Leo had been running for some time before he stopped at a junction in the sewers, he was at a T junction. He was not sure where to go now. He had no way of knowing how far he had traveled. The footsteps following him had long since vanished. He knew he had to find his way out of here, but he didn't know how or where to start. Looking down the left tunnel it seemed to be wetter but the right was dry and had cobwebs hanging down.

Deciding to go right he stayed on the path, the air was musky and had a decayed smell to it. After a while he found a ladder looking up he could see the moon through the grate above. The ceiling was lower here so the ladder was not as long. He climbed up and pushed the grate up, looking around at the darken street he could see he was in the outskirts to the city. The geto as it were. He had no idea where he was, he had never been this far from the city before. Climbing out of the sewers he started to walk through back yards. Thankful that it was night time no one was out and about at this hour, the air was cool on his bare skin as he walked.

After a while he came to a yard with a cloths line, he saw a pair of blue jeans and a dark sweatshirt hanging up. He felt them and they were dry, cool, but dry no less. Ever since they lived with Splinter they never had to wear cloths, since the lair was always kept warm there was no need.

Taking the cloths off the line he pulled the large shirt over his head, he was surprised it fit him, then he pulled the pants up. Again he was surprised that the cloths fit him. Feeling warmer now he continued on, he knew he had to keep moving. But at this time of night, and with there being clouds covering the moon he had no way of knowing what direction he was going in.

After walking for three more blocks he came to a house that was condemned, he looked inside, he did not see any signs of life in there. So he slowly opened the old, rickety door, and stepped inside. He was surprised by the furniture that was still in there. It was like some one had just up and left, leaving behind everything. The house was very dark but he could make out things from the streetlight outside the open window.

Finding the kitchen he opened the cabinets and found plates, cups, bowls in one. And a cabinet lined with both canned and boxed food in the others. Making a note of them to look at them in the morning when the sun was up he opened a drawer and found a flashlight. It stunned him that it even worked, with the dim light he explored the rest of the kitchen only to find Raph's worst nightmare in the refridgerator. Roaches lined the walls of it, and climbed over the now decade remains of old rotten food.

Shuddering Leo shut the door and walked around a table in the center of the room. He found pictures of humans on the walls in the next room, some were of elderly people, some were children and others were adults. Leo kept asking him self what could have happened to these people? He saw a bed in the room, from the looks of it, it had not been made in years. There was a layer of dust on it, along with dead and living bugs.

Leo closed the door and walked into the next room, he found it to be a bathroom, the toilet had long since dried out. And the smell of dried out sewer pipes filled his nose, he saw towels that were half hanging on racks along with half used soap containers that had long since dried out.

Now that he was thinking about it, how good would those canned items be?

He ventured out to the living room and saw dust lining tables and chairs, as well as broken glass and splintered wood on the floor. The smell of dust was almost over whelming to him as he found yet another room. This one was obviously a child's room, toys lined shelves, and the bed was neatly made, but he was surprised to see the desk had virtually no dust on it. He walked over and saw the glass on the top. He felt tears well up in his eyes, it was a family photo behind a thick glass between it and the wood. It was a large family from what he could tell, but the photo was faded, it had been taken years ago. Looked around at the toys they all were covered in dust. He walked out and found a stair case, going up he walked on the creaky old stairs.

He found there were three more rooms up here, the hall way was long and dark, and very eery in the darkness. He opened the first door on the left and found another bathroom, this one was in disray, cloths thrown on the floor, toothpaste tubes left open and hardened on the counter, the toilet had a rank smell coming from it. Leo nearly threw up when he walked too close to it, and he lived in the sewers...

Shutting the door tightly he went to the next room, he found it to be a mess too, he wondered why the other two rooms were kept in better condition? In the last room on the right, he froze... the room was spotless, as though a time capsule was in place. It was neat and picked up. But the strangest thing was the photo laying on the bed. It was of a small child of 3 or 4 years old, he picked it up and whipped the dust off and saw the bright blue eyes of the little boy in the photo. The child had a face full of freckles, with bright red hair, and a smile that would brighten any room. Shining the flashlight around the room he saw a wreath perched on the desk with the child's photo in the center. At the bottom there was a metal plaque hanging.

He read the name and it startled him a little: Micheal Robinson born 1995-1999.

Leo now understood, this child had died at such a tender age, but he wondered what happened to him?

He put the photo back in its place and shut the door, he leaned against the wall, he had tears he didn't know he had running down his face. He thought about his baby brother... and the times he nearly died when they were little. What would life had been like with out him?

Shaking it off he stepped back to the hall, and found the next room, it was a home office, he found papers all over the desk, they too, like the rest of the abandoned house were covered in dust. He found a sheet of paper and read it. He frowned when he discovered it to be an article about the family that lived here:

In the early hours of the morning in October of 1999 every parents worst nightmare happened, 4 year old Micheal Robinson died in his sleep. He was a happy and healthy little boy, with a promising future ahead of him. The parents were devistated at the loss of their second eldest son, they refused to believe that the loss of their son was their fault as they were blamed for his death. They now had a two year old, that had been sick for a while. Like his older brother the child was constantly in the hospital, Social Services took the child from his home and the remaining three children with him. What ever happened to the parents has every one baffled.

Leo frowned and began to wonder him self what really happened. He left the room and went back downstairs. He went to the kitchen and opened the doors with the food in them, he found the cans of food to be some what OK, other then covered in dust. The box food on the other hand... this house had a mouse problem... and they ate like kings with all the boxed food left behind.

He found a can opener and opened up an old can of fruit, it smelled alright, he wiped off a spoon and ate some, it had an old taste to it, but other wise it was fine. Leo put the can on the counter and stood up, he knew he had to use this place as a shelter. But he couldn't move around by day... humans would see him. His eyes felt heavy so he went to the couch and wiped the dust off and laid down. If not for just a couple hours.

He listened to the silence of the house, after a while the quietness and sheer exhaustion lulled him to sleep.

It had been quite a while since Donnie stopped hearing the footsteps of the person they were following. He looked over at April and saw she was getting slower, and tired.

"Are you OK?"

She nodded and said.

"Yea, just getting tired."

Donnie came to the crossing his brother had come to a while back, unknowing to him, he told April.

"I know your tired but lets check one more tunnel then we will call it a night."

He took them down the left tunnel, unknowing to either of them that Leo had taken the wrong way and gone right...

Splinter looked over at his two sleeping sons and knew they had to get going soon, if not then all hope was lost for their family. He gently woke Mikey.

"Michelangelo, son, it's time to get moving again."

Mikey rolled over and looked up at his father.

"Dad? Is something wrong?"

Splinter looked over at Raphael who had woken up on his own, seeing the question in his eyes Splinter told them.

"We need to get going my sons, we only stopped to rest for a little while."

Mikey and Raph started to get up when Splinter's keen hearing heard it, a soft rumble coming from Mikey's stomach. Mikey backed up into his brother and looked up at their father.

"Sorry dad..."

Splinter smiled at him and said.

"It is alright Michelangelo, we will eat before we leave."

Splinter could clearly see that being hungry scared Michelangelo a lot, he did not want to do anything to bring back bad memories. So he let them eat before they took off again. Once they were done they put away the supplies and started on the path again. Splinter lead them along until they came to a dead end with only two ways to go: back or left. Since he knew what was back the other way he choose left. Here seemed to be wetter, water dripped from the pipes above and made a soft drip, drip, drip sound on the wet floor below. The ledge was wider and there was just a little more water in the river below the ledge. Raph was walking ahead of his father by several feet with his little brother in toe, suddenly he stopped.

Splinter could see Raph's hesitation, and asked.

"Raphael what..." Unable to finish his question when Raphael raised his hand to silence him.

"Shh... sorry dad but I hear something."

Raph could hear footsteps ahead coming their way, he felt Mikey grab his arm and hold on tightly with a vice grip. Looking down at his smaller brother he said.

"It's OK Mike."

The footsteps were heavy and coming their way, Splinter could hear them now, he looked around and found a large pipe and took Mikey's hand.

"Come my sons, we must hide."

Splinter hid his two sons behind the pipe, he watched as the figure came closer in the dim lighting of the sewer. Splinter sniffed the air, he knew that scent... Scrag.