Closing the door, Raph frowned, his concern over Mikey’s absence growing. Entering Mikey’s room, Raph flicked on the lights and looked around, thinking he might spot some clue to Mikey’s whereabouts, maybe even a note, but the room contained nothing more than Mikey’s usual ordered chaos. Thoroughly worried now, Raph went back downstairs and debated waking Master Splinter. It wasn’t unusual for one of them to go out alone but they always told somebody in the family. Even Raph, who spent more time topside than anyone else, still informed either his father or one of his brothers of his plans, no matter what kind of mood he was in. Shaking his head, Raph stepped away from his father’s door. If Mikey had told Master Splinter he was going out, their father wouldn’t have gone to bed. Either that or he’d have let Leo know so that big brother could sit up and make sure Mikey got back in one piece. The indisputable truth was that Mikey had gone off on his own and for some reason hadn’t wanted anyone to know. Starting to get a glimmer of how Leo felt when Raph stayed out later than expected, the red banded turtle ran back upstairs and into his room to get his shell cell. Rather than risking having the sound of his voice wake Leo, Raph waited until he was back downstairs and in the kitchen before calling Mikey. The phone didn’t even ring. There was a second of silence and then Mikey’s recorded voice chirped in Raph’s ear, telling him to leave a message. Alarmed, Raph started pacing, periodically glancing up at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was just after one-thirty a.m. Even if Mikey had taken a notion to ride his skateboard in order to burn off some energy, he wouldn’t be doing so this late.
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