"Not very." Leonardo gives a light shake of his head, treading carefully - it isn't at all uncommon for Don to space out for hours at a time. But tonight there's a distinct horror in his brother's eyes, and it tells him that Donatello's mind is going to dark places.

He glances around the room one more time, verifying that Raphael isn't there. It's disconcerting, but if something actually happened, Donatello would have come to him immediately. Leonardo clenches his jaw and moves to sit down on the couch. Time to repeat the question. "Did something happen?"