Donatello woke up, the sun blazing above and the sky a clear, bright blue.
He rubbed his eyes and stood, brushing off some grass before grabbing his items.
Then he began walking—straight ahead—deeper into the forest.
After several minutes, he spotted a dirty, run-down building.
Despite the grime, it looked oddly futuristic.
He walked up to the door and wiped off the dust with his hand.
Donatello: "Hope there's someone in here who can help."
He reached for the handle and slowly opened the door.
Donatello: "Hello?"
No answer.
Donatello: "Hello!"
This time, a voice called out.
???: "Yeah?!"
Donatello's attention snapped to the sound as he cautiously stepped inside.
Donatello: "Hey—where are you, whoever you are?"
A skinny figure approached from the shadows.
The figure: "Who the hell are you?"
Donatello paused, then answered:
Donatello: "I'm Donatello… the turtle."
The figure: "Okay. And I'm Nero."
Silence.
Then Nero spoke again.
Nero: "What the fuck are you doing in my house?"
Donatello: "I got lost."
Nero: "…Oh."