Brooke watched Athos with mild interest as he settled himself in. It was a marvel how all four of the turtles managed to act so differently - they were all technically the same life form, but everything about each of them was so terribly different from the other.

How much of them make up Pete? How much of them is his subconscious, desperately trying to protect him?

"Would you like some cream or sugar in your tea?" She was taking his sitting down as an acceptance of invitation for the light repast, after all.