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It happened in the blink of an eye. One minute Donatello had been talking with April on the computer, and the next ...
The lair! What happened to the lair!?
Oh no ... no no no...
"Raph! Mikey!" he called out as he waded through the debris and remnants of all he had ever known.
Where is everybody..?
He made it topside, and a world so horribly wrong greeted him back.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before he found Mikey, or rather before Mikey found him, taking down an entire batallion of foot ninja all on his own.
And what a sight he was: one- armed and war-weary. A permanent scowl affixed his face.
Mikey, so much older now and with a gravelly color to his voice, accused him of abandoning their family thirty years ago.
"I... I didn't," he told him earnestly.
Because it was the truth. How could he ever abandon them?
Thirty years ...
"So, the turtle with the big brain finally doesn't have all the answers," Mikey mused humorlessly, "Who'da thunk it? But we can't talk here."
They moved through the shadows of New York City, and Mikey ... told him everything.
It had been days since then.
Days of living in this future.
Splinter and Casey were long dead. The Shredder now ruled.
And his brothers ...
His brothers had changed.
They just weren't themselves - not as he knew them.
Donatello trembled on his knees before his father's grave. He bowed his head low to the floor.
"I'll fix this," he whispered, balling his hands in the dirt.
I swear.