Sensei only wanted to make sure Donatello was alright. He had been distracted and distant these past few days. Who could blame him? Those wrappers were plaguing his mind with "what ifs" and regret. He simple told the man he calls father that he was thinking up something new but hit a wall and has been working on it tirelessly.

Master Splinter accepted this response but still felt his son was carrying a great burden, but he would not force the boy to speak. He was a teenager, a young man. He needs to make his own decisions and learn how to deal with their consequences and rewards. So he left it up to Donatello if he wanted to tell him. Splinter knew he would when he was ready, but not now. He dismissed Donatello who retired to his lab, the room door slightly ajar.

He slumped into his chair and spun in it for a few seconds, his hand on his head as he let out a sigh. His pools of deep brown looked red in his exhaustion, yet they glanced at the last wrapper. He couldn't stop now. He needed to know, what Mikey was going to do. He grasped it and carefully opened it. He realized he didn't need a Mircoscope to read it this time. There were only 2 words written. Words that he heard out loud, uncomfortably close to him.

Wrapper #15/Michaelangelo

"Hello brother."

Wrapper End

Before he could even react, he felt a prick in his arm and a cloth covered his face. His vision darkened and blurred, the only sound he registered was a low, humorless chuckle. The laugh reminded him of Mikey, yet much too cold to be his happy younger brother. Then the world vanished.