Ahhhhhhh, the final chapter/epilogue thing. FINALLY! Of course now I get to start on the sequel. Hee hee. I know there are some questions unanswered but I will address those in the sequel. I'm up for any suggestions on what I should do so if anybody has any ideas, let me know. As always, thanks for reading and don't forget to review.

BTW anything written in this type of writing is a flashback. I just didn't like the idea of constantly putting in flashback/end flashback.

It was late that evening when Raphael finally made it to his room. Gently he set down the cherry wood box and ran his finger across the red velvet ribbon. Undoing the simple bow, he slid the lid off and stared at its contents.

"Leonardo," Splinter spoke up at the end of dinner. Everyone was full and just enjoying the conversation and company. "Will you please retrieve the item I asked you to take care of earlier?"

Immediately, Leonardo stood up, bowed and left. As quickly as he went, he returned, carrying a long wooden box.

Splinter accepted the box from Leonardo and turned towards Raphael. "I had Leonardo prepare something for you." Extending his hands he passed the box off to his son. "These were to have been yours many years ago."

Gingerly, Raphael undid the ribbon and opened the box. He was stunned to see two sai, perfect, and nestled inside red velvet lining. Carefully, he lifted one out and held it in his hands. "Thank-you," he whispered, looking at both Leonardo and Splinter.

"You are quite welcome," Splinter smiled. "We will begin your training in saijitsu tomorrow."

Raphael grinned wide as he looked at the weapons one last time and shut the box. He looked around his room at all the cardboard boxes. Some were already opened with the contents spilling out, thanks to Michelangelo, others were still taped shut. Where the heck am I gonna put all this stuff, he thought to himself.

"This should be all of it," Jake said, staring at the cardboard towers stacked everywhere. Most of the cardboard boxes were marked. There was a metal strongbox that was locked. At Jakes suggestion, Raphael slid it under his bed. "Just find a good place to hide the key," Jake reminded him.

"Hey Raph!" a very energetic turtle burst in. "Caitlin said this was the last box." He looked around the room "Oh man," he wiped at his brow as he set the small container down. "Are you gonna have enough room for this stuff?"

"Some of it I'll keep in here, but the rest, I don't know," he scanned the room looking at it all. His eyes caught two boxes in particular. "Hey Mikey," he pointed to two stacked in the corner. "You can open those two. You might like what's in there."

Like it was Christmas, Michelangelo dove into the boxes ripping the tape off. He jumped up and down at the sight before him. "Yes! Please tell me I can play these right now. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

"You might as well let him," a voice said from the doorway. April was standing with her arms folded, amused by the sight of the young turtle hyperactively bouncing around. "He won't leave you alone till you do."

"Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice then, do I?" Raphael admitted.

Without hesitation, the youngest turtle grabbed and armful of video games and rushed out of the room, knocking over anyone that got in his path.

April walked into the Raphael's room. "Caitlin said you guys have an early morning ahead of you."

"I guess that means she's ready to go." Jake looked at Raphael and then at April. "Where is she?"

"Something about giving Donnie Raph's med records."

"Okay, I'll be down in a moment." Jake thought for a moment. "Give us a minute?"

"Sure," April left the room.

Jake turned back to Raphael with a sense of seriousness to his voice. "You okay with all this?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna be okay."

"Here," Jake pulled a manilla envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. "Caitlin and I wanted to make sure that you were taken care of," he passed the envelope over to the large turtle. "You might want to open it when you're alone."

Raphael pulled the envelope out of his back pocket and sat down on the bed. I guess now's as good a time as any. He looked over at the small tiger, staring at him. "You won't tell anyone what's in here will you?"

Raphael opened the envelope. What he saw had him stunned. He quickly pulled out the contents and read the letter.

Dear Raphael,

I'm so glad you finally made it home. Please don't forget that Jake and I love you.

I guess I should explain what's in here. I took the money that Overseer had been embezzling. It's sitting in an offshore account where the government can't touch it. It's all yours kiddo. There's 50 grand cash in the envelope and a little over 3 million sitting in the account. I've included the acct. #, and the bank card with your pin# should you need more cash. It's up to you if you decide to share this with your family. Enjoy it. You've earned it.

The cell phone is an untraceable number. Jake and I will call you on it when we get to Europe.

We love you and be good.

Caitlin

Raphael put the letter and cash back in the envelope and locked them up in the metal box he had under his bed. Walking over to the desk he placed the pone next to his worn tiger. He stared at the stuffed animal for a moment, "I don't suppose you have anything for me, like maybe a few repressed memories?" When he didn't get an answer, he shook his head, disappointed. "I didn't think so." Sighing he crawled into bed and sank into a deep sleep.

"Raph," a voice whispered loudly. "Hey Raph," he felt someone shaking him. "Wake up."

Sleepily, Raphael opened his eyes to see his youngest brother kneeling beside him. "Mikey?" he rubbed at his face trying to wake up. "What gives, I just got to sleep."

"You tell me bro'" he held his hand out to help his brother up. "You called for help and here I am."

"Help?" Confused, Raphael looked around to see all too familiar surroundings. "Noooooo," he groaned. "Not again." He turned to his little brother, "Great, now I'm dreaming of you."

Michelangelo laughed at his brother's reaction. "You didn't dream me bro. I came here because you asked me to."

Raphael looked at Michelangelo as if he had just grown another head.

"Look," Michelangelo tried to explain. "You've heard of sleep walking, right?"

Raphael nodded yes.

"Well, I'm dream walking. I can visit other people dreams or share a dream, most times it happens when someone needs help." He paused for a moment. "Either you or your subconscious called for help so here I am."

Raphael looked at him skeptically. "You can't read minds or nuthin, right?"

"No," he shook his head. "Nothing that deep." He looked around to see that they were back in an older section of the sewers. "This where you disappeared," he blurted out.

"Yeah," Raphael rubbed his forehead, he could feel his frustration creating a headache. "I keep ending up here. I usually hear some kid laughing but no matter how fast I run, I can't catch up to him or find him."

A small giggle was heard in the distance.

"There it is again!" Raphael turned and started to walk off in the direction he thought the sound was coming from.

"Wait," Michelangelo grabbed his arm and held onto him. "Stop for a minute."

"But I gotta try and catch him! I wanna know what's going on!"

Michelangelo thought for a moment. "Think. What did Master Splinter say about you not remembering anything?"

Raphael huffed, "he said to relax and my memories would come to me." He began to grow frustrated. "I don't see what this has to do with……"

Michelangelo held up a hand to stop his brother from talking. "Do what he said," he suggested. "Take a deep breath and relax."

Raphael's eyes narrowed into little slits as he looked at his brother. But since nothing else had worked he decided to try it this way. Breathing in deep, he held his breath for a moment and then slowly exhaled, feeling his heart rate and level of frustration drop.

When Raphael finally became silent, Michelangelo pointed to a small figure standing in the distance. "Relax," he stated. "He'll come to you."

Raphael turned to where Mikey's finger indicated and saw a small turtle carrying a stuffed tiger. "How did!" he turned back but Michelangelo was gone. He turned around to see the younger version of himself slowly walking towards him. When he got close enough, Raphael hit the floor on his knees and stared the little turtle in the eye.

After a moment of silence, the little Raphael spoke. "I was lost. I kept trying to find you." He reached a hand out and touched the cheek of the larger turtle, "Why did you keep running."

"I don't know," Raphael whispered back. "I've missed you."

Immediately he reached out and pulled the small turtle into a hug. Instantly Raphael's eyes opened and he found himself back in his bed. He stood up and went over to the photo of four small turtles. Gently touching the glass, he whispered. "I remember."

Epilogue:

In an unknown corner of a cell block at Riker's Island, there were no sounds. Most of the guards and all of the general population knew nothing about this hidden area. A single guard visited only twice a day to bring food and any other necessities.

At the far end, a very angry man sat alone on a cot. As he did, he plotted his revenge on a large mutant turtle and his two human friends.