A few weeks past and the teenage mutant turtles hadn't heard anything from their brother or the Foot nin. Life almost went back to normal, except now when the turtles went out on patrol, they went looking for their brother too. After the Foot nin's base had burned down the police had found some very interesting and very illegal equipment when they searched through the rubble to find the bodies. But all Master Splinter, his boys, and their friends had cared about was the part of the report that said evidence had been found that indicated two people had hidden under a very large turtle shell when the building collapsed.

The police started finding criminals beat up and tied up. Attempted rape victims claimed they were saved by two boys, both in their late teens, with blond and red hair. Later, murders and rapes were being stopped on a grander scale by ninjas with the Foot nin insignia on their backs. Criminals began to fear walking the streets at night. The turtles tried interrogating the ninjas for their brother's whereabouts, but they refused to tell them where he was, and said only "He doesn't want to be found."

The day came when a blond haired boy with a smug expression on his face brought in a large man and disappeared mysteriously before he could be questioned. Turned out, he matched the DNA found at the crime scene of a murder/rape victim that took place a few months before. That night, Raph found a letter in the alleyway where a little girl had been murdered.

Hey guys,

I know you're still looking for me. The ninja in my squad won't stop complaining about harassment. I wanted to tell you that I'm fine. My life isn't normal. It's better and more exciting than that. I have a friend here who has my back, and once this whole "Save the day" thing becomes a permanent Foot nin night job, we may even retire. Until then, maybe we'll see you around somewhere. Master Splinter, thank you for raising me. And guys, thank you for being my brothers. I couldn't have wished for better.

Stay alive,

Michelangelo

PS: Seriously, though, stop scaring my guys.

Zack observed his friend closely as they watched his brother read the note. "Is it okay not to tell them?" He barely breathed the words but he knew Michael would hear them.

"Tell them what?"

"How about that you can't remember your childhood? Or the names of your friends?"

"Why on earth would I tell them that?"

"… Because they're your family... No matter how weird that is."

"And that's why I don't want to hurt them. It'll come back to me, eventually. Until then, I'll keep doing what feels right, and what we're doing now, it feels right." Zack shrugged.

"Kind of hard to argue with that." They leaped across the chasm and landed on the other side, just as the sun began to rise.

"Hey, Zack, what do you want for dinner today?"

He groaned,"Anything but pizza."

Micheal laughed and said, "Pizza it is, then."