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Mikey wasn't sure if he should be relieved or more worried. When they told Master Splinter about Sarah, all he did was scratch his beard, close his eyes, and walk back to his bedroom. Mikey wasn't sure if he was off the hook or Splinter was in there thinking of the harshest punishment possible. Mikey was positive it was the latter, and for that reason alone, his imagination continued to think of the possible torture treatments that his master would dish out. He couldn't decide which punishment was worst, cleaning the whole lair for a month while wearing a maid's uniform or no pizza for a week, but he knew which one was currently winning and wearing a maid's uniform didn't sound so bad. Michelangelo's mind continued to betray him until Splinter came out of his room and grabbed everyone's attention by clearing his throat. Mikey stood up and laced his fingers together nervously behind his back and waiting for his father to speak.

"Michelangelo. What you did was very dangerous, but I know your heart was in the right place," Splinter began. "I can't tell you how disappointed and proud of you I am. There is no doubt that you believe this girl to be harmless; however, your willingness to trust has gotten you into trouble before."

Splinter began walking to Michelangelo, who had hung his head. "And you lied to me," Splinter said in disappointment when he reached his youngest son. Mikey bowed his head lower in shame, waiting for Splinter to knock him in the head with his walking stick. That's what he always did when he would get angry with them, but Splinter sounded more pained than angry and that made Mikey's heart clench painfully in guilt to the point where he actually wanted his father to hit him. When the blow never came, Mikey raised his head and looked confusedly at Master Splinter.

"I want to see this girl. You must take me to her. If what you believe is true, then the girl is in danger, and I want to gather my opinion of her before I rush to judgment. If this Sarah is, indeed, harmless, then we must help her." To say Mikey was surprised would be an understatement. Mikey suddenly smiled.

"Then you believe me… and I'm not in trouble?"

"Yes… and no," Splinter said. "I can't abide lying, Michelangelo." Mikey's face fell. "However, I now know you didn't go to bed when I told you to because you were out helping someone. So instead of punishing a good intention, we'll take the earlier punishment and use it for the poor judgment of lying to me. How does that sound?" Mikey couldn't hold his excitement. He embraced his father, yelling, "Yes, thank you, Master Splinter! You're the best!" Splinter chuckled, placing a furry hand on his son's head.

"You're welcome, my son." Mikey looked up at Splinter then to his brother with a smug expression.

"And you guys thought I would get in trouble," Mikey arrogantly said.

"You want to get more punishment?" Splinter asked, playfully. Mikey spun around in horror.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I, uh…" Splinter laughed at his youngest son.

"Now that that is settled. Tonight, you must take me to this girl. I want to see her for myself," the old rat informed as he retreated to his room once more.

"Hai, Sensei," the turtles said in unison.

Mikey was ecstatic. Not only did he not have to lie anymore, but he wasn't getting punished, not really anyway, and he didn't have to help Sarah alone. Mikey couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, when Master Splinter met Sarah and saw how harmless she was, he could convince his father to let Sarah live with them. It's not like she had anywhere else to go. It'd be perfect. Mikey always wanted to be a big brother.

The sky was lit with the artificial lights of New York City. The rooftops of the scattered, cluttered buildings that the Hamato family ran across reflected a small glow. They were no clouds in the sky, just the dull, dark burgundy color. Mikey wished he could see the stars; he had never seen any before, not in reality, just what he saw on TV and various books. It grew Mikey's curiosity about the small objects that, when asked, Donnie explained to be some sort of huge ball of particles and gas or something like that. Mikey really wasn't listening after his brother got all scientific since Mikey preferred to know the short answer of the dumb version. Besides, it was more fun to conjure up his own reason of why the sky was blue or how the birds fly.

Looking up at the sky, Mikey grinned to himself as they caught up to where they left Sarah the night before. But when they entered the old shop, they discovered the place to be messier than they remembered with Sarah nowhere to be seen. Upon further inspection, they realized that there was signs of a struggle. Splinter pointed out to the boys of the tiny specks of blood that littered the floor and walls. It made Mikey stomach sink just thinking of what had happened.

Michelangelo strode over to Sarah's makeshift bed, finding a broken picture frame of two adults at a wedding. They looked happy. The woman was laughing, her veil falling over her shoulder as her straight dark hair cascaded down her back while she threw her head back slightly, making Mikey question what was so funny and wishing he had been there so he would know. Her wedding dress was a silky, strapless gown with a pearl necklace accessorizing the fancy but simple attire. The light-haired groom was in a traditional tuxedo, smiling at he stared at his bride with his hand gently placed over hers as they cut the wedding cake. Mikey assumed the people in this photo were Sarah's mother and father.

Mikey decided to take the picture with him so when they find Sarah he'd have it with him. He could probably replace the frame so it wouldn't be broken when he'd give it to her. Yeah, that's what he would do.

Michelangelo began walking towards his brothers and Splinter whom were busy with finding evidence as to whom might've taken the young girl. Suddenly, Mikey stepped on what felt like paper. He looked down to find another picture, which wasn't in a frame like the wedding photo. Mikey picked it up, finding that the picture was torn around the edges and was wrinkled in some places in the middle. Mikey thought that it wasn't fair and decided to put this one in a new frame for protection.

Mikey scanned the people in the picture. It was Sarah and an older version of the woman in the wedding photo; they were lying on their backs among many beautiful flowers as they smiled up at the camera. Sarah looked a tad younger in a pink T-shirt and ladybug earrings and her hair pulled back in what looked like a braid. Her mother wore a white, buttoned-up, long-sleeved shirt with her brown hair lying loosely on the ground while her grey eyes casts a side-ways glance towards her daughter.

"Earth to Mikey!" Raph yelled to get his brother's attention. Mikey yelp as he jumped, wondering how long they were trying to get his attention.

"What did you find Mikey?" Leo asked. Mikey sadly allowed his brothers and sensei to see the happy life that Sarah once had. Mikey knew it wasn't perfect, but it was way better than fending for herself at age ten while living on the streets of New York and trying to escape a psycho Foot soldier who's trying to convince her that he is her real father. Wait! The Foot!

"Guys, I know who took Sarah!"

Sarah woke up in a dark, dungeon-like facility, lying on a cot that was obviously more comfortable than the floor. She rose up, glancing around the strange room. There was nothing in the room but the concrete ceiling and floors, the stone walls and the cot she laid in. The steel door that she knew held her captive had metal prison bars on top on the small window with what looked like to Sarah as a mail slot, like the one's in houses that lived in small, quiet neighborhoods. There was a small shelf bolted into the door under the strange open slot.

Fear spread all over Sarah's body when she heard the clink of a metal door at the end of a corridor near to where she was held. She found refuge under the twin sized cot, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't open the door to her cell, but it wasn't her lucky day as she heard keys jingle just outside her door. The lock clicked and the squeak of the door being open made Sarah snuggle fearfully closer to the wall, praying they wouldn't look under they bed but knowing that was a stretch considering the cot was the only thing in there with her, so where else would she be?

Sarah covered her ears to block out the sound of the person's slow, deliberate footsteps as they crept closer to where she hid. When the person's shoes came into sight, she abandoned her ears to cover her mouth to muffle any noise that dared escape her throat. Sarah wished she could hum. Her mother always told her to hum whenever she felt scared and it would make her feel better. But she couldn't do that without giving away her location, so she began to cry softly instead, wishing that whoever was the owner of those black tennis shoes would go away and leave the door to her cell unlocked so she could escape.

Suddenly, the tickle of a cough made its way to her throat, gagging her until she made a strained, muffled cough in the back of her throat, succeeding in satisfying her urge but also giving away her location.

The stranger got on their hands and knees, checking the cot to see Sarah fearfully curled up underneath with her hands over her mouth and tears staining her cheeks. Sarah recognized the man from last night and she whimpered. Where was that angel when she needed him?

"Hi, Sarah. Don't be scared," he foolishly said. "My name is Trent, your real father." Sarah had decided this man was a liar a long time ago but this proved her right. First of all, she knew he wasn't her real father; her mother would have told her, wouldn't she. He might have the same color eyes and hair, but that was as far as the resemblance went in Sarah's eyes. To her, she looked more like Randy, the man her mother loved and the father Sarah loves even though she had never met him.

And dumb, Sarah thought childishly as she thought back to what he said. He wants me to not be scared when he kidnaps me.

The man moved to retrieve something from the top of the cot, then appearing in her line of vision was a cheese burger, making the small girl's eyes widen and her mouth water. She hadn't had one of those in so long. She thought about refusing the meal offered to her, but her stomach decided that it was time to eat. After all, she didn't eat but a half-eaten bagel from the trash that morning and she was taken before her angel would have appeared since she could still see a little sunlight sneak through the cracks and windows of the shop that acted as shelter for the time being. She had guessed it was late afternoon, just before dark, when this Trent kidnapped her, and her angel wouldn't have appeared until late that night, so she was starving and thirsty.

She hesitantly reached for the food, wondering if it was just a trick and he would jerk back coldly at the last-minute, but he didn't. When Sarah's bony finger curled around the sandwich, she hungrily devoured it as Trent handed her two bottles of water.

As Trent stood, leaving the girl to eat under the bed in peace, he chimed, "I'll be back later to take you to the bathroom and clean you up and give you a fresh change of clothes. Welcome home, Sarah." The tone in the man's voice sent shivers down her spine and up again. The man was a liar; it didn't look like any home she ever saw, and it felt more like a kidnapping than a welcome. She hated him, and she feared him as well. If he really did know her parents, why didn't her mother ever bring him up? That thought sent sparks of uneasiness to her stomach, causing her to slow down on her eating.

The man's footsteps walked away, back to the door he came through. Sarah nearly choked and jumped out of her skin when he intentionally slammed the door then locked it back.

Angel, Mom, Dad, Sarah pleaded, "help me."