It was another peaceful night on Manhattan's sewers. Donatello was leaving the lab after finishing his new project. While wiping his sweaty forehead, he noticed Michelangelo sitting on the couch ... sad?
Oh, wait a minute ... something was not right there.
It was strange his younger brother not having a smile on his face. After all, Mikey was always in a good mood and giggling wherever he was. Dropping the towel, Donatello sat close to his little brother.
"Something wrong, Mikey?"
Mikey turned his face to look at Donatello. The oldest turtle felt pain in the chest when he saw his little brother with tears in his eyes. Determined to make him feel better, Donatello let Mikey lay down on his thighs, to tell his problem.
"Anyway, why are you awake at this time?"
"Hmmm...I...i had a nightmare..." Donnie stared softly at him. Mikey looked so scared. "I dreamed...i was alone...the lair was...destroyed...when i tried to talk with Master Splinter... he... he was ..." Michelange