Love and Loss

Chapter 4: A theory

Donnie's P.O.V:

The next day (A/N Don't worry, time won't be going back and forth from this point on too much. That means every storyline will be at the same day AROUND the same time.)

1:14 pm

"Alright Leatherhead, I think we've relaxed long enough. So what do you say we head out and do more searching?" I asked.

"Yes, let's," replied Leatherhead.

I grabbed my stuff and we both walked out of the garage. As we were walking towards the Shellraiser, Leatherhead began talking to me. "Donatello, we haven't found a single trace of Michelangelo, except for his phone."

I huffed, "Don't remind me."

"No, what I'm saying is, have you ever considered the possibility that the reason we haven't found anything is because Michelaneglo may not be dead?" questioned Leatherhead.

(A/N Get ready for some sciency words)

"Of course I have. That's why I did the math. Mikey weighed about 170 lbs. The height of the Brooklyn bridge is 277 feet. The velocity of gravity is 9.8 m/s. Multiply 9.8 by 277 to get the acceleration of Mikey, which is 2,714.6. Now multiply that by 170, which is 461,482. In conclusion, Mikey hit the water with 461, 482 newtons of force. And water is not a soft surface Leatherhead. So no, unless Mikey grew wings, he died on impact with the water," I said bluntly.

I hated it, but it was the truth. "I see," was all Leatherhead could say.

I turned to look at him to see he remained unconvinced. 'Why?' I thought, 'Do you not believe me? I don't want it to be true either but it just is.'

We got to where the Shellraiser was supposed to be, but someone had already taken it. "Aw come on, who's driving the Shellraiser? Ugh, guess we'll have to walk Leatherhead, seeing as how you can't fit in the Party Wagon."

"Well the Turtle Sub isn't that far away. We'll be fine," assured Leatherhead.

"I really don't wanna walk. Can I just take the Stealth Bike?" I pleaded.

"How am I supposed to keep up with that?" questioned Leatherhead.

"I'll go slow, okay? Just for you," I gave him my puppy eyes.

Leatherhead rolled his eyes. "Lazy."

I ran for the Stealth Bike. The keys were in the bike already. I turned it on and started driving away with Leatherhead who was running next to me.

As I was driving, I noticed something strange. There was a something white peeking out from the seat under me.

I pulled it out and revealed a piece of paper. "What is this?" I whispered.

I couldn't read what it said because I had to keep my eyes on the railroad tracks. I slowed the bike down so I could read the note safely.

'Is this an address?' I thought.

Why would there be an address tucked into the seat of the Stealth Bike. Is it Raph's? Or... Mikey's? Could this be some kind of a clue? 'No, don't be dumb, Donnie,' I thought to myself.

'But what if it is?' I thought again.

"I'll just have to check out this address later," I said aloud.

"What address?" called out Leatherhead.

"Oh, uh, I don't think it's anything important. Just found an address in the Stealth Bike. I think it's Raph's," I responded.

"Oh, okay."

But a part of me couldn't help but think, 'Is it could it be maybe it is I don't know.'