I am aware that it has taken some time for me to post this chapter, and for that I am truly sorry. I had to take my mind off it shortly to gain some new inspiration. But thanks to all of you who still follows and reviews - it means alot to me.

Michelangelo's eyes went from the window in the large vehicle to look at the other passengers around him. Soft blips could be heard from the video game in his hands, as he had forgotten to pause it. Each of them was minding their own business and no words were shared amongst them. Casey was sitting behind the wheel in the Battle Shell, as it drove over the bumpy roads on its way to Casey's old farmhouse in North Hampton. Things had been packed rather quickly, and the young turtle understood why. His father and master was trying to get them away from New York to prevent another fight between the teenagers of the sewer lair. Angel and Raphael had been close to killing each other, and Splinter feared that there was some kind of connection between their mood swing and the rats going berserk. He hadn't read the paper clip, but Splinter had explained it briefly. And now he was stuck here, in his seat while waiting for the old farm to smile to him in the distance. The trip to Massachusetts was simply too long for a teenage turtle – especially, when the game he was holding wasn't keeping him amused. Why was it? He looked down at the machine, seeing the "Game over" flash on the screen. He usually loved video games, but now it was the last thing he wanted to do. Turning the thing off, his eyes caught sight of a bird flying above the vehicle and slowly got farther away from them. How he wished he could be that bird and get away from it all. The situation between him and his family was tense, but it was still better than what it had been home in the lair. After the fight between his brother and Angel, no one had really talked to each other, maybe because they were afraid of doing something they would regret – no one was acting like themselves… And still, Michelangelo had packed down the game console in his hands. He hadn't been advised by his sensei. Perhaps it had been a reflex, or it could have been something inside his mind still being intact- Damn, he was sounding like Don! The thought made him chuckle lowly to himself though. He had always taken his brother's intelligence for granted, not really thinking about how things would be without the wits of the ninja. As for now, Don was sitting with his beak firmly stuck into a book with sudoku that he had brought with him, desperately trying to solve even the easiest of them. But judging from his face, it wasn't going too smoothly.

Suddenly something smiled to him in the distance, and Michelangelo blinked. A sign coming their way, telling them that the boring carried would be over soon. Finally some light in the horizon. Being a bit happier, Mikey decided on giving his video game another chance. He quickly switched it on, hearing the familiar sound of the game starting up. And it actually was a bit of fun now. Not as much as usual, but it was enough to make him keep his focus on the small screen for the rest of the drive.

"Mikey, we're here," April bend down to look over his shoulder for some attention. Mikey blinked at her confused. It couldn't have been half an hour since… could it? Had the time really gone by that fast? It seemed like it, and the teenager shut off the power and stuck the machine down into his belt and followed April along with the bag he had packed. Carrying it upstairs, he suddenly remembered one thing – they were all going to sleep in the same room. How would that work out? He placed the large bag on one of the madras's, seeing that Leo had went to find pillows and blankets in the closet, while the rest of the group carried their things upstairs as well.

The second floor was suddenly crowded, as the four turtles and the cat were all there. And it was at that time, Leo turned around with the pillows and threw one for each of them, which most of them caught – most of them!

Raph turned to see the pillow come flying at him and only had time to open his mouth, before it hit him square in the face with a thud. The floor was silent. Even though his brother's rage had eased a lot during the car trip, how could they be sure if he was calm enough to take an apology.

"Leo…" Raphael growled and narrowed his eyes, taking one step back. Don and Mikey weren't sure if they should jump in or not. Raph had a gleam in his eyes, which could only mean one thing…

"PILLOW FIIIIGHT!" Raph charged at his blue masked brother with his pillow, hitting Leo on the arm as the older brother tried to dodge. In a weak attempt of a counterattack, Leo swung the pillow and hit Mikey instead, who immediately caught the chance for an opening. He got a good hold on his own pillow and jumped into the fight, and soon five teenagers and feathers were flying through the air, as they tried to fight each other.

Running up the stairs, Splinter, Casey and April stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them, as they reached the upper floor. They had expected another vicious fight, but the only ones getting harmed here were the poor pillows. They all seemed to have forgotten their problems for a while.

The three of them stood in ave, admiring the ongoing fight. April shock her head, as she chuckled to herself, and Splinter scratched his chin momentarily.

"Kids…" he muttered and turned around to walk down the stairs again. He was releaved that it hadn't been more than kids play. After all, they were only kids-

"GOONGALAH!"

Aaaand Casey joined the fight, but what could one expect from him…?