Said terrapin looked into her eyes closely and snuggled into her chest. Chantée held him tightly while rubbing his head. She didn't want to let him go for fear that if she does, he will disappear from her life. She feared that she will lose herself if the one little light in her life was taken away forever.

Several Minutes Later

The small family of mutants made their way to the nearest alley where they could duck down into the city's sewers. Chantée had a royal blue, short-sleeve shirt, black pants, black jacket, and black rain boots. Michelangelo was wrapped in an orange baby blanket to help protect him against the cold winds and is asleep. Kristen and Christian were inside the light blue and white baby bag that hung off of Chantée's shoulder.

The blonde looked around to make sure no one was following them before disappearing from sight.

She searched the sewers for a good while before stopping because Michelangelo started getting fussy. She fed him some baby food that held little pieces of lettuce before continuing on her way. The twins popped their heads out and warned her that there was something up ahead. She granted them permission to scout and stayed hidden.

After waiting for a few minutes, Christian came back and informed her that there was a giant, humanoid rat and three turtles inside of an abandoned subway station.

'This must be Michelangelo's family.' She thought as she silently made her way to where the mutant family was located.

When she got there, she carefully peaked around the corner and became surprised at the sight of a huge black and brown rat in a pinkish-red kimono. He was sitting seiza-style as he watched three little turtles roam/play around.

A dark green turtle kept head butting a turtle that was slightly lighter than him causing the other to get frustrated and tackle him. Another turtle with wide brownish-red eyes was crawling around with curious eyes as it ignored its siblings.

Seeing this caused Chantée lower her eyes with warmth. It was such a lovely picture, but she knew that there was something missing. Or rather, someone.

"Come out! I know you are hiding!" Came the stern voice of the man-sized rat. Chantée's eyes narrowed as she stepped from behind the wall. She stood tall and watched as the other herded his children behind him. The blonde locked eyes with him, and they silently studied each other. They were waiting for any indication that their opponent meant any harm.

"What are you doing here?" Questioned the humanoid rat. Chantée stayed quiet before answering emotionlessly.

"Returning what you lost."

Splinter barely lifted a white eyebrow.

"Oh? And what, pray tell, did I lose?" He shot back. Chantée looked into her arms, bringing the other's eyes to her carriage. She slowly lifted a hand and faintly noticed that the mutant tensed. She continued on and parted the blanket from the body pressed against her. Splinter watched warily as she revealed what she was holding. When she did, his eyes widened drastically.

There, in this girl's arms, was his missing son.

"Michelangelo..." He breathed. The blonde looked up at him, surprised, before slowly walking over to him. He waited anxiously as she came closer.

When she was but a foot away, he could clearly see the youngest turtle that he had been looking for since three nights ago. He was sucking food from a baby bottle and looking up at him with bright blue eyes. Splinter could not have been any happier. He looked up to the beautiful young girl in front of himself in question.

"How did you find him?" He asked. She tightened her hold on the little terrapin.

"I found him with his hand caught between some rocks a few days ago. He was swept by the current and was crying out. I was puzzled at his appearance at first, but knew that I needed to get him out of there. I know turtles are cold blooded and that I had to save him from freezing to death, so I took him in and cared for him." She confessed. Splinter stayed quiet for a while. He silently held out his arms in a gesture to hold his child. Chantée gave him the eating baby and took a few steps back. Splinter gazed down lovingly at his son and rubbed his cheek with one hand. Michelangelo took the bottle out of his mouth and giggled happily. He took the hand that rubbed against him affectionately in one hand and waved it around. Splinter smiled softly and nuzzled his babe.

Chantée looked upon the scene with sorrow. She knew just by looking at him that her little Mikey would be staying with his father. She couldn't blame him either. I mean, what parent wouldn't keep their lost child close to them?

She looked behind the two to see the three toddlers huddled together with wary looks. One had blue eyes, darker than Michelangelo, and was in front of the other two, trying to keep the other two away from her. The one with bright green eyes had a small scowl on his face as he glared at her. The taller one had brownish-red eyes that were looking at her in fear. She studied them for a while before her analysis was cut off by her two companions telling her that it was time to leave. The mutant family all looked to her in surprise or curiosity, sans Michelangelo.

"Normally, I would not allow myself to see someone close to me live like this, but I understand that you 'and myself' all are not exactly humans. You finally have your lost child within your arms, and I know that I cannot separate a loving family such as this. If you so wish, I will never come back here. I just wish for Michelangelo, and all of your children, to grow up strong under their caring father." She spoke up quietly. Splinter looked to her in surprise for a moment. He could tell that she was genuine in her statement just by looking into her blue-grey eyes. There was no disgust nor fear in her body language and in her words. He saw that she truly wished them the best of luck despite her reluctance to part with the youngling she saved.

Christian spoke to Chantée urgently about her having to get a move on before she's late to perform. Kristen was the same, and it kind of annoyed her a bit that they persisted.

"Va bene. IO vado, voi due," (Alright. I am going, you two) she spoke quickly. The two rodents backed down and rested by her feet. Chantée look up into the wise eyes of the humanoid rat.

"Please take care of yourself and the little ones. They need at least one parent in their life. Oh! Here," she held out the baby-blue bag to him, "there are enough bottles in here for the other three, as well. There is baby formula and fresh lettuce in here for them. Mix the formula with fresh water and add in half a bottle of small pieces of lettuce. This will keep them full for a while, and I have enough formula in here that may last them a day or two... Well, I guess this is goodbye."

Splinter stayed quiet through the whole instruction. He watched the girl reach out to his youngest and rubbed his head. This blonde truly cared about the babe. Michelangelo grinned, not aware of the tension, and held a finger connected the hand of his mother figure.

"Goodbye, piccolo."

Chantée placed the bag on the ground and proceeded to walk out of the home to the five mutants. They all watched her go with varying expressions.

Michelangelo began making gurgling sounds toward her, but she did not stop. She did not look back. He kept up the sounds and tears began to form in his eyes. He wanted his mama. He didn't want her to leave. She was really nice and gave him toys! No! She can't leave! He won't let her!

She disappeared.