is going to want to see you."