~ Wow, thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews, this is the first time I got so many on the first chapter. I also wanted to say thanks for the suggestion on giving more of a description on the lair, so I worked that in here. I hope I did it justice.

Heading back onto the streets was the tricky part. I had to find the same way I came in, because there was no way I could lift a manhole cover, I tried already. Finding the same sewer grate I made sure no one was around and climbed out. Running back to my aunt's apartment, I climbed up the stairs to the sixth floor and went in to the door to find she was already sitting on the couch waiting for me.

"I thought you were only going to be gone for an hour, Jodi." My aunt started. I sat down next to her.

"Sorry Aunt April, I got a little distracted and lost track of time," I said. "It'd probably be easier on you if you made me a key." She waved her hand at me.

"I know, just keep forgetting." April said. She bid me goodnight and went to her room. I watched the door closed and thought to myself that I was very thankful that she took me in. Sure I was twenty four, old enough to get my own place, but Aunt April was gracious enough to take me in until I was able to get a place on my own.

After I was sure she was asleep, I pulled her old dairy out to see what else I could learn. I felt bad reading it, but the curiosity was killing me.

We retreated to the farm, where we could rest, and hopefully Raphael would heal and recover quickly. He is still unconscious, and Leonardo stands watch over him, never leaving his side.

I flipped past a couple pages and stopped at another entry.

When Raphael woke, we felt such great joy. Michelangelo wanted to order pizza, but we had to make do with cheeseburgers and fries. I explained that the pizza guy wouldn't come out to the farm, and promised Michelangelo that I would order him a pizza once we got back home. Casey and Donatello were still toying with the old junker trying to get it fixed. It's amusing how they have come up with so many names for each other.

I read long into the night and hid the book under the pillow so Aunt April wouldn't see that I had it when she woke up. After she was up and had the coffee going I told her that I would be staying at a friends house tonight so that she wouldn't have to wait up for me. Aunt April told me that Casey was still asleep and probably wouldn't get up until after noon. They got married about two years ago, at her wedding was the first time I met him. They didn't have any kids yet, but were thinking about having one in the next year.

Aunt April was gone to work and I got my stuff ready. I grabbed my book bag and jammed into it a sweater, some bottled water and food, a facemask for dust, and some extra batteries for my flashlight. I had no idea how long that tunnel was and didn't want to get caught in the middle of it with no light. Discreetly I went back underground and found the old lair more quickly this time.

As I climbed down the stairs, I looked around as if I was seeing the lair for the first time. It was dark, but there was enough light to illuminate the way a little. Inside I could see a stairway with a banister in the middle, made for lots of people, that came to a landing them another stairway leading to the platforms. Several sub cars were spread across the tracks. One was turned on it's side, blocking the tunnel on the right, while the others were not quite on the tracks but standing up straight.

To the left was a wall that went nowhere, so I headed down to the right. I looked in the windows of the subway cars as I passed and noted that they were filled with dust and lots of spider webs. On my right, was an old booth, either for tickets or something I wasn't sure. Further down, I found the dojo again on the right. This was the only section that looked like it was added on. The turtles must have built this after they moved in and as I stepped in, I looked around again. From what I could see they did a very good job. I smiled remembering a description that my Aunt wrote.

Donatello, our brain of the group, helped Master Splinter design the plans for building the dojo, in the abandoned subway. I think Donatello thought it a mistake when he got his brothers to help with the building especially when Michelangelo used a whole bucket of paint to set up a prank for Raphael as he walked back in.

Shaking the thought away, I stepped back up to the tunnel that I found yesterday. The wooden door that I moved was still in the same spot that I left it. I pushed it aside again and covered my mouth and nose as it stirred up more dust. I coughed a little as it settled, and fingered my shoulder straps wondering if I should or shouldn't go. I looked back at the doorway once more and took a breath.

I turned and looked into the yawning darkness before me. Flipping on the flashlight, I slipped on a facemask and started in. The walls were high and smooth, like someone had worked on them a long time. Some cobwebs were draped across, but I brushed those aside and jumped when I touched something furry. Wiping my hand on my pants I pressed forward. The farther I went in the fewer and fewer cobwebs I came across. I march on for several hours with no change of scenery when I stumbled into an open room. The ceiling was higher here. Flashing the light around I dropped it when I saw someone standing in the corner and the room plummeted into darkness.

Fishing around in the darkness I found the flashlight and turned it back on praying that I wouldn't find someone standing right in front of me. Flashing it on the same spot I noticed that the person has not moved. Depending on how I flashed the light they would shine in certain places. Letting loose a breath I stepped closer and saw that it was only an outfit on a dummy that scared me. There was a helmet and spikes coming from every where, with a long flowing cape, covered with dust on the back. I remembered a line from my Aunt's dairy.

He wore spiked armor, to intimidate his enemies, but they weren't fooled. Michelangelo called him the can opener, the Shred-head, the…

"Shredder,' I breathed, then glanced around me as my voice echoed in the room. Looking back at the Shredder's outfit, I could see that some of the spikes were starting to rust. Not wanting to get a tetanus shot once I was out of here I left it alone and turned to see what else was in the room. Some old weapons were strewn about, most of them broken. I found a pair of nunchukus, the chain broke, a sword, no, katana where the blade was smashed, a bo that was split down the middle and a sai that was bent. I picked each of them up but found no clues as to what happened.

I saw a chair to the side and sat on it. I would get dust on my jeans, but I didn't care, I wanted to rest my feet. Eating a little bit I sat back and sighed. This just kept getting more and more peculiar. Gabbing my bag, I was getting ready to leave, when something under the chair caught my eye. This chair was the type that covered the whole floor, so I had to flip it over to get to what was underneath. There were four bandanas, blue, purple, red and orange, each faded from time. I put them in my bag and turned to press on.