It had been.. what? A week? A month since he had ended up here in this place? A dense forest miles from any civilization, at least from what he could tell. Time felt funny here, the sun and moon's movements seemed to just go by in a blur. It was hard to keep track. Maybe he simply just wasn't in the right mental state to keep track anymore. He wasn't in the right state of mind for most.. anything anymore. The war had driven him feral, savage. Now he knows how Raph must have felt back then.