Lana looked around nervously. "Um...Mikey's not around, is he?"

"No. Why?" Raphael asked, noting she seemed scared for some odd reason. "What's wrong?"

Lana glanced at her feet.

"The dreams," Raphael began, "they're about Mikey, aren't they?"

Lana nodded weakly.

"I don't get it then," Raphael said confused. "If they're about Mikey, then why are you running to me?"

Lana's eyes filled up with tears.

"You know what he did to April, right?" She queried.

"Yeah, why?" Raphael wanted to know.

Lana looked at him, pain evident in her eyes.

Raphael clued in then. "You saw what happened, didn't you?"

"Yes," Lana whispered quietly.

"Damn him for being stupid," Raphael muttered. "He should've at least turned you away."

Lana glanced at her feet.

"Is that what you've been dreaming about?"

Lana nodded.

"I still don't see what that has to do with me though," Raphael stated.

"I'll tell you if you'd let me finish a sentence, and stop reading my mind," Lana replicated.

Raphael gave a half grin. "Wisecracking, are ya?"

Lana gave him a small smile. "Guess so."