The way both Raphael and Leonardo are looking at him is making Michelangelo feel very anxious and on the spot. His stomach tightens into a hard, heavy knot, and he swallows past the lump in his throat. In a nervous gesture he draws his bandanna tails over his shoulder, wringing them as his eyes dart between Raphael and Leonardo.

No, he doesn't. He doesn't remember a thing.

"N...no. The last thing I remember is rescuing Angel's brother from that nasty monster thing. And- and we all went home and-" He cuts himself off when panic yet again threaten to make him start babbling like an idiot. When he speaks again his voice is very small, "Did...did something happen?"