Donatello thumps Raphael on the back, returning the hug in a completely uncharacteristic display of physical affection.

"Well, it's a long story!" he says, holding back almost manic laughter. "Maybe you've heard it! I woke up in a room with a manila envelope and a candle and now I'm trapped in a city where I'll get sick if I don't touch people."

He's afraid if he lets go of Raph the other turtle will disappear somehow. Donatello has made new friends here. (He doesn't think he's ever even had this many friends all in one place before.) But none of them were his brothers.

"Man, having you here is gonna be . . . well, better than not having you here. I know this seems like it sucks, but there is a bright side. We can go out in broad daylight if we want. And wave at people we pass in the street and buy stuff with money. I'm thinking of starting a business!"

His voice lowers and his face drops as he asks the question that's been in the back of his mind. "Mikey and Leo aren't with you, are they?"