A/N: This is the end of our little adventure. Think of this as an epilogue, I suppose. As I said, I might be persuaded to make a sequel, but only if inspiration calls. Thanks to all those who have stuck with this story. You guys are the best! Thank you for all of the awesome reviews, favorites and follows.

A couple of days later, Sarah stood on the rooftop where she had slept so many night when she was homeless, waiting for her angel to show as promised. When he arrived later to give Sarah the T-phone, Mikey asked her to text him and tell him when they were leaving so they could meet because he wanted to say good-bye to her before she left. He suggested telling Linda and her husband that she would be meeting April to say good-bye. Sarah just wished he would show up soon because she was a little more frightened than usual after all that's happened, and to top it all off, she was getting chilly, even under the purple sweater and blue jacket. Linda had bought her a lot of new clothes for her small, frail body. Sarah was thinking of telling Linda she didn't have to buy her all those new outfits, but seeing the look on the nurse's face every time she came out of the dressing room told her that it gave Linda more joy than it did her, so she bit her tongue and showed appreciation.

After another two minutes, Mikey and the other turtles jumped onto the roof in front of Sarah. She smiled warmly to her angel and the others. They all grinned back as Mikey received a warm embrace from the little ten-year-old. Mikey was surely going to miss her when she left. Sometimes, he guiltily wished she had fought tooth and nail to stay in the city and not live with Linda and Jacob, but Mikey knew that was selfish and out of the question all together. She would be safer with a family and a home he hoped.

"Angel, I'm gonna miss you," Sarah said to her turtle friend.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Sarah," Mikey told her as she released him, digging into her back pocket of her blue jeans.

"I made you something to remember me by," Sarah said, pulling out two plush dolls, crocheted with yarn. One was of an oval-shaped turtle with an orange ribbon with two holes for the blue eyes tied around the head. The other one was smaller human figure with a green dress. Mikey gasped at his gift, taking them out of her hand. "This one's me and that one's you," Sarah added.

"I didn't know you could knit," Mikey said

"Crochet really. My mother taught me some of the knots. I found the dress though. I wanted to thank you for the picture frame in a special way," the little girl said. Mikey smiled and told the child he loved it and thanked her. "I knew you came into my life for something. My mom always said you don't meet others by accident. You weren't there only to save me from stuff but to help me. It's like that thing about the fish and the man, something about lifetime."

"Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime," the turtle named Donnie with the purple bandana clarified for her.

"Yeah, you taught me to fish. Thank you," Sarah said to Mikey. He grinned a goofy grin and scratched the back of his head.

"Ah, it was nothing an angel couldn't handle, you know," Mikey bragged. His brothers rolled their eyes in the background. Sarah just laughed. She found his antics amusing. She didn't really think he thought that highly of himself. She kind of thought he pretended to me conceited to get attention. Kind of like, "No one else is going to brag on me, so I'll do it myself." Sarah knew that she could be wrong. He could really be that full of himself, or maybe he just like to annoy his brothers. She didn't know, but it was still amusing to her.

Sarah shivered as a cold breeze went through her body and decided it was time to go home. She allowed Mikey to carry her over the rooftops as he ran when the turtles persuaded her to let them take her home. She directed them the way to Linda and Jacob's old house where they would stay until morning. When they arrived, they landed in an alleyway, and Sarah almost started to cry as she hugged each turtle and thank them for all they did. She saved Mikey for last.

"I'm going to miss you most of all, Scarecrow," she teased. Mikey laughed sheepishly and suggested she go inside before she caught another illness. She went inside, waving to them then hurriedly ran upstairs to her room, nearly tripping over a box that somehow slid in her way on its own in Sarah's mind, to watch her friends leave. She leaned on her windowsill, sitting on her knees, as she watched the silhouette of four giant, mutant turtles disappear into the shadows of New York City.

Sarah couldn't help but remember the start of this whole story. She was thinking of how unfair it was that other girls and boys were in their beds, afraid of imaginary monsters that lurked only inside the recessions of their on mind that was fueled by childish fear and how much she envied them.

By living alone, homeless on the streets of a city she didn't know, she grew to think that there were no good left in the world because her monsters were real. Bad guys hid in every shadow from the murderer she had witnessed kill a man the first night she ran away from the orphanage to the mugger that had stolen that poor lady's purse.

Even the people who seemed friendly didn't show her much kindness when she would beg for food. She had given up on ever going to school, getting a family, being loved. She nearly gave up on ever believing there were good people left in the world. Mikey, the angel on earth, taught her otherwise, giving back her faith in humanity and the world. He was a person that wasn't really a person but still saved her, a homeless child he'd just met, then did all he could to help her survive, even giving her a family, unbeknownst to him in the beginning, of course, then convincing her to accept the opportunity that Linda and Jacob were making, even if it meant moving away. Mikey was one of the good guys, she knew, reminded her of her mother. It all happened for a reason and she was eternally grateful to Mikey, a savior, angel, ninja in the night, and one day she was going to be just like him. Sarah was going to be a hero too.

THE END

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Question of the Day: What is your favorite part of a book/story? Beginning? Middle? End?