"Bro, I'm with you," Mike yawned, and invited himself to have a seat beside Don on the bed. Raph and Leo had been acting like Donatello had swallowed TNT since the moment he'd shown up, and still hadn't told them why. Or told either of them why Leo had a scar, or why they were so freaked out when they talked about a battle that they didn't remember.

"Though seriously, can't these things wait till morning? Like, how come we always gotta have these Earth-shattering talks in the middle of the night? Turtle needs his sleep."