A/N: Hey, guys! I'm super excited to finally put out this chapter. I wrote it a while ago, just didn't have the chance to post. Thanks to all of my readers, especially to those who reviewed, I love you all. So, I changed the time it takes for a ship to reach France to two weeks, instead of four days. Like I was saying, it was a guess anyway. And two weeks works better for the story in coming chapters. So, on with the story!

Raph's POV

The damn boat had been on the open waters for four days. I should have checked the time for how long it would take before I boarded. I might have jacked a plane instead.

The same things kept running through my head, even though I had already thought about them for three straight days.

The first thing was how I was getting off the ship. I would just run like hell when I saw n no one looking and swim to shore.

The second was what I would do when I arrived. I'd just go to the sewers and make my own lair.

Third haunted me. It wouldn't leave me alone no mater how hard I tried. Did Leo miss me?

Leo's POV

Four days had passed since Raph had left. For the first two days, I had ben too steamed up to even want his home. I wished him dead. Yesterday, I realized that I didn't want him to be gone forever, even if wasn't ready to forgive him. Today I wondered what was taking so long, though I wasn't concerned in the least.

To quench my curiosity, I called up Casey and his wife April.

"Hey, Case."

"So, Leo! I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Huh. What? Haven't you figured out why yet?"

"Um... Should I have?"

"Funny. Why else would you have a visitor for a week?"

"Did you and Raph have another fight?"

"So... he's not there?" I didn't feel any in my heart, but my voice began to tilt upward with concern.

"No. A week did you say?"

"Don't worry about it. He always comes back."

And I hung up.

Where was my Brother?

Mike's POV

Donny and I had been searching for Raph for the last three days. It was quite obvious that he had gone for good this time, but it didn't stop us from looking.

Leo had been going through life normally for the last week, like nothing had happened, except for the lack of arguing. But, this morning, he almost entirely cut himself off from us, it seemed as though he was wallowing in, dare I say it? Guilt?