"Hey, hey, hey!" Leo quickly rushed in front of the older orange-clad turtle with a piercing expression and his arms outstretched. "What on earth is that supposed to mean?" he dropped his arms down and added, spitefully, "Are you even our Mikey?"

"I'm this world's Michelangelo, kid," the elder mutant grunted, using his right hand to shove the smaller turtle aside so he could stride forward toward several half-destroyed buildings and pieces of metal wire fence embedded into the thick, dry dirt. "I don't go by my kid name anymore."

"What the actual hell?" Raph muttered, placing a comforting hand on Leo's shoulder before turning to several armed soldiers behind them, "Do you guys know what his problem is?"

Nobody answered Raph's question and simply clicked their weapons at different times, making it obvious that the younger turtles were supposed to be following Michelangelo into the doorway of a crumbling old warehouse, complete with splinters of dusty glass and a cold breeze whipping against their skin.

"Cosy..." Mikey sang, quietly following behind his two brothers while looking around at their surroundings, trying not to be spooked with how...lifeless everything looked. This wasteland couldn't be the thriving, bright city he loved, something seriously felt off about this entire city and it sent chills up the orange-banded turtle's shell just thinking about it.

Slowly walking alongside the armed men and women, the young turtles watched as Michelangelo disappeared into the darkness of the old warehouse before returning, looking as if the chip on his shoulder had grown by an inch. The loud trudging of thick boots making their way through the cracked-dirt ground and the sound of metal screeching in the distance was enough for the turtles to put their guards up, Raphael even moving to grab his sai blades from his belt but was halted when he felt the painful crack of a rifle smacking into his neck.

Turning to the armed soldier who had assaulted him, Raph saw red and moved to launch himself at the human in pure rage but was stopped when he felt the arms of his two brothers yanking him back and pinning him to the ground with all their strength.

"Bad move," Leo grunted, fighting to keep his immediate younger brother still while he continued to lash out. "Quit it! They're all armed, damn it! If you attack, they'll shoot you!"

"That's right, bro!" Mikey added, wincing slightly as Raph tightly clamped his hand down on his shoulder. "We've lost Donnie and Leo and me don't wanna' lose you too!"

"Let go of me, you pair of-"

"Soldiers; stand down!" came a command from the warehouse which was immediately followed as the armed humans stepped back and withdrew their weapons from aiming at the three young mutants who were frozen in their spots. Leo looked over his shoulder once he felt recognition with the voice and felt his jaw drop when the sight of their close friend and ally, April O'Neil, stood close by with her hands behind her back.

As the woman got closer, the three brothers immediately took in the fact that this April was taller, leaner and looked about twenty or thirty years older than their teenage friend. They also noticed the streaks of grey patterned against her red locks and the vibrant blue eyes now seemed to have a greyish tint and a softer look as she regarded them.

"How is this possible...?" she whispered, a gloved hand coming to her mouth as she tried to suppress the childish beam on her face. "Mikey, I almost forgot how adorable you all looked when we were kids!"

Michelangelo simply responded with a grunt before turning his head away towards some old looking leather tires and several broken car engines.

"How old are you all? Fifteen, sixteen? And on another note, how on earth did you get here?" she blinked, pausing her friendly interrogation to look over the heads of the three turtles and her expression morphed to one of sadness. "It hasn't happened already has it?"

"Hasn't what happened?" Raph muttered, folding his arms and frowning at the middle-aged woman.

"Where is he? Where's Donnie?" she sounded almost...frantic, as if the question struck fear into her as well as curiosity before she looked at Leonardo with a pleading expression. "What happened to you all?"

"Where do we start?" Leo groaned, rubbing his head with his left hand, "To make a long story short? We landed here from a big light and then these humans and a moody old turtle," he jabbed his finger in the direction on Michelangelo and the human soldiers, "dragged us here."

"Also to answer your question about Donnie, we don't know where he is," Raph added, looking annoyed, "the light dragged us all here but he didn't land where we did and we need to find him before more lunatics with guns try to kill us."