A/N: Sorry for the delay!

Leaping and flipping from one roof to another, Leo kept a strong eye out for any signs of The Purple Dragon. Emotions were rising in him. He was worried for his sensei, of course, but it seemed as though anger was the winnder between the two feelings.

How stupid he had been! Of course there was a catch to the evenings events, why hadn't he seen it earlier? Michelangelo's fragile state, their home being in complete wreck, Splinter's disappearance, it all made sense! It was a trap, a plan to capture the Turtles. He kept this newly found information to himself, not wanting to disturb Raph or Donny.

And yet, he desperately wanted them to know. He wanted to see Raph resort to his insanely violent behavior to seek revenge on whoever dared to threaten them. He wished for Donny's shocked face that appeared whenever something important to him was in danger. But most of all at the moment, he craved for Mikey's way to twist everything around and compose it as if it was much better than it really was.

Vigorously he thrust forward, keeping his tunnel vision to rescue his master. Like a faithful apprentice Leonardo was determined by all means to save his sensei. He'd do whatever it took to see that Master Splinter was returned to the safety of the historical house where Michelangelo slept on.

'Whatever it takes,' Le recited. 'Even if it means my own life.'

Meditaion was his key source of peace. His way to disconnect from true life. His sanctuary. To find peace when all is lost, to keep a clear mind through everything. However, meditation can be hard when one is trapped in solitary imprisonment. Concentration is scarce and distractions are plenty.

And yet, meditating was exactly what Master Splinter was doing. Trying to connect to any one of his beloved turtles. But no one was listening.