Raph was startled awake by the engine of Donnie's garbage truck starting. He got up to check it out, Mikey still snoring away in his bunk, oblivious to anything and everything, except maybe pizza.

He left the room jut in time to see the tail lights of the truck fade away. Leo was already there, watching the truck with his arms crossed. Donnie was there too.

Leo turned to see Raph grumble about the middle of the night, demanding to know what was going on.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. It was your friend who stole the truck." He shrugged.

"My... friend...?" Raph snapped awake. "May?!"

"Yup." Leo nodded, as Donnie was on his knees, blubbering about his "baby". "The box is gone too. With the clue. She must have figured it out."

"The farmhouse?"

"Yeah."

"Figured."

That was when Mikey came out, groaning. "What time is it? An' why's D crying?"

Raph ignored him, turning back to Leo. "Don't be mad at her."

"I'm not." Leo sighed. "I get it. I'm mad about Casey, too. I'm worried about April. But we gotta find a way to the farmhouse. This is way too dangerous for her to do alone."

Raph grinned. "Now you're talking."

A few hours later, May was driving Donnie's big garbage truck down the last stretch of dirt road to where the farmhouse once was. The sun was just peeking over the treetops.

She still couldn't believe how easy it had been to steal from ninjas. The engine starting might have woken them up, but she hadn't stuck around to find out. A door might have been opening from the corner of her eye as she threw the truck into drive and left the lair.

As she neared the last turn-off, May went left instead of right, into a dead-end road that held an abandoned farm that had been "for sale" for years. The sign was so faded it was practically white. She parked the truck behind the huge, leaning barn, and hopped out. She left the key in and left it unlocked. Nobody ever went down that long winding road anyway. It was so overgrown that most assumed it was an old quad trail.

May headed for the old white shed that had the door hanging off the hinges and the rusted latch. She opened it slowly and pulled out an old bicycle that she had discovered years back when her family had pretty much lived in the farmhouse. Sure it was forever stuck in gear 3 but it's tires were still good and it was a much more discreet mode of transportation. The cops were probably still swarming the old farmhouse's ashes, and would hear the garbage truck. A bike was much easier to hide.

She rode back up the grassy road, with minimal difficulty, and headed down the road a little further, until she came to the back approach, which led straight into the overgrown paths of the thick wood surrounding the property. The roots made biking nearly impossible, so May walked the bike up to a large bush and shoved it underneath, burying the part of back tire that was still sticking out with dead leaves and twigs. This was her getaway vehicle. She couldn't risk the cops finding it, or any nosy kid who was bored, either.

May continued up the familiar path, jumping over the creek and crawling under leaning trees that blocked the way. The sun was fully risen and shining bright and hot by the time May had made her way to the outskirts of the property. A small ledge a few feet back into the trees made a perfect spot to lay low and carefully observe.

As she predicted, caution tape was all over the place. A police cruiser's back end was just barely visible by the driveway, partly blocked by the trees that gave May her precious coverage.

She had arrived at the worst time. The only way to get to the ash pile was under the cover of darkness. Not to mention the police were still investigating arson and Casey's murder.

"Stupid..." She muttered under her breath. Maybe if she was lucky, she could wait here until night fall. Lay there, under the brush, unmoving and unseen... all... day...

No way was that plan working out. Back to the abandoned farm was safer-

Before May could decide her next move, there was the sound of another engine. Then there were shouts.

"DROP YOUR WEAPON! I SAID DROP-" Screams.

May held her breath, and watched a younger looking female officer fall back into view, blood pouring from a gunshot wound to her head. Then, a bald man in black jeans and a purple vest stepped into view towards the burnt building.

May watched him place a similar purple box, except this one the dragon outline was black, and it had clearly red eyes.

"Hey Rippah, whatcha wanna do with these bodies?" A female voice with a New Jersey accent asked. A woman stepped into view. She had a mohawk died bright purple, and was wearing ripped clothes, except her purple vest.

"Throw 'em in the trunk, Joey. If the cops are lookin' for them, they won't be investigatin' May. Diamond made it clear he wants her to come to him." The bald man replied.

The woman, Joey, laughed, and they both left. There was the sound of something heavy being dragged, and a trunk closing. Then, the engine started and the vehicle drove off.

It was now or never. May had to get that box before more cops showed up... or the two Purple Dragons came back.

She slowly moved from her hiding place, keeping low. Soon it was apparent nobody else was here, except for the abandoned squad car with its doors wide open, and two large blood smears on the ground.

May moved forward and grabbed the box, careful not to get her fingerprints anywhere. She could already see the news bulletin. Teenage Girl Arrested; Possible Serial Murderer?

She quickly shook her head, and booked it for the path, tucking the box into her pocket and zipping it up. The Purple Dragons had given her a short window to commit her crime and get out. Wait, was she committing a crime? Tampering with evidence by being in a crime scene? No. No, this wasn't her fault. She was not taking the legal fall for any of this. This was the Purple Dragons faults, not hers.

May pulled her bike from the bush, looked up and down the road carefully, several times, and booked it to the abandoned farm when she was certain there were no police coming and the Purple Dragons weren't coming back. Once there, she tucked the bike back out of view and climbed into the garbage truck. Now what? Was she safe sitting there for a few hours? Probably not. The cops would scour the countryside for the bodies.

Her best shot was to go now, before they discovered the scene. May threw the truck into drive and headed out. No cars were at the end of the grass driveway. She needed to get back up the dirt road just until she came to the main gravel road. She knew of another place out here, out of the way for now and hopefully off police radars.

No cars met her on the dirt road, and the only thing she passed on the gravel road was a large manure truck, the driver of which didn't give her a second look.

May followed the gravel road until she came to the bridge, where she turned left off the gravel road onto an old dirt road full of ruts that would destroy any small police cars that went down it. This road went on for ten miles until it forked. May went right, deeper into surrounding trees, until she felt safe enough to stop. This was far enough. They wouldn't come here, at least not yet. She had time to sit, breathe, and open the box.