Michelangelo peered out across the water, his eyes taking in as much detail as he could of the lake. It has been so long since he has seen anything look so.. lush. So alive. He had missed the clear air, the blue skies and white fluffy clouds. He had missed the sound of birds chirping and the sight of healthy trees. No dreadful blood red, no fleshy pink and ominous yellow. The Kraang weren't here, and they never will be. The thought alone was enough to make the mutant chirp happily.