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Michelangelo flipped his skateboard under him, the wheels making a rumbling noise against the concrete of the rooftop. He enjoyed every second of the cool breeze hitting his face, along with the music blaring through his headphones.
As he looked ahead, he realized that the gap where a street came between two buildings was much to wide for him to jump. He dragged his foot on the roof, trying to slow himself down, but quickly jerked it back onto the board. He was moving much too fast to stop himself that way; the concrete stung his foot.
Michelangelo was nearing the end of the rooftop. He put his foot on the front of the board and shifted his weight onto it. It launched him forward. He rolled onto the roof and dragged himself to a stop by digging his fingertips into the rooftop. Pushing himself up, he saw that the skateboard was still moving, headed for the edge.
"No!" he cried before remembering that he wasn't supposed to be making sprinted for the board. It tipped over the edge of the roof and started to fall, but it was stopped by Mikey's hand. He grabbed it by the wheel and pulled it up, saving the oblivious passerby below from a terrible headache.
He allowed himself a sigh of relief.
Man, would it have been hard to explain to Leo why that dude had been hit by a random skateboard, he thought, and who knows how that poor guy's day went?
His eyes widened in the realization that all the people that he saw on this street right now had lives as complex, and perhaps as crazy, as his own.
Blowing our own mind again, are we?
He waited for an opening where no one was looking before grappling across the street to resume skating.
A few minutes later, he skidded to a halt. He felt something was off. He looked to the street beside him.
There were no cars, no pedestrians, and no bikes to be seen. The shops were all closed, and no lights were visible from the apartment. The street was completely desolate.
In the city that never sleeps? That's not right...
He looked up the road. At a corner, the street suddenly turned from dark and desolate to bustling, bright, and full of life; the usual air of New York City.
Well, that's odd.
Mikey skated to the corner to look down the intersecting street. On one side, it was dark and void of life, but on the other, there was the usual bustle.
What?
He skated down the intersecting road. Again, the emptiness ended at another street corner. Michelangelo followed the emptiness until he was back where he had noticed it. There was an entire square where the lack of commotion rang out, and the odd thing was, he was the only one who seemed to notice.
The square went on for a while. Mikey didn't have Donnie's sense of measurement, but he knew that the area must have been between one and two miles.
A race? He thought. No, the streets would be marked off, and people would be watching. Then what is going on?
There was only one way to find out. He decided to go into the square.