Well, here we go again. There haven't been as many reviews as the last times, but that's alright. It's still fun to write this. Some of you may have wondered, why I haven't involved Splinter, but there's a reason for the madness. You just have to wait and see.

Oh, and to answer Katana-Babe's question: I won't tell you. I have something in mind for the two, though not in the way that many of you might think. You'll just have to read it along the way…

And then I'm sorry, that I use the term "kilometer" later on. I don't know how many countries use it, but it's easier than trying to count out the math test later on in the chapter - and by the way, it works…

Anyway, enjoy…

"Mikey?" Don's voice asked lowly behind the orange-masked turtle. Donatello approached his little brother carefully. Mikey was still sitting on the wet pavement with his shell cell in his hand.

"I'm sorry." he tried again, wishing for a reaction. But the curled-up figure didn't move, and it scared Donnie more than anything. He waited for a long minute, his body tensing for every second passing by without a word.

"Please Michelangelo, talk to me. Say something, anything!" he pleaded. And finally, the turtle moved. Mikey slowly moved his head to see Donnie through the corner of his eye, opened his mouth to talk to him, but nothing came out. Reality was too much to handle, as he flung his head back in it's original position. He was shaking violently, his head throbbing - Mikey could have sworn, that he would pass out.

Donatello sighed. He couldn't reach his brother, no matter how hard he tried - but he had too. Approaching the young ninja, he sat down in front of him, trying to look him in the eyes, only to find them closed tightly. Without hesitation, he placed a hand on each of Mikey's shoulders, pressing him upwards. Mikey finally opened his eyes, but they seemed dead on the other side.

"M-mike?" Don stammered, keeping eye contact, "You alright?"

Michelangelo's eyes shut tightly again.

"We can't save them…"

"Of course we can," Don said nervously, "I was wrong before, we can't loose hope. Leo and Raph needs us-"

"No they don't." Mikey abruptly answered, his eyes still closed. He tried to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"Le… Leo's dead…"

Donnie's eyes widened. Mikey seemed so sure in his voice all of a sudden.

"You can't be su-"

"Yes I can!" Michelangelo yelled, breaking away from his brother to stand up straight.

"Leo's dead and Raph doesn't want out help! He… he said so, he told me to stay away from him…" He broke into sobs, obviously shaken, but so was Don. Raph had for some reason contacted them to get them out of the way, but it didn't seem logical. If Raph didn't want them to find him, he could have kept himself from calling - unless someone had made him or that he had felt the need to make them turn around… as if he knew, they were on their way!

"Snap out of it," Donatello commanded, his voice hard, "Maybe he said, he didn't want our help, but deep inside, I know he didn't mean it." Don stood up to look at his brother, a flame burning in his eyes.

"Leonardo might be gone, Mikey, but we can't let anything happened to Raphael. Not now, not ever, do you hear me?"

Mikey nodded, not really sure what had happened to his brother. E had never seen such a determination, not even when he was tinkling with his gadgets in the lair. And he believed him. A new hope had been planted in Mikey's soul, the darkness wasn't so deep anymore.

"But - how do we find him?" he asked slowly. Don scratched his cheek quickly, thinking of a strategic fact to use.

"When he called you," Donnie said, still deep in thoughts, "Did you hear anything? Sounds of a motor or such?"

The orange-cladded turtle thought hard. He had only paid attention to Raph's voice - or had he? Something slowly came to his mind.

"Well," he began, suddenly not so sure if the information could lead them anywhere, "I could hear the thunder two seconds later in the cell…"

Mikey looked down on the pavement… why had he even remembered such a stupid thing? Because he had been scared of thunder, when he was younger. They had all been, except for Raph, the toddler who had run out of the lair to try and catch it, before it would come and attack them. Well, if master Splinter hadn't stopped him on the way out and had explained, that the thunder couldn't hurt them, but it was still scary to listen to the first nights.

"You're a genius!" Don cheered, snapping his fingers.

"I am?" Mikey questioned skeptically.

"Sure. If you could hear the thunder two seconds away, that must mean that Raph has been two kilometers away when he called, and that it has been in the opposite direction from the light." Don pointed out in the horizon behind them, "And the light came from that direction. I saw it too, so Raph must be… that way" Don pointed it out, eager to get moving.

Mikey was actually smiling for a second. God, he loved his brother for being so smart, and even in a situation as tight as this one. But something struck him.

"What about Sensei?" Mikey quivered, "He needs to know."

"I-" Don blinked, "I tried calling him, but he didn't answer. We need to call him again later, but we don't have time to go back. This could be a matter of seconds…"

Michelangelo nodded. He understood. But why wasn't Splinter taking his shell cell? He hoped everything was right at home…

"Come on," Don interrupted his thoughts, "Let's find Raph." Mikey nodded, following his brother, as they ran as fast as they could towards the pointed out direction.