Donnie was having a nightmare. In the said nightmare he was a child. A large shadowy figure looked down on him, glaring and growling. Then the figure dropped to all fours like an animal and attacked him. Donnie cried out as he was thrown against a wall. It hurt, a lot.

Donnie hard Leo scream monster. He woke up in a cold sweat, only remembering blood gushing out his mouth. His front teeth being knocked out, being attacked. Then one last thing, a pair of glowing green eyes glaring at him with no recognition in them.

During the rest of the day Donatello thought of his dream. What really got to him was how the eyes lacked recognition. He had feeling those green eyes should have known who he was. Which was weird, considering Donnie didn't even know anyone with green eyes.

" Hey Mikey, do we know anyone with green eyes?" he asked.

Mikey and Leo looked up from the cartoon they were watching. Then looked at each other confusedly.

" no, why?" the orange clad turtle asked

" um...no reason."

Leo had a troubled look on his face. Green eyes...sounded uncomfortably familiar. Yet he couldn't place it. All that came to mind when he thought of green eyes was the word 'monster'. Which made no sense. He shrugged the feeling off.

Donnie went to go ask Splinter.

Splinter was in his early 50's. The three brothers saw him as a father figure, yet always called him sensei, master, or splinter. They only called him father when they were upset.

" father?" Donnie peeked his head in and froze.

Splinter was crying as he looked at a letter. Yet he looked happy. He finally noticed Donatello and looked up in surprise. He wiped his eyes. " What troubles you my son?"

"...are you alright sensei?"

" i am fine." he tucked the letter away. " are you?"

" for the most part.."

Donatello told Splinter of his dream. Of the eyes. As he explained the nightmare he watched Splinters expression look...sad.

" I wouldn't worry of it Donatello"

" are you sure?"

" I am"

Later Donnie was still thinking of the dream. He looked at his two brothers and sighed. Later April stopped bye. She didn't know anyone with green eyes either when asked.

" Are you ok Donnie?"

"... I think so? I mean...it's not the first time I've had this dream. I'd just like to understand it. You know?"

April thought of this for a few moments.

" Yeah. That makes sense. I'd be trying to understand it if it was me."

"that's enough about me. How was your day?"

" hmm? Oh, it went well. We have a new English teacher. Mr...Jones? I think it was." she nodded. " yeah. Mr. Jones."

" is he interesting?" Donnie asked

She thought of this.

" I'd say so. He doesn't have that big of an attention span, and I'm pretty sure he's dyslexic. And he's a hockey addict. But he's kind of cool."

Donnie nodded. " He sounds ok...and dyslexic? teaching an English class?"

" apparently" April nodded.

...

The turtles were hanging out with April in an alleyway by her apartment. They were eating a pizza and simply hanging out. Then April looked over to an adjacent alleyway. " Mr. Jones?" The turles looked over.

There was a guy standing there in jeans that were covered in oil stains. He had a black hoodie on that was several sizes too big. It looked like a dress on him. His longish black hair was tied up. He was talking to a figure hidden from their point of view.

" of course I stole your hoodie ya big goof. It's warm. Like honestly. You're a furnace."

" ...It looks ridiculous on you. It doesn't fit. Now give it back." a deep voice responded.

The four teenagers watch the guy taunt the figure before dashing more into view. The figure followed.

" He's a turtle!" Mikey gasped.

The other figure was huge, and was indeed a turtle. Well sorta. It looked like he'd been mutated a few times, his tail was longer than necessary and his shell was large, clunky, and covered in spikes. He laughed as he chased the guy before scooping him up with no problem.

Donnie and Leo froze. The other guy had bright green eyes that glowed under the soft light of apartment lights.